Author's Note
I do not own Kim Possible.
Just a quick one shot for now...
"Emergency call from a downtown supermarket. They have an ongoing robbery."
"Uh, Hego?" ventured Wesley. "Isn't that a little below our league?"
"According to the report, the perpetrators are superpowered. Which makes it a job for Team Go!"
Shego sighed. "Yada yada yada, whatever. Can we just get on with it?"
"To the Go-jet!" Hego shouted. "Go Team Go!"
The supermarket was a dinky little thing, more of a grocers really, with shutters covering the window.
"They just walked in while we were trying to close!" one of the clerks babbled. "And, well, we couldn't just turn them out."
"Never fear, good citizen!" Hego replied. "Team Go will handle this."
"Mego, reckon you can do some reconnaissance?" Shego asked.
"Sure; I can–"
Hego threw the door open.
Shego groaned. "Never mind."
They entered the store behind Hego's shout of, "Show yourselves, villains!"
It was well lit, strip lights illuminating the aisles. The sound of small footsteps echoed against the walls.
"Fan out and search the building," Hego called.
Shego scowled and took off down the nearest aisle. Superpowered burglars were the most exciting thing they'd dealt with in a while. The last few times it had just been Aviarius–
"Gotcha!" shouted Winston. "Hey– What?"
A small figure darted across the end of the aisle before her. Shego ignited her hand. "Hey! Get back here!"
The tiny robber, predictably enough, ignored her. Shego took off in pursuit, reaching the end of the aisle as the figure vanished up the last one. They moved fast. Shego fired a plasma blast, barely missing their head. The shadow cried out. "Flare! Watch it!"
"Not me!" came a response – and Shego hesitated.
"Is that–?"
Something hit her in the back of the head. She whirled round.
Behind her was one of the prettiest children she'd ever seen, perhaps six or seven, with a shaven head and darker than dark eyes. That beautiful face was scrunched with anger. "You leave her alone!"
Shego extinguished her hands. "Hey there. You must be the tiniest burglar I've ever seen."
The child hissed through his teeth and the lights above them exploded.
"Go!" shouted what was clearly another child from somewhere. "Go go go! Code red!"
The child hissed at her one last time, turned tail, and fled.
Protruding from their back were a large set of tawny brown wings.
"Wego, block the door!" Mego called.
"On it!" came the matching responses.
Shego took off after the child. She didn't want to try throwing plasma, not after a six year old.
"Stop, tiny villainous fiends!" Hego demanded.
The child she was chasing skidded to the right towards the door. Shego slowed as she reached the front of the store. There were shouts from the Wegos as they tried to stop her target. "Stop! Hey! Stop there!"
The child barreled straight towards the group of them, flapping those wings and leaping over their heads in a single bound. Their wings nearly clipped the doorway, and Shego winced, unsure whether to support them or the Wegos. The child juuuust made it, landing in the street and quickly taking off.
"Did that girl have wings?" asked one of the Wegos.
"It was a boy."
"It was a girl!"
"Boy!"
"Gotcha!" Hego crowed, emerging from the next aisle over. In one large hand he held a small, squirming boy in a red shirt. He kicked Hego in the chest, growling and gnashing his fangs. He too was shaven, with stubbly brown hair.
"Ow!" Mego complained as he emerged with a second, identical child, except for this one wore green. "Bad vampire child! No biting!"
A low growl came from the other side of the shop. A familiar sense of something ached in Shego's chest, and she felt like she should know what was stood there before she even turned.
To her left, at the end of the far aisle, were three more children, all perhaps twelve.
On the left was the tallest and only boy, with a large pair of dark cat ears protruding from his shaven head and a dark tail whipping the shelf behind him. On the right was a girl, thin and lanky, with what almost looked like tiger markings across her face and her own large ears.
The girl in the centre was the shortest and most delicately built, and the only one missing the cat ears. Her green eyes glowed with anger, orange light surrounding her. "Put. My. Brothers. Down!"
"Uh oh," mumbled Wego as several clones vanished.
"Shego, I think this one's yours," Mego said, but she wasn't listening, too distracted by that glow, one she should know–
A blast of orange light hit her in the chest, throwing her over. Around her, she could see her brothers quickly receiving the same treatment. The three bigger children darted across the store, the boy and the orange girl scooping up the identical boys as they ran for the door.
"Wego!" Hego shouted.
Wesley must have taken the worst of the blast, or hit his head or something, because he only groaned. Winston attempted several clones, but they barely slowed the children down.
Shego groaned and leapt to her feet, sprinting after them. Her plasma burned hot in her hands–
And she hesitated to throw.
She knew that glow.
Instead she sprinted after them into the street as they spread large wings and launched themselves into the air. Certainly more functional than Aviarius, she'd give them that. She raced after them, towards the jet, as they shot higher. There was another with them, obviously the first shadow she'd seen, but they were too far for her to see well.
"They're getting away!" Mego shouted. "Shego, can't you shoot them down?"
"They're children!"
Mego held up a bloody wrist. "Children that bit me!"
Shego drew in a deep breath and fired.
Several shots went wild, but two hit the tall boy and several slammed into the tiger girl and the pretty child, sending them spiraling towards the ground. Mego crowed in victory, sprinting for where the child should crash. "Oh, nice shots!"
The shadow and the orange girl plunged into dives towards their companions. The shadow caught the child, wings flapping furiously, and pulled them back into an upward climb. Shego ran for the tiger girl, firing off another blast that hit her in the leg.
The orange girl managed to grab the boy, but they continued spiraling towards the ground. Someone was in for a crash landing.
Shego sprang onto a nearby building and jumped at the tiger girl, slamming into her. They hit the ground in a mass of limbs, the girl snarling and plunging her teeth into her shoulder. Shego screamed and punched her with a glowing fist.
"Metis!" screamed a voice from above them.
"Go!" the girl croaked. "Code red; code red!"
Mego made a grab for the orange girl, but she was already far above their heads, dragging the cat boy with her.
Hego and the Wegos limped into the street as the children vanished into the clouds above them.
"And where have you been?" Mego demanded. "I've already done all the work!"
The tiger girl snarled beneath Shego.
Hego frowned at the sky. "It appears they got away."
"Obviously."
"Um, hello?" Shego snapped. "I got one?"
The tiger girl sank her teeth into her arm. Shego yelled. "And she keeps biting me!"
Wesley made a small group of clones to hold the tiger girl down until the authorities arrived. She screamed and kicked, snarling at those around her. "You can't send me back! You can't!"
Her eyes met Shego's, wide and frantic. "Don't send me back!"
"Send you back where?" Shego asked.
"The Makers!" Tiger girl snapped. "Don't send me back!"
"I–"
"This is one bird that definitely needs to go back in a cage," Hego said, shoving her into the van.
The cops slammed the doors on her.
Shego parked the jet in the hanger and sat a moment as the boys left, staring at the controls.
Don't send me back.
That had been real.
And she could still feel it, deep in her chest, where the orange glow had hit her.
Orange.
Glow.
Another comet glow?
Could it really be?
She sighed and climbed from the jet.
"Such villainous fiends never stay low for long," Hego was saying. "I am sure they'll reappear. And the next time we'll be prepared."
Shego really hoped they weren't.