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Eye In The Sky
Eureka was a small, sleepy little community. Less than 610 people lived there. And yet, Eureka was by far the largest community within the county.
Sheriff J.J. 'Bear' Johnsen had served as Eureka's sheriff over 20-years now. His department was small, comprising two deputies, one who doubled their detective, and two patrol officers. That was it. He didn't have a secretary, dispatcher, or such. Someone manned the station 24/7. Today was his day. And he was alone. You know that's when all hell would break loose.
Deputy Sheriff Isaiah Greene was in the hospital with appendicitis.
Deputy Detective Franklin Castallanta was in Crescent Valley assisting their sister station there investigate a brutal murder, with direct connections with an unsolved murder case with his own little sleepy community.
His two patrol officers and two squad cars from neighboring communities crippled at the school, attacked by a madman, screaming something about assassins invading his town. He felt surely nothing else could go wrong. How wrong he was.
The call simply had to come at the least opportune moment. A part of him wanted to ignore this call for help. And yet, his sense of duty wouldn't permit this.
"Hello," he answers the call.
"Yes," a frantic caller reports a bad car accident, "my name's Alia Larsen. I'm calling your station to report hazardous road conditions, and a possible fatality".
"Fatality?" Bear Johnsen latches onto that word. He'd sworn to protect the people of his town. "Where are you, Miss?"
"Lincoln Highway, as you head towards Ruth".
"What hazardous road conditions did you encounter on U.S. 50 East, Miss?"
"Road spikes are strewed across Lincoln Highway. There's also an oil-fueled fiery inferno stretching across the road, blocking my way into town. A drunk driver approached this inferno too fast, and couldn't stop. He swerved to miss it and crashed".
"And the driver?"
"I don't know exactly," she baits his curiosity. "He was ejected from the vehicle, possibly dead. They are headed back this way. I must go".
"They? They who?" He shouts.
She hangs up, before hearing his last question. Sheriff J.J. 'The Bear' Johnsen closes his station, hops into his car, and heads that way with sirens blaring. He reaches the crash site 10-minutes later, and discovered everything as the caller had described, including a totaled 2015 Dodge Charger.
He may be a small-town sheriff. Even he couldn't miss this car's armor plating, the kind spies use in James Bond movies. He knew, this guy wasn't a rambling tourist. He came here for a purpose, and it wasn't good. His caller was wrong about one fact. The driver door was torn off its hinges during the crash. The driver still strapped into his seat.
Bear didn't bother radioing an ERV. The ambulance wouldn't arrive for 30-minutes, maybe more, depending on how busy 911 dispatch for his county may be at the time. He extracts the injured man from his still smoking vehicle. It could explode any time. He loads him into his patrol car, rushing him straight unto the local ER.
Red Hawke left the local hospital 12-hours later. His doctors protested his leaving. He didn't' care, slugging two and simply walking out without a word. He didn't even bother to discharge himself. No one dared stop him. Knowing, whoever he was, he was a dangerous man.
The master assassin makes a beeline for the nearest car lot. His choices were slim. At best. The cars didn't match his usual style. With little choice. He offers $4,000 for a rusty, beat up 2006 Toyota Tacoma with 175,000 miles.
Dustin Diamond was a real shyster. He wasn't sure why but sensed Hawke's desperation. He needed a car. And he'd pay through the teeth, if properly motivated. "$6,000, and not a penny less," Diamond counters the master assassin's offer.
Hawke reluctantly agreed, smiling outwardly, like he'd gotten a good deal, but vowing inwardly, he'd remember this shyster and repay his kindness with measure. Hell, maybe he could scrounge up a contract or two while in the area and at least make his revenge profitable. That would make it sweeter.
Stirring The Pot
No sooner does he sign the sales papers, grab his keys, and climb into his truck cab, his cell phone rings. He'd usually thrown the damn thing. He read the Caller-ID, 'Jupiter Kipling'. He knew who it was. "Fury, what the hell do you want?" He snaps with seething rage.
