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Caged Up - Falling Down

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was hoping for Kimmie but I wasn't expecting Global Justice to drop in so soon. I've only seen them a few times, always giving the princess some back up but I've never seen what they can do on their own. Something tells me I'm better off not knowing. Meanwhile Lynn and this midget named Mouse just look at me like I just pissed myself. "Shego, what's gotten into you?" Lynn asks me.

I lose it and kick over a waste can. "We're fucked! That's what's gotten into me! Global Justice is out there and that means we don't stand a chance with what we got in here!"

Lynn doesn't get it, she doesn't know about the kind of stuff they use. "So what? Global Justice, sounds like a pretty gay name for an organization to me. What, are they the UN's police force or something? They gonna sanction us or give us a stern warning?" she asks, laughing it off like some joke.

"No, they're going to have agents with near Kim Possible level skill bust in here with gear that shouldn't exist for another five years. They're going to have us surrounded with whisper quiet hover crafts with cloaking technology so that the cops and the feds outside won't even know they're there until they start blowing things up. They're going to fuck us sideways if we don't figure out a way to make them back off!"

I get a little light headed. I slam my back against the wall and slide down to the floor. My sides are holding up ok, they sting sometimes but I can deal with it. The real problem is my head, must be two in the morning already and I haven't gotten any sleep all day. I can't function like this, can't think too straight. Need to wake up, need to keep sharp. Need to remember my priorities, don't want to kill everyone in sight, just want to get the fuck out of here already. Damn, six months in my cell, six months being treated like that, now no sleep, I'm not acting like myself, my brain's too rattled. Gotta get out, gotta get some decent rest, straighten myself out, start making sense of everything. Lynn sits next to me, strokes my hair. It's like before, I lose it, she's there to help me. Lynn, I fucking hate you sometimes but you're the best thing I have in this world right now. "Hey... hey, it's ok Shego, we'll figure something out."

I shake my head a little and it feels like there's a lead ball bouncing around in there. "So tired... head's killing me... I just want to fucking sleep in a real bed already."

She kisses my forehead, I don't make a deal out of it, I think it even helped a little. "I'll get you some coffee or some headache medicine, maybe that'll help."

"Both please..." Lynn goes off and I'm left with my own fuzzy thoughts. I think back to the slaughter, the killings, the torture. I don't regret it, I feel vindicated for what those assholes have done to us. But I did all that on adrenaline, I was pissed because I saw Fiona dead but the only person I really killed for her after I got my suit back on was that asshat warden. I was just caught in the moment, I see that now. The clear headed me would've let a lot more of those asshole live, if for nothing else than to have a bigger hostage count. I don't grief for their deaths, I don't regret killing them, it's turning into such a bloodthirsty monster that's bothering me. I'm a villain, I am evil, but I have my standards. Tonight, I've gone so far below my own standards I think I can vomit. Lynn comes back while I was lost in my own head. She hands me the coffee with a soft smile. I take the mug slowly. "Thanks..."

She reaches into her pocket. "Sugar?" I nod and take three packets from her hand. "I'm not too sure, maybe meds and coffee are a bad mix, you know, like the way meds and booze are?"

I pour the three sugars into the coffee and snatch the aspirin bottle from her other hand. "I die, I die. I just want this fucking headache to stop." I pop the top off and down three pills before taking a swig of coffee. I'd prefer a frappuccino but it's not bad, I think it's a Cuban blend, pretty tasty for the strong stuff. I take three more mouthfuls and I just sit there. It slowly works, the pounding stops and I can feel myself get lucid. I'm awake, really awake, my brain's in control, not my rage. "There... that's a hell of a lot better."

Lynn hunkers down to my side again as I place the mug on the floor. "Well, that's good to hear. But we still have that whole Special-Ops group with the invisible planes thing to worry about. How are we going to stop them?"

Alright... head's cleared, I don't know anything about planning but even when I'm out of it I can still piece together the obvious, so let me try doing that now. If this was just any prison revolt, police and feds would be enough. But it's not just any prison revolt, Global Justice is here. So the question is why? Of course, me and Electronique. They're afraid of us. Then the only way to get their attention is for me to go into the open for them to see. Risky, but I bet they cleared all other air traffic to make sure their invisible storm troopers can keep patrolling the skies. I'll be safe on the roof... if I have the right piece of insurance. "We're going to negotiate."

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'm only going to do it to throw them off. The longer I can distract them, the more time Electronique can have to think of something."

