Dr. Drakken has severely upset Shego by announcing the time and location of Kim Possible and Shego's wedding ceremony on the In-Terror-Net. Now Drakken must not only prevent some of Kim's old foes from crashing the ceremony, but he must face down and defeat the deadliest, most powerful villain of them all... the Alchemist. -KIGO-
Author's Note: Okay, back to the story being Drakken-centric, although there is still plenty of KiGo bits as the ceremony progresses. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all IP as it is presented in the canon animated television series is Copyright and Trademark by the Disney Company. This is a non-profit fan fiction piece.
Kim Possible: TSOD – Wedding Elements, Chapter Three
Drakken stood on top of a building, staring down at the street below. Across the street, a couple of buildings down, was a prominent church in North Vancouver.
It had taken some doing to find one that would bless a same-sex union... while Canada's government recognized same-sex couples, religious doctrine was an entirely different matter. Fortunately, Wade had got in contact with a major church who, while they would not perform the ceremony themselves due to lack of permission from their higher-ups, gladly gave Wade the contact information for churches who would. After the arrangements were made, Wade and Señor Senior Sr. pulled out all of the stops to make the wedding the event of the century.
Only Bonnie's marriage to Junior would be allowed to surpass Kim's marriage to Shego in grandeur. Kim had apparently graciously accepted that humility. She said she knew it was going to be a gorgeous wedding regardless. Shego had wholeheartedly agreed. And that was good enough for Drakken.
As Drakken gazed down on the church from his vantage point, he could tell just from the outside of the building that it was going to be just such an event. Senior had paid for the church to completely renovate their landscaping and building several weeks ago. It was now a pristine example of modern architecture with a healthy dose of Gothic opulence.
Drakken smiled as he watched the mass of people milling about around the building. Not only were guests arriving, the United Nations' Division of Global Justice and Law Enforcement had spared no expense on the security of the building and its perimeter. Drakken knew the Global Justice agents would have been there regardless—this was both Kim Possible and Shego, after all—but Drakken still had to swallow some regret for having caused concern for security.
Drakken had only wanted to invite family to the wedding. And if Shego was as much a part of Drakken's evil family as he felt she was, then Eddie Lipsky, aka Motor Ed, was very much Shego's cousin. But, in a fit of absent-mindedness, Drakken had tipped the cards and revealed the time and location to every villain on the In-Terror-Net. Even with the Global Justice agents there, Drakken now intended to personally make sure that their service was nothing more than a courtesy.
Drakken hoisted a device not unlike a laser bazooka onto his shoulder and then tapped a device just inside his ear. "Hench Group Alpha, report."
"Alpha Sector clear," a voice responded into the comm device in Drakken's ear.
"Hench Group Beta, report."
"Beta Sector clear."
"Hench Group Delta, report."
"Delta Sector clear."
"Hench Group Gamma, report."
"Gamma sector clear."
"Good, all groups continue your sweeps and report upon the first sign of trouble. Drakken out."
Drakken stepped away from the edge of the building and paced about the rooftop. As he passed a portable toilet stationed on the rooftop, Drakken stopped, grinned evilly, and pounded violently on the door.
"Larry!" Drakken yelled. "You okay in there?"
"Huh? Wh-wha...?" a groggy voice suddenly muttered from inside the portable toilet. "Oh, uh, yeah, Boss. Doing great!"
Drakken chuckled and shook his head. "Just checking. Carry on."
Drakken didn't intend on calling his henchmen on their eccentricities. Lord knew Drakken himself had his fair share of eccentricities.
Drakken turned back around to roam back to the edge of the building. He gazed down to see a luxury limousine pull up in front of the church. A bright smile crossed Drakken's face as Shego stepped out of the limo. Shego was dressed simply in a casual lady's business suit. Despite the modesty of her attire, she was still exquisitely beautiful. She was immediately greeted by several other women, not the least of which were her maid of honor (Monique, if Drakken remembered her name correctly), and Dr. Elizabeth Director, leader of Global Justice.
