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Melange : a blend of coffees roasted to different degrees.
So, just what can Killigan do with cybertronic technology. Read and find out.
Time: A little over a week since last the chapter.
Waking Up,... A Visit with Miranda,... Kim Learns to Look Before Leaping,...
The bed was warm. A pleasant contrast to the cold rain beating against the window. He snuggled down under the blankets a little bit further and gazed at the woman sleeping next to him. Her face was peaceful, and so beautiful. His heart ached just looking at her. In the more than three years since they'd become more than just boyfriend/girlfriend the indescribable feeling that coursed through his entire being for these few minutes each morning had never changed. He watched and smiled until he saw she was close to waking up. The slight change in her breathing. The way she turned over on her back. The deep breath she took and the way she stretched as her eyes finally fluttered open.
Shego opened her eyes and saw the Buffoon's smile of appreciation for the view he was getting. Whenever she woke up he was always already awake. Watching her. She smiled at him. "Morning Buffoon." She reached out, pulling him closer.
"Morning Shego." He let himself be pulled closer.
They started slow. Enjoying each kiss. Letting their hands roam. There was no rush. They followed the love making with a shower. As usual it took a long time before they finished.
Ron set to work cooking breakfast. He loved to cook and enjoyed seeing people eat his creations. It was fun. In no time had prepared omelets with ham along with toast and a fruit salad. It was quick to prepare, it allowed him to be creative, and it covered the basic nutrition a person needed. The coffee was just ready when a timid knock came on the door. He knew it would be Kim and Mark. A few times they had knocked before Shego and Ron were out of the shower. Shego had taught them, with frequent applications of plasma, the risk of disturbing them too early. Mark had learned quickly. Kim not so quickly.
Soon the four of them were sitting down eating. The kitchen was small, but that just made it seem cozy. They talked and ate. Ron loved this part of the morning. He knew Mark and Kim did too. Shego was more of a solitary person than either of them. Still she seemed to enjoy sitting back in a corner and listening to the three of them while sipping her coffee. This morning the sound of the wind and rain on the windows made it seem even cozier. It was a good way to wake up.
She huddled in the abandoned apartment building. The glass was gone from nearly every window, allowing the ice cold rain to spray throughout the whole room when the wind gusted. She considered blocking one of the windows with the table left behind by the room's now long gone occupants. But someone might see it. They might call the cops. Or worse, come to investigate themselves. She didn't want that. The something inside would have a lot of fun if that happened. If they came alone then she might have hours to play with them. No. She certainly didn't want that.
The hardwood floor was cold and wet. She'd found several mattresses, they'd all had things living in them. She hated spiders. It was better to just lie on the floor. Rain lashed in through one of the windows and she turned her head, trying to not let it hit her in the face.
She shivered and considered the last week. The thing inside her was overjoyed at the freedom. It wanted her to maim person after person. To cause as much suffering as possible. She had tried to reason with it. Over the years she had found that was sometimes possible. She had focused on how injured she was. The burns. It hadn't cared. The need to hurt had burned within her. She had tried to focus on the fact she'd been caught once. That caution might be best. At least until she healed. The something had given that some thought. The burning need to hurt had diminished a little.
So she had spent the last week in this ruin of a building. Her skin had slowly started to heal. It had a long way to go but it no longer caused pain. She had sated the need to hurt with hunting rats. She had tortured them much as she had that first squirrel so long ago. Then she had eaten their flesh raw. It wasn't as though she could go out to steal food in her state. Her burned flesh would draw too much attention. Besides, being around people would only make the something inside her hungrier. It would see them and the need would burn inside of her. She would hurt them. Better to eat the rats than that. Anything was better than hurting another person. She shivered as the wind gusted through the window. She was already drenched, and so cold.
Each night she'd had the same dream. The day she'd been discovered. It had been a dog. Not just any dog, the dog of her best friend. She was ten and had held the facade of being normal for two years. The something inside her had been happy. The dog would suffer, she would suffer, and her best friend would suffer. It had been giddy with excitement. She had spent hours with the poor animal.
She had been sick. Sick seeing what she was doing to the dog. Sick knowing how her best friend would take the loss. Sick with fear of discovery. She hadn't been paying attention. Four police officers had come across her, on their way home from work. They were lucky it had not been one of them alone. The thing inside her would have loved that. As it was she had managed to convince it killing four police officers was too dangerous. She hadn't known just how strong she was back then. If she had known those four would now be dead.
They had known other animals around the area had disappeared. They had searched and found where she was hiding their corpses. The looks on the faces of her mother and father were etched into her memory. The look on her sister's face had been different. She had not believed it at first. Two years later she would know it was true.
She moaned and forced the memory out of her mind. Seven years had passed during that stillness. She wondered if those who had caught her before could do so again. Or if they would kill her. Either was okay. She wondered what the something inside her was. Was it a part of her? Or was it something else? She didn't know and there was no way to ask anyone. Except maybe...
She stood to her feet. There was one who had once had a something inside them. Someone who might know what the something was. Someone who might even be able to kill her. And for once the purpose of the something inside her was aligned with her own desires. It too wanted to know about that person. She paced the floor. The information in the file had not contained addresses, or even names. But she could be found. She would be mentioned in newspapers. Heroes usually were.
