She kept her word. She started getting more sleep, and tried to remember that Kim was safe.

The source of her worry finally made a move. "Albany," was the first thing Kim said when Shego picked up her phone. "Jonas set up twenty bombs around the city."

Wade had gotten her a helicopter ride to New York. The pilot was a military official which made small talk hilarious. "Any clue what he could be up to?" Shego asked.

"You're the felon, you tell me."

"Ouch. Not even going to think about it?" He didn't reply and Shego huffed.

She landed minutes after Kim. "We need to defuse the bombs and find Jonas."

"He did the dirty work himself?"

"I don't know," Kim replied, holding onto Shego's arm as a crowd of people moved past them. "The city is being evacuated, which will make things tough for a little bit."

"Fantastic. Who goes after Jonas and who defuses the bombs?"

Kim held up a small device. "Wade made this a while back. I'll be able to take care of the bombs, you can find Jonas." A few soldiers followed Kim. Shego glanced around and found she was left entirely to her own devices.

Now for the hard part. If she was Jonas, where would she be? Kim had sent her a map pointing out every bomb. Reasonably, Jonas would be in a few areas that would be safe from the explosions. There were a few houses in the Dudley Heights region, clubs in Greenwich Village, and a few office buildings in Downtown Albany. With the leftover cars, travel was easy.

Her first pick was Downtown Albany, and though Jonas was nowhere to be found, she did shovel some money into her pockets. Old habits.

Next was Dudley Heights, which was not only empty, but void of anything of value.

Then Greenwich Village. Jonas was sitting with his legs sprawled out on one of the couches in a club. In one hand was a half empty bottle of beer, in the other a cell phone.

"Ricky Jonas in a club in Greenwich Village," Shego said. "Wait until the papers catch wind of this."

"What are you implying?"

"Are you a bit light in your loafers?" Shego asked. "Do you wear sensible shoes?"

"Old fashioned. Much more subtle than any phrase today," Jonas said. "Neither here nor there. Don't you have a reputation to uphold? Working with Ms. Possible could ruin that?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend," she shrugged.

"I couldn't offer to hire you for thrice whatever Dr. Drakken is paying you?"

Oh. Thrice. That was an attractive offer. "You seem like too much of a tool." Her arm lit up with plasma.

"What a shame." He clicked something on his phone, and two henchmen jumped down from the ceiling. Shego turned around and shot plasma at them both. One leapt to the side, but the other was hit and fell back, shouting as flames climbed across his clothes.

As the remaining henchman fought her, Jonas strolled out of the club. Shego pushed the henchman to the floor and kicked him, then ran after Jonas.

Then a sharp pain in her neck made her fumble and trip. Her vision went from hazy to black.

She woke up immediately, or later, as her perception of time felt warped and she was in a different room. Her hands were tied between her back, and she was tied to a chair. Someone was behind her. She coughed and asked, "Who?" faintly. Her throat was dry.

"Shego?" came Kim's hoarse reply. Fuck.