"I take it, by your tone, our reports are true and she eluded you…yet again?"
He couldn't miss his snug tone. He'd never failed a mission. S.H.I.E.L.D. accepted blame the first time, because they transmitted the wrong dossier. So, that didn't really count against his record. This time, however, was his fault, not theirs. He couldn't blame anyone, but himself. He'd was too cocky, and underestimated his target. Twice now. He couldn't admit this openly denigrating, "So, what's your point?"
"She's eluded you twice now," Fury stifles a chuckle.
Red Hawke detects his subtle mockery, which was a novel experience. No one had dared mock him openly in many, many years. He adds another bureaucrat's name unto his payback list.
Fury rubs salt in an open wound japing, "When will you take this assignment serious, Hawke? She's your equal, in every way".
"My equal?" He'd never been so insulted. A part-time hero wasn't his equal. "I wave my usual fee! And I'll handle all three targets and their families, free of charge! This one's personal!"
"I applaud your commitment to duty, and glad to see these…" He pauses, and clears this throat, for dramatic effect, and to prick his operative's pride more, "…setbacks…haven't broken your spirit for adventure or dampened your thirst for revenge".
Hawke catches onto what his employer was doing riposting, "You've ragged me enough".
"Me? Rag you? Never". He pauses, letting what he'd said thus far soak in, seeking an opening to give him the really bad news.
Impetuous, and furious over having his reputation called into question, Red Hawke didn't disappoint, extending his opportunity by asking, "Then why are you calling? Are you wasting my time, Fury?"
"I'd never act so petty. Time is precious. Each wasted second costs us more money. Isn't that your motto, Hawke? Anyway, I called to mocked, I mean warn, you…"
"Warn me…?" Hawke could barely contain his temper. "…about what?"
"You've underestimated Possible twice. The committee is losing faith in your abilities, though they'll be pleased you value your reputation more than money. Foul up another assignment and the boss won't hesitate in hiring a rival assassin, with your name topping his/her list".
The master assassin curses ever working for these people. They valued some powder puff over him. "Is there anything else, Fury?" He keeps his cool, though boiling inside.
"Two issues really," Fury clears his throat. "First, that hick sheriff, Jonathan Jacob 'The Bear' Johnsen sifted through your phone, while you were unconscious. He located and ran my Cover-ID, Jupiter Jones. He could've learnt something he has no business knowing. Catch my drift, Hawke?"
Hawke did. Fury was simply a messenger. The Boss was making a public statement by killing this hick sheriff. "C'mon, isn't that a little overkill. He doesn't really know anything".
"Want to bet your life on that, Mr. Hawke?"
Hawke discerns he'd been played, start to finish. First, he riled him over losing Possible, twice, then rubs his pride the wrong way. He didn't disappoint. He waved his usual fee. The committee gets his services free of charge. His clients wire-working him so easily hurt his pride bad enough. Now, Fury's bosses expected more results. For free.
He discerns, this assignment wasn't about neutralizing any potential security threat. This sheriff posed a minimal threat at best. No, this was a test of loyalty. Refuse to kill this sheriff, and he'd be green lit, too, and possible could be, even if he does kill him. It was a maybe at best. That was better than nothing. "Alright, I'll deal with this redneck sheriff, before locating Shego," he compromises, realizing he didn't have a choice in this matter. "What else do you have, Fury?"
"Our techs started to monitor the area, the instant you alerted us you'd located Joss Possible. Your instincts prove to be sharp as ever. Possible isn't working alone. Shego was closer than you might think. Our techs caught her," Shego's picture flashes across the assassin's phone, "leaving Eureka National Bank, talking on a cell phone".
"Speaking with Possible?"
"My com analysts intercepted and analyzed Possible's partner's voice print. It matches hers precisely, Hawke".
"Good," his frustration ebbs a little. This call wasn't a complete waste of time. "I find her. Possible won't be far behind".
"Don't bother. Shego and her boss are held up inside Drakken's old Canadian lair. Coordinates and layout coming over your phone now. Remember, foul up this assignment, and you're through Reza" Fury hangs up, leaving little doubt about what he meant.