Some words were exchanged between the women. Then Drakken saw Betty point up to him! Shego turned around and looked up. Shego's emerald eyes met Drakken's dark eyes and Drakken smiled sheepishly. After a moment, Drakken gave Shego a thumb's up, as confidently as he could muster. Drakken saw Shego smile softly in return and then blow a kiss to him.
Suddenly, as far as Drakken was concerned, everything was right in the world.
Shego then turned around and followed Monique into the church building while Betty remained outside. Shego's limo pulled away, only to be replaced by another limo approximately five minutes later. Kim Possible emerged from this limo and was greeted in a similar fashion. Her best man, Shego's brother Mego, was there with members of Kim's immediate family and Betty. Once again, Betty pointed Drakken out. Once again, Drakken gave a thumbs-up to the hero, reassuring her of his vigilance. Kim responded with a gracefully bow with a flourish, followed by a double-hand blown kiss.
As Kim followed her mother, a young teenage girl Drakken was told was Kim's cousin, and a woman about Drakken's mother's age who Drakken was told was Kim's grandmother (and a woman who could kick his ass faster than Kim herself could) into the church building, Drakken couldn't help but smile. He was going to miss the ceremony. But it was still beautiful even from this vantage point. And he was doing something good for the people he cared about.
Cared about. Those were words he would have never used for anyone but himself and maybe Shego just a little over two years ago. All of that had changed during the Lowardian Invasion. For the first time in his life, he felt the thrill of victory. He had put his mind to something and had actually succeeded. Not only had he succeeded, he was allowed to savor the fruits of his success. He wasn't mocked or ridiculed, thrown into jail or chased into exile. He was celebrated. As a hero, yes, but he was celebrated nonetheless. And that sense of accomplishment and satisfaction had changed his life forever.
Even today, Drakken was very uncomfortable with calling himself a hero. He knew he was. His most recent actions, especially with the Electronique debacle a little over a year ago, however indirectly, aided in the cause of the good and the righteous. But Drakken was still uncomfortable with being a hero.
Global Justice psychiatrists had diagnosed Drakken with a form of dementia. It was most likely caused by the lab accident that had gifted Drakken with superhuman intelligence. Drakken could understand theories, theses, and concepts that were well beyond the ability of lay people to understand. He could learn and comprehend such things at a speed that was almost computer-like. Complex calculus computations took no longer for Drakken to solve in his head than it took a grown adult to solve a simple arithmetic problem. But the resulting sense of detachment from humanity had caused Drakken to believe, in his very heart and soul, that he was destined to be an evil mastermind.
Even today, Drakken had to attend weekly therapy sessions with Dr. Stuart Pendus, renowned metahuman psychiatrist, keep to a complex regimen of medications to counteract his dementia, anxiety, and attention deficit disorder, and remain focused on his current task at hand in order to avoid slipping back into believing he was a villain.
Global Justice had gone the extra mile to make coping easier for Drakken. They employed Drakken as a consultant, advising the law enforcement agency on matters involving insane criminal masterminds. In return, they allowed Drakken to maintain his personal environment as if he were still a mastermind himself. Drakken still lived in a "secret lair," employed henchmen from HenchCo, and experimented on eccentric and obscure inventions. Only now, those inventions were legally patented and licensed and were often deployed by Global Justice. Drakken's "latest scheme" was usually an invention intended to counteract an invention created by the likes of Professor Dementor or Aviarius.
When properly medicated and focused, Drakken could admit to himself and others that he finally cared about people other than himself. He cared for Shego, especially. She was like the daughter he would never have; her negative opinions and dismissals had always hurt him deeply because he wanted her approval so desperately. Oddly, that approval never came until after the Lowardian Invasion.