"Alright, sounds like a plan. But how are you going to pull that off?"

Good question. I think I know how. "I remind them we're serious and I know the perfect hostage to parade out for there to make that message."

To make my plan work, we go to cell block B but not for Straight Arrow like I wanted before the race war, but we go for the scared little bitch from the armory. He cringes and whimpers incoherently the moment I reach for him. Good, he'll be perfect for this. Lynn helps me cuff him and we start marching him off toward the roof. I know he wouldn't try anything with me right next to him but Lynn keeps one hand on the butt of her shotgun just incase. I look back at her for a second and it looks like the excitement is already getting her excited. I think she saw my expression when I notice this and she smiles. "Don't worry, I won't go off prematurely and neither will this 12-gauge."

We go up the narrow stairs until we reached the door to the roof. A quick kick and it swings open. The dry air hits my face, the first time in months I feel real, natural air brush against my skin. A taste of freedom, it's bittersweet when I realize I'm not out of this mess yet. I don't go into the open, I make sure the entrance back into prison is less than an inch away from my back. I don't want surprises, I just want to talk. I keep my hostage close and tight, two fingers pressed to his head, harmless green embers blowing off into the wind. I don't hear anything over the noise of local and federal agents buzzing around barking orders. It takes a while but I can feel the wind get stronger. No noise but now I can barely make out a distortion in the air. They are here, Global Justice. Got to make this count or we're fucked. It lands, at least I think it lands, the distortion is now at about eye level and there's a thud, loud enough to make me think someone dropped their bag of popcorn. Damn these fuckers are smooth. I think a door is opening, I can see the inside of their ride in mid air and someone coming out. He's rigid, emotionless, even his hair looks uniform. This guy makes Straight Arrow look like pickpocket. He talks, even his voice sounds dull, it's lacking character. "Alright, you obviously wanted our attention so here I am. We normally don't meet criminals under these types of conditions but we are willing to accept your surrender."

I laugh, I laugh hard, then I scratch my hostage a little. It makes Mr. No Fun hesitate but I feel a chill go through my body. I just gave him a little cut and I'm feeling sick to my stomach. Is this guilt? I just cut him and I'm feeling guilty over that? Keep it together Shego, you don't have to make sense of this now, just got to make this tool know you're in control. I just fucking wish I knew why I'm pulling this emotional 180 right now, of all times, why now? "Cute but it's not going to be that easy. I have hostages and I'm willing to release them if my demands are met."

"Alright, I'm listening."

I shake my head. "Oh no, I don't trust you. You want to deal with me? Get me Kim Possible. I'll only negotiate with Kim Possible." Something's wrong, now my vision's starting to blur. The hell, when does guilt blur your vision?

Mr. Uptight starts getting defensive. "I am agent Will Du, I am far more capable than Ms. Possible for type of situation, I have three years of negotiation training."

"Then you should know that it's very important not to piss off the girl with the titanium claws with a hostage."

I see a gulp go down his neck, I think he's swallowing his pride. "Give us a few minutes, she is most likely sleeping."

"Call back first and use a local frequency, we got someone working the radio."

"I've been briefed on all the prisoners worth noting in this facility. Is this person Electronique, Miriam 'Mouse' Vasquez or Ellen Snow?"

Well, now I remember why I was so worried about these people, they do their homework. "Mouse."

He pulls out a note pad and starts scribbling something, then he slides it on the floor toward me. "We'll use this frequency to contact you."

I feel the pad bounce off my foot but no way in hell did I drop my eyes. Smooth, real fucking smooth Mr. Du. But I won't fall for that trap, the second I look away from him, I'll have a neck full of tranq darts or a close encounter with a knockout laser or something. No, got to keep sharp... even if my head is starting to spin. I step on the pad and kick it backward through the door. At least my hostage isn't fidgeting too much. "Glad we have an agreement, now fly off."

I was lucky, he didn't want to risk the hostage's life. He goes back into his doorway into nothing and I step back into the stairwell and slam the door shut with my foot. I hand the crybaby to Lynn and bend over to pick up the notepad. Fuck, what's wrong with me, when I bend over my entire head fells like it's being crushed inside a compactor. Everything is spinning, I'm falling. Damn... what's wrong with me, I'm falling down the stairs, what's going on, I can't make sense of anything. I can hear Lynn's voice calling out, can't make out the words, everything is going dark. I'm tumbling down steps but I can barely feel them, I hit the ground and everything is going numb. Oh fuck... what the fuck is wrong with me?