"S, did you catch that?"
"I sure did. Who knew he could sink so low? Guess we know where we're headed now".
"I wouldn't go anywhere else. That bastard must pay," Kim snarls.
Joss watches her cousin uneasily. She'd only seen her this mad, once. And she almost killed a woman. She was madder this time. Joss feared her cousin may definitely cross the line this time.
"Ares, give me everything you can dig up on Jupiter Kipling".
"I'll do my best, Kim. Ares, out". Wade signs off, pleased their ruse worked. Fury bought the phony voice modulation as Kim's. Now, he'd sent his operative after Shego.
Hot Spot
Red wasn't taking any chances. Possible had outfoxed him twice already. Not again! He assembled a better team, 5-men and 5-women. Each knew, and hated her as much as he did. Most retired military, ex-special forces, specifically trained in espionage and assassination. His team hits Drakken's Canadian lair with such speed and stealth. They'd take out all perimeter guards and inside in under 10-minutes, and without tripping a single alarm.
Red Hawke hid amidst the shadows, while his team planted explosives throughout the lair, then took up preassigned, strategic locations inside.
Shego would've usually detected their intruders' presence, long before security. She was so distracted today. Why? Even she wasn't sure. Her heist went off without a hitch. She acquired a flawless $12 million diamond necklace. She should be bubbling over with excitement; albeit she felt a deeper emptiness than ever. Picking on her dimwitted boss had even lost its usual appeal.
All she did know; Princess and the buffoon hadn't shows up to foil any of her jobs. She so enjoyed waving bye unto Princess, as she made her getaway. What was far stranger, the duo hadn't thwarted a single of Drakken's latest 'take over the world' schemes. It'd been 3-years without a peep. She didn't realize until now just how badly she missed fighting with Princess and their mutual exchange of witty banter. She heads downstairs, past three of Hawke's hidden men, again, never detecting them.
Red Hawke taps his earbud twice. His teams trigger their assigned bombs on cue. Massive explosions start in the sleeping quarters, decimating half the lair's henches in seconds. Even stronger blasts cascade throughout the lair, up and down every level. Henches screams in morbid terror, as flying shrapnel puree and fiery miasmas roast what's left alive, catapulted below.
Explosions drew closer. Shego barely shields her eyes in time. Charred bodies, severed limbs, and other debris clamors about. The control booth explodes next, spraying glass shards, papers, electronic components, and other debris below. The lair's munitions vault only amplified the devastation. The whole lair shook under the ensuing subterranean quake.
Shego deduces, this wasn't an earthquake, they were under attack; a coordinated assault. She leaps up and races towards Drakken's lab. He rushes out about this time. Neither had a chance to say a single word.
Automatic gunfire rings out from every direction. Every shot targeting a single individual. Drakken takes repetitive hits along his stomach, chest, and left arm. He wails in hellish agony and collapses, sprawled over the lair floor. A trembling hand reaches forth. "Shego," he bemoans, before quits moving altogether, and exhaling his last mortal breaths.
Shego ignites her plasma, though not quick enough. Three darts hits her back, two lodge in her lower stomach, and a couple in her right leg. Her revved metabolism could find off about any drug or poison. They'd given her such high, concentrated doses. Even her 'comet powered' system couldn't warden off the blackness. She collapses, losing consciousness within 6-seconds flat.
"You two, secure the outer perimeter".
"You three, secure her inside that metallic chair. Be sure to attach the shock collar, synced with her plasma restraint handcuffs. I need her alive and answering questions".
"The rest of you, comb this lair top to bottom. She's here somewhere. Find me Kim Possible. Either she's dead by tonight, or you all die in her place".
"Yes, Sir," every team leader salutes, accepting his/her mission parameters.
Waiting Game
"Kim, I have bad news".
"What's the problem, Ares?"
"Hawke is already at Drakken's Canadian lair".
"Already? As in, laying siege? Or already in control".
"Already in control," he clarifies what he meant.