Once Shego found her calling as a black ops agent for Global Justice, allowing her to channel her natural aggression in constructive ways, Drakken's relationship with her as friends and family-figures had blossomed. Drakken's therapy and medicine helped him get more in tune with Shego's needs while Shego's success as a black ops agent had simmered her temper and made her more receptive to Drakken's needs. That relationship deepened further, oddly enough, when Shego helped Kim Possible in the hero's time of emotional need and subsequently entered into a romantic relationship with her.
At that point, Drakken had found himself, at least tangentially, part of a family that cared for each other and kept each others' backs. Drakken made peace with his former colleague, Dr. James Possible. Drakken had even been invited over to the Possibles for Thanksgiving last year, although admittedly he was Shego's guest, not James' or Anne's. It still helped give him a sense of being and belonging that he had never experienced before. That had apparently aided in his therapy, Dr. Pendus noted.
At that point in his train of thoughts, Drakken realized that he'd grown to care about his new "extended family." Anything was possible for the Possibles, even drawing a maniacal criminal mastermind into their fold and reforming him. Kim Possible, that "all-that teen" who had vexed him for almost four years, was about to become for all intents and purposes his daughter-in-law. And he had somehow grown to love her in that capacity, much as he had grown to love Shego as his own daughter.
And here Drakken was now, watching Shego and Kim get married, if even from afar.
Barely a year ago, Drakken had claimed that Shego's proposal to Kim had been the best day in his life. He needed to take that sentiment back.
Today was turning out to the best day of his life.
As the church bells chimed in the hour, Drakken drew himself out of his reverie. Only one more hour until the ceremony itself. The guest were beginning to shuffle into the church building to be seated.
Drakken tried not to chuckle to himself at that thought. Dr. Elizabeth Director and Special Agent Will Du were the ushers. It made sense, from a security standpoint, but it certainly smacked of a level of unglamorousness that he didn't think suited either one of the Global Justice leaders.
Drakken's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden gust of wind blowing down on him from above. Drakken looked up to see a very oddly shaped jet plane right above him. As Drakken watched, the jet plane's wings folded in, around, and back against itself while the nose split in half, twisted, turned, and folded back into each other. A complex series of mechanical transformations occurred simultaneously within a matter of seconds. When the vehicle slammed down onto the rooftop (which proved to be reinforced, much to Drakken's relief), it no longer looked like a jet plane. It looked like a diesel hauling truck.
The driver side door of the truck flew open. A man, slightly shorter than Drakken, emerged. He was muscle-bound, sported a blonde mullet, had long blonde hair, and wore a large dark mustache. The blue torn sleeveless shirt he wore showed his plethora of tatoos up and down his naked arms. His blue jeans were grease-stained. And he wore a wicked smirk on his face.
"Dude!" the man declared as he hopped out of the truck and walked over to Drakken. "All I need is a fancy helmet with superpowers and it's a done deal! Seriously!"
"Motor Ed," Drakken sighed. "So, it begins."
"So, cuz, you're wearing a tuxedo?" Joss Possible asked. The freckle-faced, auburn-haired, sixteen-year-old beauty was obviously disappointed. She sat on a nearby table in a church office, kicking her feet as she watcher her Aunt Anne and her Nana help Kim change.
Kim Possible adjusted her cummerbund and blouse in front of a full-length mirror as her mother, Dr. Anne Possible, held up the tuxedo jacket nearby.
"Well, I am the groom," Kim laughed, smiling at her beloved cousin and winking at her. "So yeah."
"Too weird," Joss muttered, turning her head away.
"Jocelyn Nicole Possible, be nice!" Nana Possible, Kim and Joss' grandmother, replied in a gentle but firm tone.
"Sorry, Nana," Joss sighed. "I don't mean to dis Kim's lifestyle or anything. But I guess I'd always envisioned Kim in the most beautiful wedding gown ever. And here she is, in a simple tuxedo."
Kim donned the tuxedo jacket, then turned around to present herself to Joss. "You call this a simple tuxedo?" Kim asked playfully.
