Disclaimer: The rights to Kim Possible are valuable. Disney owns them. I own nothing of value. Maybe if I put my character, Blackout, up for auction... Anyway, I gain nothing, monetarily, from my writings.

Chapter 4 His Past

Paul Bowman, a.k.a. Blackout, was processed quickly and moved to the high security wing of the prison. Blackout looked around the room. The cell was standard except for a few modifications. The eight foot by eight foot enclosure didn't have electronic locks; But were secured by using three different keys and the keys were retained by three different guards. The furnishings were standard. A cot bolted to the wall and floor, and stainless steel sink and toilet. What stood out were the differences from a normal cell. The walls were not concrete painted a dull gray. Instead, they felt like they were made from a material like car tires. Obviously for insulation. The single overhead light was recessed into the ceiling and three different tiers of mess grating covered it. There were no electrical outlets either. All precautions for someone who needed electricity for his Stealth-Tech.

A voice came for the cell next to his. "Hey, new guy! What'cha in for?"

Blackout knew the drill. He'd been in jail before, but not in a Federal Penitentiary. "The usual... robbing a bank." Laughs floated from the surrounding cells. "Also attempted extortion from all the world's governments," he said a little louder. That shut most of the wing's population up. A few whistles of admiration were issued forth.

Blackout sprawled onto his bed. He knew what would come next.

Another voice from down the corridor chimed in, "Tell us about it!"

"I was building a huge shield to block out the Sun. Any government that wanted sunlight would have to pay me a fortune." He paused for dramatic effect. "All was going as planned until Kim Possible, (he spoke the name dripping with venom,) spoiled the party. I got out of there with my life, before the whole place exploded. I was in a bank, Ah... after hours," fits of laughter echoed and died. "To obtain funds for my next project, when she (again with the venom) captured me."

Appreciative whistles and hoots rose from the cell block, along with a few scattered comments like, "He went up against Possible!" and "She always spoils our fun!"

The voice from down the corridor came back, "I heard half of Mount Jacob is missing!" More hoots and whistles. The voice cut them off, "I thought that plan was Dr. Drakken's!"

Blackout shot off the bed and grabbed the cell bars. "NO!" he said through clenched teeth. "It was my plan! I was only using Drakken to launch the shield!" Scattered conversations, between the cells could be heard for a good five minutes. Blackout went back to his cot and laid down.

After the chatter died out, the neighbor in the next cell asked. "What makes you so sure you could've gotten away with the plan? Wouldn't someone see the thing and just blowed it up?"

A smile rose. "I guess you haven't heard of me yet. I am called Blackout, The Master of Stealth Technology! I know how to cloak things so no one can find them. My shield would have been invisible."

"Where did you learn about this stealth stuff?" his neighbor asked.

Blackout had been waiting for this moment to brag. "I was studying at the Middleton Institute of Technology. I came up with my own concepts and designs to camouflages anything from a person to an entire city!" His demeanor darkened, "But I was kicked out when I demonstrated my new Stealth-Tech. I made an entire building disappear. They said I was disruptive and irresponsible. I guess I went a little medieval on some of the Campus Security guards... and a few of the cops they called in." Again, a few snickers arose from the inmates. "Well, I couldn't get a job in the industry." By now he was enraged. "Not even my own government would hire me! Call me a Security Risk!" Blackout took a deep breath. "They also say I need some anger management courses. Anyway, I needed to make a living and they wouldn't let me so I tried to earn my keep the old fashioned way... By extorting it."

"So how long you in for?" asked his neighbor.

"Only a couple of days, at the most" Blackout said, nonchalantly.

"Then where are they transferring you?"

"Oh, I'm not being transferred. I'm breaking out of here!"

A/N: I know, short but sweet. Blackout needed a little intro and background. You can officially put him in the "Mad Genius" category. (Mad angry and mad crazy!)