"That really doesn't surprise me," Kim looks for a silver lining. "This madman and his team have S.H.I.E.L.D., Global Justice, and who knows how many other global law enforcement agencies' full intelligence networks and tactical arsenal at his fingertips".
"How much longer, til we arrive, Annie".
"20-minutes at top speed, Kim," Annie replies.
"What now, Cuz?"
Kim knew she couldn't use her powers. Red Hawke was expecting Kim Possible. Not Aconasema. If she uses her powers, she'll expose her secret identity, then she'd never be able to bury her alter ego. She had one shot, "Father, your vehicle has superior thrusters. You can reach the lair first".
A seasoned warrior, Wolverine understood why she didn't use her powers. "What do you expect me to do, Chiyoko?"
"Do what Wolverine does best, Father".
Joss whips her head around glaring hard. She didn't say anything, only listening. She'd heard about this mutant, Wolverine. He was once Weapon X, til the military lost control over him. Now, her cousin not only works with, but calls him, Father. The world ceased to make sense anymore.
Kim ignores her cousin's shock continuing, "You must take down the perimeter guards within 17-minutes and without raising any alarms, or we'll lose the element of surprise, the hostages, and quite possibly our best lead to learning who's really behind this insanity, and pulling Fury and Betty's strings".
"I'll do my best, just make sure you cross that finish line, too, Chiyoko?" Wolverine signs off.
Joss couldn't stay silent any longer. "Father? Chiyoko? What's that all about, Cuz?"
"Chiyoko is Aconasema's birth name…"
Joss pieces together what she'd learnt thus far. Her eyes bulge with recognition, "You're not just fused with this mutant! You are Aconasema!"
"Yep," Kim Possible morphs into Aconasema right before Joss' eyes.
"How? When?" Joss blurts, unsure what else to ask.
"Wolverine's daughter gave her life to save mine. Her DNA overwrote my own. She was Wolverine and Jean Gray's daughter…"
"Jean Gray, as in the Dark Phoenix?"
"The same," Kim strokes her cousin's worst fears. "I call Wolverine, Father, to honor her sacrifice, and James Possible, dad. While I'll always be a Possible in my heart, fusing with Chiyoko rewrote my own cellular, genomic structure. I'm more his daughter than mom and dad's".
"So, do you go by Wolverine or Possible now?"
"Actually, Little Cuz, it's Stoppable now. Ron and I married almost 3-years ago".
Joss squeals aloud muttering on so fast. Kim couldn't understand one word.
Grilling The Prisoner
Back inside Drakken's Canadian Lair.
Red Hawke doused the prisoner with icy cold water.
Shego snaps awake in 1-second flat. Muscles soar. Mind groggy. Not grasping her current situation. A deep chill ran down her spin. She instinctively activates her plasma. Her shock collar sends over a thousand volts through her body. Her head snaps back as every muscle constricts involuntarily. She cries in unimaginable anguish.
Red Hawke kills the amperage taunting her, "Good, you're awake".
Her situation begins to dawn on even her groggy mind. Hands and feet fettered against the chair frame. Chest and lower body wrapped with duck-tape. Ankles immersed in a bucket of ice-cold water. Electrodes clipped on her fingertips, and head. A shock collar somehow monitored her plasma production, shocking her when she fires up. "What do you want, Mr...?" She lets his name hang.
"My name's Red Hawke. I'm..."
"Colorful. Imaginative. And predator. Your name says it all".
"True. All true. But, I can also be fair and easygoing. Which side you deal with depends on how much you cooperate, Anastasia Go".
"What's that supposed to mean, Bird-Boy?"
Red Hawke lets that little barb slide. For now. Her bio said she nicknamed people. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s behavioral experts theorize it being a coping mechanism. "Simply this. I'll ask you a series of questions. Answer me truthfully and tell me what I want to know, and you can walk out of here. Free and clear. Lie to me or withhold anything, and you'll suffer greatly. Understand, Miss Go?"
"Ask away, Feather Head".