Joss found herself out of breath for a moment. She gazed at Kim for a long moment. The tuxedo, obviously made from the finest Italian silk, was tailored to fit Kim's petite form perfectly. Despite it being a tuxedo, it was still exquisitely feminine and somehow very sexy. A white jacket, white slacks, white shoes, a soft pink blouse, a dark pink bow tie, and a dark pink cummerbund combined with Kim's short hair to form an extremely striking... extremely beautiful figure.
"Woah!" Joss breathed. "Too bad the others couldn't be here to see this. You... you are so beautiful."
Kim smiled. "Thank you so much. I feel beautiful." She then turned back to the mirror and began to sing. "I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and bright! And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight!"
"Where are all of the others, anyway?" Joss asked, laughing at her cousin's antics.
"Well, sweetheart," Anne explained, "the groom is normally attended by the groomsmen. But Kimmie's a girl and all of the groomsmen are guys. So they can't be in here while she changes. And all the bridesmaids are attending Shego. So Nana and I volunteered to attend Kimmie."
"And I can't thank you guys enough," Kim added, doing a turn in front of the mirror. "My God, Monique outdid herself on this tuxedo. I still feel very much like a woman, even though it's a suit. It's absolutely beautiful."
"Wait until you see Shego's gown," Anne smirked.
Kim's eyes grew wide. "You've seen it?"
Instead of answering the question directly, Anne held up a hand and replied, "You're going to love it. It's gorgeous."
"Mom!" Kim whined, much to the amusement of both Nana and Joss.
A knock on the door interrupted the discussion. "Hey, Kim! How's it going in there?"
"It's okay, Myron!" Kim replied, loud enough to be heard through the door. "I'm dressed. You guys can come on in."
The door opened and Kim's side of the wedding party strode in. The best man, Mego, was followed by the groomsmen, Tim Possible, Jim Possible, and Wade Load. Dr. James Possible and Cody "Slim" Possible also entered the room. All of them were dressed in very sharp traditional tuxedos.
"Okay," Mego said, appraising Kim, "wow! Now I can definitely see what my sister sees in you."
"You like, eh?" Kim smiled, doing a turn in front of her wedding party. "It makes my ass look nice, doesn't it?"
"Kimmie!" Anne gasped. "Language. Your cousin and brothers are in the room."
"What?" Joss smiled and shrugged. "It does make her ass look good."
"Jocelyn Nicole!" Anne, James, and Slim all warned, turning to glare at the auburn-haired beauty.
"Well, I have to...," Mego started to say, then paused before continuing. "...admit that I'm married, so continued involvement in this discussion is not conducive to my good health."
That got a good chuckle out of most of the older people in the room.
"I think the pants make...," Tim started.
"...your butt look fat," Jim finished.
Both boys laughed softly. Kim stuck her tongue out at her younger brothers right before Anne cuffed Jim and James cuffed Tim.
"Well, Kimmie, I think yer a right sight fer sour eyes, if'n ya ask me," Slim said, considering his niece carefully. "Don't ya let these whelps tell ya otherwise."
"Thanks, Uncle Slim," Kim gushed.
"Well, you think we should mingle a bit before the ceremony starts?" Mego asked.
"A very good idea," Kim agreed. "In particular, I want to meet up with the Seniors. I can't thank them enough for taking the financial load for this wedding off of my parents' shoulders."
"And still giving us the freedom to help you and Shego plan out the wedding," Anne added. "It's hard to imagine that Ricardo is one of your greatest archenemies, given what all he's done for us so far."
"The thing about Señor Senior Sr., Mom," Kim pointed out, "is that evil is a hobby to him. The ends doesn't justify the means. The means are a form of art. Even if I do defeat him, he still wins because the contest of wits is a form of entertainment for him. His being an archvillain would mean nothing if he didn't have people like me as the hero trying to thwart him. So of course he wants to see me happy and healthy. And, besides, this wedding is nothing compared to his island home in Spain. He's not hurting for money."
"Well, we're definitely not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, Kimmie-cub," James said. "But, it'll at least be polite to thank him for his generosity."
