It was dark outside when Shego pushed Kim-once again wearing the holographic disguise-through the doors of a club they both frequented. It was a semi classy establishment, and it was only a few blocks from their apartment. Needless to say, it was also wheelchair accessible. Though there was a large space in the middle of the club that was reserved for dancing, neither Kim or Shego took part, for obvious reasons. They came instead for the food, which was good, and the music, which was nice if a bit loud, and the shared company, which was all that they really cared about. It was a bit of a tradition for them. Before their last mission, they'd always gone out alone on Thursday nights. They didn't see any particular reason to change that now. In addition to maintaining the normal routine, tonight they were celebrating. Kim, because she only had to spend three more months in her chair, and Shego because Kim was finally allowing herself to be wheeled around. Shego wasn't actually celebrating because she getting used to her handicap, and would stop pushing herself-figuratively-past her new, and temporary, limits. It was nice to see Kim smile again. Shego guided Kim back to their usual table in the corner of the club. It was a booth seat, and not only was it private, but it was also blissfully isolated from the headache inducing strobe lights that adorned the dance floor. Shego helped Kim into one side of the booth, then took her own place opposite her. Within seconds, a waiter appeared at the table. Shego ordered something alcoholic and-since they were in Canada, and she was nineteen-so did Kim. The two women each sank back into their respective seats. It had been a long day, and they were both looking forward to a peaceful night together.

It was not to be.

When Kim died, one thing that no one predicted was the overflow of people, each trying to take her place. Thousands of people from across the globe made or purchased their costumes, coined their monikers, and set out to battle the forces of evil. Most were simple vigilantes, content to patrol street corners, or prowl rooftops. They were mostly harmless, and in some cases, helpful. But there were others who tried to go global. They attempted to do what Team Possible once did, and stop the insidious plots of the world's greatest criminal masterminds. The problem was that these villains that they were facing had spent most of their careers battling Team Possible. They had grown used to the best in the business infiltrating their complexes, escaping their deathtraps, and defeating their henchmen. Team Possible was in a league of its own. The young newcomers to the crime fighting scene, were not. Countless enthusiastic individuals tried, and failed, to stop the villainous plots. But this did nothing to stem the growing tide of volunteers. Then the new villains started popping up. Petty criminals who wanted the occasional headline detailing their dastardly acts, had the experience in their field, some willing friends or hired goons, and the resources and imagination to make their own unique alter ego, became the new archrivals for the growing hero community. Since very few could afford secluded lairs and fancy gadgets, most of their crimes took place on the streets, with guns and improvised weaponry. That was where the new vigilantes started battling them, and as a result, innocent bystanders got hurt. As the number of heroes and villains grew, the more each tried to make themselves special. Crimes got worse; the fights grew longer, and more heated. Now people were getting hurt, and it wasn't stopping. This became the legacy of Kim Possible, as she was about to find out herself, first hand.

Kim and Shego's drinks had just arrived, when the doors to the club burst open.

"Behold!" A man stormed into the building, flanked on either side by large henchmen. "It is I, Dr. Ead!"

While the rest of the building's occupants screamed in terror, Kim and Shego each let out a perfectly justifiable groan. They each spared a glance toward the would be villain. He wore a lab coat with scrubs underneath. Both were splattered with red stains. In addition, the man wore a surgeon's mask and a stethoscope. In his left hand, he held a large, very shiny, meat cleaver. In his right, a modified tazer. His two henchmen each wore orderly uniforms, and held long, surgical, knives. Just then, a man in the crowd stepped forward. He tore open the business suit he wore, revealing an elaborate white and yellow costume underneath. He slapped a mask on his face and pulled out from behind him, a bulky flashlight.

"Move no further evildoer. For it is I, lightbringer!" The masked man shouted.

He turned on his flashlight, which let out a blinding ray of light directly towards his nemesis. The henchmen turned away, covering their eyes. Several amongst the crown began to cheer. Dr. Ead, unlike his goons, remained where he was, his face was shielded by his meat cleaver. Lightbringer doubled backward, the reflection of light coming off of Dr. Ead's knife having blinded him. Dr. Ead raised his modified tazer, and shot it towards the wannabe hero. Lightbringer fell to the floor, screaming. He twitched once, then was still. A deathly silence fell over the crowd.

"Everyone remain where you are." The doctor said. "We will come to you."

And so he did, he approached each table in turn, collecting money and valuable from the occupants. His partners made their way through the crowd, each doing the same. Finally, Dr. Ead reached the table where Kim and Shego sat.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He asked mockingly. "Two very lovely ladies, but…" His eyes fell to Kim's chair. "Looks like one's broken." He turned to Kim, and brandished his knife. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I can fix that." Kim simply stared back at him, looking bored.

"If anyone's going to be fixed here, it's going to be you." Shego growled.

Dr. Ead turned to her, and when he spoke, there was an almost maniacal glee in his voice. "Do you want to be a hero too?" He raised his tazer to point at Shego. "Please say yes."

Then he felt himself slam into the table, his hands pinned behind his back. The weapons were wrenched from his grasp. Shego simply smiled sweetly at him and left the table. Two seconds later, several thuds and a pair of screams echoed back across the room to his ears. He struggled briefly to get free, but stopped when heard a menacing voice in his ear.

"Never." Kim whispered. "Ever threaten my fiancé. Ever." She twisted his arm violently. "Got it?"

"Yes!" He screamed.

"Good." She replied, a deceptive sweetness in her voice.

She didn't loosen her grip until the police arrived to take him, and his thugs into custody. Both Kim and Shego left before the police could question them.

Will Du sat in his office, his fingers entwined and resting on the desk in front of him. Before him stood a single agent, the one that had been appointed to head the surveillance of Kim Possible, and all associates.

"What do you have for me?" Will asked.

"Nothing out of the ordinary so far." The young agent replied. "In fact, most of her family and associates have been communicating less often than usual."

"Could they have found a way to bypass our taps?"

"Bypass…no. I believe that Mr. Load might be able to detect them, but he certainly can't bypass them."

Will nodded solemnly. "Keep up the surveillance, but move them under the Team Possible file."

With that, he pulled out a large folder from the bottom of his desk. It was the KiGo file. With only a moment's hesitation, he stamped a large [INACTIVE] on it.

"Master Sensei?" Ron asked, slightly out of breath from the long climb to Yamanouchi.

"Yes?"

"We came here…for more training." Ron managed between gasps.

The old man smiled slightly, not that it could be seen from under his large beard.

"And why have you done so?"

Ron straightened up. "Master, the world still needs Team Possible, but to be honest, Yori and I were never up to KP, or Shego's level. If we're going to be going after the world's greatest villains on our own, we need to get better."

The old master nodded solemnly. "Then we'd better get started."