"Where's Kim Possible?"
"How am I supposed to know? I haven't seen her for nearly 3-years".
"Liar!" Red Hawke backhands violently, slipping her lip. " "You spoke with her earlier today".
"Alright, Pal. I don't know where..."
"Don't lie to me," he shoves a photo into her face. "Here's you exiting Eureka National Bank. You inconspicuously touched your right ear, while supposedly talking with someone on your cell phone. And here's Kim Possible," he shoves another photo in her face. It depicted Princess driving a metallic black Lamborghini…in the same town, about the same time, and near where she was.
"What?" Shego exclaims in shock.
"Same town. Same time. Same vicinity. That can't be a coincidence. Ear pieces only cover so far. You must stay close to maintain communication with your partner. And Possible spoke with someone code named, S. A woman. S could be short for Shego".
"Look…"
"My techs," he didn't give her a chance to lie again, "tapped her com line. Care to guess what they uncovered, Miss Go?" She smiles lopsidedly.
Shego drops her head. She wasn't sure. But, something told her, these morons matched Princess' voice print with hers.
"That's right," he confirms her worse nightmare. "My techs could get an exact location. They traced her talking with someone near Eureka National Bank, near where you'd just exited, Miss Go?" Hawke shoves the same photo into her face. She stood outside Eureka National Bank. "Care to revise your statement, Miss Go?"
Shego opens her mouth.
"Before you lie to me again, let me set your heart at ease. My tech recorded Possible's accomplice's voice. We have a positive voice print, Miss Go. Care to tell me the truth".
"Look, yes, I was in Eureka, NV," she couldn't lie about her whereabouts. "Only, I didn't meet or speak with Princess. I was on a job".
"Doing what?" He gives her more line to hang herself with her own lies.
"I stole a $12 million diamond necklace. I wasn't speaking with…."
He'd warned her, but she didn't listen. Lying defies his authority. He'd tried to be lenient. But, she persistently lied unto his face. She must learn the consequences. Maybe then she'd believe him, then she would definitely cooperate. He presses his remote's button.
Shego screams aloud, as thousands of volts of electricity course through her whole body. It lasts mere seconds, but was enough to leave her shaken. Teeth chattering and limbs twitching uncontrollably.
"I warned you, Woman," he backhands her across the face, several times. Her muscles were so hyper-stimulated. A slight brush felt like a thousand needles jamming underneath her skin.
Shego cries louder under each blow, gritting her teeth to stop the chattering. Her eyes locked with his, promising payback if she gets loose.
Hawke wasn't worried. Her restraints were plasma-proof. Their neuro-quantum field canceled her unique meta-physiology. He lets her struggle a bit, until losing heart and realizing the same thing. Her powers wouldn't work. She was trapped. "I can be nice or brutal, Miss Go. The choice is yours. Truth is, I don't care whether you robbed that bank or not. I only care about what you know about Kim Possible".
"What'd Princess do to piss you off so badly?"
"Your Princess aided an international terrorist in massacring hundreds of thousands of innocent people. Her treachery earned her a standing global no-questions-asked kill order, along with any person(s) found to be aiding her and her allies in their on-going terrorist activities".
She'd heard everything now. "Princess, a terrorist? Get real! She'd rather die," she rears her head back mocking him with scornful laughter. Damn the consequences.
Hawke loses patience with her defiance. He up the amps, hitting his remote again.
Her head snaps back, rolls back and forth. Arms and legs twitching involuntarily. Even her skin starts to smoke and peel. Shego still laughs defiantly in-between deep cries of pain. Teeth gritted. Eyes locked with his. Never diverting them.
He kills the amps reasoning, "Why suffer so needlessly? This is pointless. My offer still stands good. Tell me where she is, you can walk away free and clear, absolved of all your past crimes. I know you're hiding her here, somewhere. My men are already tearing this dump apart. And they're very thorough. We'll locate your precious Princess".
"Man, I don't know what you've been smoking," Shego forces out, amidst labored breaths. "Princess and I aren't friends. We're enemies". She attests, little good it did.