"Sounds like the sort of villain I want to take on when I grow up," Joss giggled.
"Well, Bonnie Rockwaller married Junior and is following in Senior's footsteps," Kim smirked at her cousin.
"Ick, ew, no!" Joss shuddered. "You've told me about Bonnie. I'll pass. I don't want to find out later that Bonnie is my Shego!"
Kim laughed at that thought and turned back to the rest of her party. "So, shall we mingle?"
Shego took another deep breath and steeled herself. Both of her arms were stretched out at shoulder height. She had been in that position for at least ten minutes and it seemed it wasn't going to end soon. If it were not for her healing factor, she knew she would have grown tired by now. Even now, she was growing restless. The sense of anticipation wasn't helping.
"Remind me again why I agreed to be the one to wear the gown?" Shego growled. She was more irritated at her own restlessness than at anything else.
Monique, Shego's maid of honor, who was working diligently on assembling the gown and dressing Shego, smiled patiently at the ex-villainess. "Because you have fuller breasts and a rounder ass. And your hair is longer. Frankly, you're in a position to better fit the female role than Kim is."
"That's right," Shego smirked playfully. "I'm the badass bitch, but my Princess wears the pants."
That got a laugh out of Shego's bridesmaids: Zita Renton, Kris Goldberg, and Vivian Porter.
"Okay, hold still for just a few moments longer," Monique mutters, focusing on the task in front of her. "Okay, I think you can put your arms down now.
Shego considered herself carefully in the mirror. Only half of the gown was on her at that point. But it was already looking very beautiful on her. Monique had custom designed the gown specifically for Shego's feminine build and pale green complexion. The top, which was going to remain shoulderless even after the rest of the gown was adorned, emphasized her bosom in all of the right ways. Not all of the layers of the skirt were adorned yet, but Shego could already see how the skirt was going to work wonders with her hips, which she knew were slighter wider than Kimmie's.
Shego bit her lower lip as a thought crossed her mind. Two years ago, before the Lowardian Invasion, Shego would have never imagined marrying anyone, let alone the goody-two-shoes Kim Possible. Yet, here she was now, not only getting ready to marry her former archenemy, but taking on the role of the bride in the wedding and getting excited about it.
Shego glanced back and considered her wedding party. Technically, they were Kim's friends, not hers. Monique and Zita were former classmates. Vivian was one of Dr. James Possible's coworkers and was therefore closer to Kim than to Shego. Only Kris, Shego's sister-in-law, was technically Shego's friend as opposed to Kim's friend. But Shego had very few female friends to call her own. She had lived a very insulated life since she quit Team Go and joined with Dr. Drakken. So, Shego was finding herself very grateful that Kim's best friend was willing to stand in as Shego's maid of honor.
Well, it wasn't like Shego and Monique weren't friends. Far from it. The expanded Team Possible, which Shego helped lead, had formed almost a year and a half ago. Monique was technically the first member of the new team outside Kim, Shego, and Wade. And Monique had already proven herself competent and trustworthy even before she knew she was part of the team. When Kim had wanted to sneak into Middleton Cemetery to visit Ron's grave (illegally, in violation of a restraining order against her), Monique sacrificed her time and (temporarily) the good graces of her family to show Kim and Shego where the grave was because the dark-skinned beauty felt it was the right thing to do. Shego and Monique formed a fast friendship after that. Shego came to appreciate Monique's wry "black girl" sensibility, which complimented Shego's snarky sense of humor perfectly. Now, it was like Monique was Shego's best friend, too.
"Okay," Monique said, looking up at Shego from her position at Shego's ass. "I'm ready to put the next layer of the skirt on. You are really starting to look ravishing, girlfriend. Even more so than usual."
"I really hope so," Shego breathed. "I want my Princess to really be wowed by this gown."
"Girl," Monique laughed. "the way Kim looks at what's inside the gown, you could probably wear a brown paper sack and still wow 'your Princess.'"
Shego smirked and looked back down at Monique as the dark-skinned beauty continued to work her magic on Shego's outfit. Monique was right. Even after over a year and a half of Kim and Shego being a couple, even after Kim and Shego had known each other for over four years prior to that, Kim always seemed to look at Shego as if she were just now noticing Shego's beauty for the first time every time. Only one other person had ever made Shego feel that special... and that person had died over 12 years ago. At the hands of a psychopathic villain called the Alchemist.
Shego pushed that painful memory to the back of her mind. Today was not the day for such things. This was Kim's day, not Gloria's. Gloria Whitedove would be remembered, very fondly, on another day. Today would be a ceremony, followed by a reception, followed by a teleportation by the Tweebs to a very romantic safari in Madagascar, followed by...
Shego smiled wickedly at that thought. That was definitely a fringe benefit of being the fiancé, soon to be wife, of the world's most renowned itinerant superspy and heroic adventurer. The sex was nothing less than exciting, adventurous, and inventive every single time. And with Kimmie being a goody-two-shoes, she also made for a thoughtful lover... something to which Shego was still getting accustomed.
Shego glanced over to the other side of the room. Zita and Kris were busy arranging the bouquet—the one that Shego would toss at the end of the reception. That led to another wicked thought. Kimmie would be the one tossing the garter. The same garter that the redhead would have to slip off of Shego's thigh. Slowly, methodically, with her Kimmie's green eyes locked on Shego's emerald eyes.
Shego snapped out of her reverie with a yelp as she felt a sharp pain shoot across her ass.
"Mind on the here and now, girlfriend," Monique teased, returning her hand back to the task at hand rather than slapping Shego across her ass. "I can't get this skirt fixed while you're moving your hips like you're dreaming about doing my best friend behind the pulpit."
Shego snorted and stuck her tongue out at Monique.
Vivian, who was helping Monique by holding supplies and handing over tools, chuckled at the scene. "So, are you getting nervous, Sheila?"
Shego nodded. She wasn't used to Vivian calling her by her real name rather than her nom de plume. But Vivian had recently began dating one of Shego's brothers. Hego, of all people! And it was apparently getting rather serious over the last six months. Shego still couldn't see what one of the smartest and most beautiful women in Middleton saw in her large, brick-brained lug of a brother. But supposedly the two of them shared quite a bit in common. Even Vivian's damned android approved of the relationship. Shego couldn't decide whether that should creep her out or not.
But then Shego reminded herself that she was a lesbian, marrying a bisexual woman, and having her wedding gown fitted by a woman who was in a polygamous union with Shego's younger twin brothers. The creeped out ship had sailed long ago.
"Yeah, I'm a little nervous," Shego admitted. "I mean, I'm supposed to be one of the most badass women on the planet. Both heroes and villains are supposed to quake at the mere mention of my name. And here I am, getting butterflies in my stomach over the anticipation of marrying my Princess."
"That's normal," Kris interjected from her post at the table arranging the bouquet. "I mean, I'm one of the world's leading biochemists. I can hold my own in a roomful of men who are all over twice my age. And yet, the day I got married to your brother found me an absolute nervous wreck. I almost threw up at that altar."
Shego's eyes went wide at that revelation. Kris Goldberg, self-confident hipster chick and scientist supreme, nervous to the point of nausea? "You, Kris?"
"Well, yeah," Kris smiled and shrugged, before adjusting her glasses. "I was suddenly realizing that I was committing the rest of my life to one individual. And that individual was one of the most renowned heroes of Go City. I had the jitters something fierce."
"So feeling this nervous is normal, huh?" Shego asked again. Kris had just said so, Shego realized too late, right after the question left her mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Shego chided herself.
"Oh, yeah," Kris replied. "This is a significant moment in your life that is supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime event. If you're not nervous, you're taking it too lightly."
"That's a good point," Shego muttered, looking back towards to the mirror. "And I don't want to take anything about my Kimmie lightly. I did that once and it nearly cost me the respect she had for me as an enemy at the time. That will never happen again."