Upping The Stakes
Red Hawke shakes his head. He knew she was lying. An enemy wouldn't suffer so needlessly for her mortal enemy. Maybe the reports were true. Maybe Shego was Kim Possible's mother.
"It's obvious you don't care about your own life," he tests her defiance, upping the stakes. "That leaves one unanswered question".
"What question is that?" Shego dreaded what she suspected he meant.
He touches his right ear ordering his men outside, "Bring'em inside".
Her worst nightmare became a living nightmare. Six assailants shove her idiot brothers inside their interrogation chamber. Hands tied behind their backs. Feet shackled with irons. Shock collars fastened around their necks, keyed unto neutralizing their powers. Uniforms bloody, soiled with dirt, and tattered. Each severely beaten: eyes swollen, mouths busted, with cuts, burns, and bruises covering their bodies. Mego had a bullet in his right thigh. Blood still oozing from his fresh wound.
"Do you care more about their lives than your precious Princess?" He directs her attention towards the lair's front entrance.
""What do you want?" Her voice dripped with venom.
"Excellent," he relished her brokenness. Realizing she had no recourse but cooperate, or helplessly watch as his team beat and meticulously killed her brothers, right before her eyes. "I have your undivided attention".
"Oh, yea, more than you know," Shego nods.
"Good," he tests her compliance, asking. "Where are you hiding Kim Possible?"
"Man, how many times must I tell you? She and I are enemies. I'm not hiding her, here or anywhere else," she tells the truth.
"Lair!" He shouts.
"You don't believe me, do you?" She matches his choler.
"No, I don't," Hawke snaps, waiting to see what else she might reveal in her defense. She may speak lies, but every lie has a morsel of truth. That's what makes them so believable. And there was no telling what else he might learn from her just by listening some. She was so eager to talk.
"Go ahead, tear this dump apart," she matches his choler. "Do you know what you'll find?"
"Nah, what will I find?" He condescendingly accepts her challenge.
"Nothing, Mister. Absolutely nothing," she attests. "Because, I'm not hiding Princess, or anyone else, here or anywhere else. I look out for me, and me alone, no one else".
"We'll see," Hawke tests her cockiness. He signals his torture experts, meeting her damning peer. His interrogators start to beat her brothers mercilessly.
"Stop. Stop," she pleads, struggling vainly against her plasma proof restraints. She didn't mind them hitting Hego or Mego. It'd only knock some sense in them. Maybe they'd be less judgmental then. She worried about her little brothers' safety. They were innocent in all this family dram
A seasoned interrogator. Red Hawke detects genuine concern. He signals his teams to stop and pull back, and wait on his signal again, before they resumed interrogating the prisoners.
Red Hawke pulls a Kimber Custom II, .45-ACP Special advocating. "Alright, let say I believe you're not hiding Kim Possible. And you're…enemies," he indulges her, as if entertaining the possibility. You and she have been at odds for so many years. You must know her routine, strengths, weaknesses, friends, and contacts; her support base, inside and out.
Answer a few questions, truthfully and completely, and all is forgiven. You're still free to go. Let me save precious time and aggravation. Both parents, her brothers, the Stoppables, and Loads, even her little cousin, Joss Possible, participate in her terrorist activities. Joss blew up cop cruises, outside a high school where she taught, putting countless students' lives in mortal danger. We must stop her. Who else would Kim Possible seek out to help her elude capture, while being openly hunted?"
Naming The Names
"Nana Possible?"
"Dead".
"Jun Possible and her son—Kim's first cousin, Larry Possible. He's a computer geek, like her tech wizard, Wade Load".
"He's a possibility, Miss Go," he writes down Larry's name. "Keep going," he edges her on.
"Reuben and Gwen Stoppable? They're Ron's distant cousins somewhere down the line, on Ronald's father's family line".
"More possibilities," he encourages the prisoner's cooperation. "Keep going".
"Global Justice?"
"They're hunting her, like we are".
She grows weary. The silence between the drags on too long. "Go ahead," he urges.
She didn't answer fast enough.
He randomly targets a twin, firing point blank. A Wego goes down rolling all over the floor and nursing his right shoulder. "Try again".
"Yamanouchi, a ninja school in Japan, headed by Master Sensei. He trained Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, and would know more than me, even".
"And?"
Shego didn't resume fast enough. Red Hawke shoots the other Wego point blank range. This round was a blank. He didn't know that. A Wego goes down. His uniform's shirt stained black with gun powder residue and still smoking.
Shego gets his message loud and clear. "Have you tried Felix Renton?"
"Dead. Next".
"Britina and M.C. Honey".
"Noted. Go on".
"Monique Foxx".
"Dead," he backhands her across the right jaw. "Try someone else". He targets her little brothers point blank in the head.
"Amelia Fairchild? Brick Flagg? And Josh Mankey?" She was running out of names fast.
"All dead. Sorry, Miss Go, you forced my hand," Red Hawke shoots Mego once and Hego twice.
Shego discerns this interrogation game and its rules had abruptly changed. Give him the right answer and her brothers lived. Answer wrong, she'd suffer by helplessly watching her brothers suffer. She wishes now she'd kept a closer tab on Princess over these last several years.
"Dr. Cyrus Bortel? Dr. Vivian Frances Porter? Prince Wally of Rodeghan?"
"Prince?"
"Yea. Some silver spoon aristocrat overseas targeted by a secret society of assassins, over some silly prophecy. Possible took'em down, and Wally showed them an alternative interpretation of the prophecy. Anyway, he swore he'd help should she ever need it".
"Bortel's a bust. Already checked his place. Porter and this prince are two promising leads. Go on, Miss Go".
"Maybe Zita Flores. Felix Renton's lady love. Then, there's her vast riding along network".
"Won't work. Most are dead, locked up, and simply so far off the map. No one can find them".
"What's really going on here?" Shego easily discerns, this was about more than Princess' alleged terrorist activities. "You interrogate her family and friends, and they can't lead you unto your prize. Now what? You look up her enemies to interrogate us, too?"
Red Hawke couldn't let that little barb slide. "You shouldn't have mouthed off like that, Miss Go". He pumps two more shoots into Hego, one in each thigh cautioning her, "Every breath in a precious gift. And, right now, that gift is mine to give or take away, Miss Go".
"Maybe her little high school cliché? Crystal Hawks, Jessica Brighton, Liz Thompson, Hope Appleby".
"My nice, Crystal, joined the Army. She's serving in Afghanistan. Brighton isserving 10-20 in ADX Supermax Women's Prison in Florence, Colorado for three counts of murder, armed robbery, and transporting narcotics across state lines. Thompson and Appleby are part of my team..." He leaves an open invitation.
Jessica and Hope perceives his intentions. Both remove their ski-masks grinning maliciously, "Hi, Shego. You really inspired us years ago, when you stopped by our school. We decided to join the winning team, too".
"Tell the boss what he wishes to know," Hope seconds Jessica's notion, "and you can leave here with your brothers alive. Other words, we'll have to really get physical".
"I couldn't have said it better myself, Ladies".
"Miss Go, you'd best stop wasting my time, or your precious brothers are dead. Where's that damn redhead?"
"She could be hiding on Senor's island. Maybe Jack Hench is shielding her. Both have helped her on occasion, behind the scenes, of course. In return, she made their legal issues go away".
"Interesting, I didn't know that," he rubs his chin. He'd learnt something else he didn't know. "Anyone else?"
"DNAmy would be the last in her little network, Mister. That nutty scientist is sweet on the redhead. She says, the hero reminds her of herself when she was younger".
"You've given me several promising leads. Now let's shift gears".
Wow. Either this is my worst FanFict ever. Or I'm not getting a solid response, because it's Christmas. Either way, I push forward, posting the next chapter. I hope those who are still reading this will enjoy. If so, drop me a line (PM Me) or leave a review. Let me know what you think of my efforts thus far.