Monique paused to consider Shego carefully. She knew about what Shego was talking. The Diablo debacle on the night of Kim and Monique's junior prom. The night had nearly destroyed Kim emotionally and Kim had almost killed Shego as a result. Shego still carried a lot of guilt over that night, although Monique knew Kim and Shego had worked out their differences over that event a long, long time ago.
Shego once again pushed the memories of that night into the back of her mind and cleared her vision. She then gazed forward at her reflection in the full-length mirror in front of her. A knowing smirk crossed the ex-villainess' lips as she considered herself.
Shego was going to knock her Princess's socks off today.
"You're here to do what?" Drakken asked Motor Ed queerly, lowering his blaster bazooka.
"I'm here to catch your back, Cuz!" Motor Ed shrugged, holding both of his hands up in a show of peace. "I got your message a couple of days ago. I mean, seriously dude. You shoulda thought about what you were doing before you posted that stuff to your profile. But the Main Man is nothing if not loyal to his family. I know you're tryin' to protect Shego now. And she's family, even if she's like a raging-ass flaming homo-bitch. So, today, it's going to be you and me against the world. Are you, like, ready?"
Drakken gave Motor Ed a knowing grin and hefted his blaster bazooka back onto his shoulder. "I was born ready, Eddie."
"Ah, how touching!" came a third voice from the shadows that the late afternoon sun was casting across the rooftop that Drakken and Motor Ed was standing on. The thick German accent told both of them exactly who was speaking. "Should ve applaud your dedication or ridicule your stupidity?"
Motor Ed dropped into a boxer's stance as Drakken spun to point the blaster bazooka in the direction of the voice. As expected, a short, rotund figure emerged from the shadows. Dressed in elaborate brown armor, with his head hidden within a protective helmet, Professor Dementor smiled wickedly at the pair of villains/heroes.
"Even if you get past me, Dementor," Drakken growled, "You'd have to also get through two companies of Global Justice agents stationed around and inside the church itself. Do you have the resources to pull that little stunt off?"
"By myself?" Dementor laughed, his laughter hearty and confident given his short stature. "Perhaps not. But it vould be vorth noting zat I am not ze only villain here."
As Dementor spoke, several other figures emerged from the shadows across the rooftop. Duff Killigan, Camille Leon, Adrena Lynn, and Summer Gale all strode out to stand by Dementor.
"It is a shame you have turned from villainy, Drakken," Dementor mused thoughtfully. "You, too, could have been part of my Masters of Criminal Masterminds And Epic Villains."
Drakken cocked a brow at that. "Masters of... what? Couldn't you have called them something like... say... Masters of Evil... or something?"
"That's totally copyrighted already, dude," Motor Ed quickly pointed out. "Seriously."
"And what is she doing here?" Drakken asked, pointing to Summer Gale. "I mean, I can definitely see Killigan; he brings the pain with his golf balls. Camille Leon is a shapeshifter and is infinitely useful. Even Adrena Lynn has mad physical skillz and is all-that as a stunt woman. But her... I can't even remember her name... she is just a newswoman who just happened to have a weather machine..."
As if on cue, Summer Gale grinned wickedly and drew her hands out from behind her back to reveal hi-tech gloves. The gloves sported hoses that led back behind her back, to what Drakken could now see was a pair of small tanks.
"Zat utilized ze vater from Lake Vannaveep," Dementor finished, "known for its mutagenic qualities? Yes, I am quite familiar vith Summer Gale's story. Vith my help, she vas able to miniaturize her veather machine into a more portable form."
"Oh, boy," Drakken replied, feeling his left eye twitching.
"And now, ve vill take out ze high and mighty Dr. Drakken before moving on to ze illustrious Global Justice and finally ze meddlesome Kim Possible and ze traitorous Shego," Dementor declared. "Masters of Criminal Masterminds and Epic Villains! Attack!"
Drakken and Motor Ed braced for the attack as the other five villains pounced upon them.
[END CHAPTER THREE]