She looked down at her arms. Still black in places. She sighed. She would hunt more rats. She would placate the something inside her for as long as she could. It was getting more and more difficult, but she could keep it up for a few more days. She couldn't visit a library looking like this.
It was a Saturday. No classes. So the four of them took the hovercraft to the Middleton base. Dr. Betty Director had insisted that classes in unarmed combat be continued despite the forty-seven injured agents. Mark and Kim would be needed to teach those classes. Ron and Shego had decided to pay Miranda a visit.
They stood outside her door and watched. She was awake, though from the way she just stared into space it was hard to tell. She heard them enter and looked their way. Other than the patch over her left eye and two casts on her arms there was no sign of her injuries. Global Justice took good care of their agents. In recent years each agent was required to donate stem cells upon joining the organization. At need those cells could be cultured and used to create a glue for serious cuts. There would be no scars. It had taken two days for the slashes to heal. Even broken bones could be similarly treated. The casts on her legs had been removed the day before, though she was still required to use a wheelchair when leaving the bed. It would be another week before she would be allowed to walk. The fractures on her arms had been more severe. Those casts would come off next week. With a single break a person would normally be allowed to use the arm, or leg, as soon as the cast came off. But hers had been broken in five places. The doctors were being cautious. Her ribs had been similarly treated.
"Hi guys." She turned and looked back into space.
Ron and Shego looked at each other. The woman had been severely depressed since the incident. "Hi." They both greeted.
Ron grabbed a chair and sat beside her. He opened the lid on the plastic container he'd brought with him and ordered. "Open."
Miranda looked at him. "Already had breakfast." Normally she would have jumped at the chance to taste anything he cooked.
"Breakfast didn't taste like this." Ron told her.
She opened her mouth and Ron fed her a forkful of omelette. She wondered what he had done to it to get it to taste so good. Global Justice food was decent, but nothing compared to this. He placed a cup close to her mouth and she sipped. Coffee. A blend she didn't recognize, though it was blueberry flavored. It was superb.
Ron placed one finger on her chin and turned her head so he could look her in the eye. He studied her carefully. "Mysterious looking." He commented.
"Yeah right." Miranda answered in a voice that was sarcastic.
"You don't think so?" He asked.
"No." Came the definite reply.
Ron leaned closer. "So you don't think Dr. Betty Director looks mysterious with that eyepatch of hers?" He whispered.
Miranda turned red.
"So you do?" Ron whispered, noticing her reaction.
"No." She lied.
"Oh. So you don't think she's cute?"
"Definitely not." Miranda lied again.
"I dare you to tell her that." Ron whispered to her.
Miranda's one eye went wide. "That's nuts." She answered.
"Oh? Anyone interested in girls is going to have had at least one fantasy about her. You mean you haven't?"
"No." Miranda lied again. She felt her face burning red. She'd had a lot of fantasies about the woman.
"Well. Since you're not interested in women any more want a date next week?" Ron asked.
"Wha..." Miranda blinked.
"What are you two whispering about over there?" Shego demanded from across the room.
Miranda's heart started pounding. If the plasma tossing, former supervillainess had heard that question... She gulped.
"Nothing much." Ron calmly answered.
"Hrmp. Bad enough you're over there feeding a cute woman. Now you're whispering." Shego didn't sound happy.
"You know she's a lesbian Shego. Nothing can happen. Though if she weren't ..." Ron let his voice trail off. "She is pretty cute." He added.
Miranda gulped again. Was he suicidal?
"Get away from her. I'll feed her." Shego ordered.
Ron felt his chair being pulled backwards. The plastic container was grabbed from his fingers. He watched Shego sit down and start to feed the red faced, and slightly fear striken woman. Shego leaned forward given Miranda a good view of her assets. He noticed the woman's eyes go wide as she stared before looking away.
"I saw that." Ron declared. He pulled Shego away from the woman and grabbed the plastic container from her. Miranda's face was red from the comment.
"So. What do you expect to happen?" Shego demanded.
"Well. She might try to ravage you." Ron pointed out.
"Wha..." Miranda blinked.
"She had her chance to try and seduce me and refused." Shego replied.
"And I bet she regrets that decision now." Ron declared. He looked at Miranda. "Don't you?"
Miranda gulped.
"See." Ron took it as an admission of guilt.
"Well she is kinda cute." Shego admitted, looking the woman over.
Miranda felt her face get even redder.
"See. She's turning you gay." Ron declared.
Miranda blinked. She realized Shego wasn't the only one in the room who could throw plasma.
Shego leaned close and whispered. "So, do you regret not trying to seduce me?" Into the woman's ear seductively.
Miranda gulped. The breasts of the former supervillainess was brushing against her and she had a perfect view. She forced herself to look away and saw the boyfriend of that former supervillainess watching her. This can't be good, she thought. She closed her eye and waited for the explosion. It didn't come. She counted to thirty before she opened her right eye and looked around. The two of them were smirking at her, trying not to laugh.
Ron stepped close and gave her another drink of blueberry coffee. "Much better." He said.
"It is." Shego agreed. The woman no longer looked depressed. Embarrassed, yes. Confused, yes. But not depressed.
Miranda breathed a sigh of relief as she realized they'd been joking with her. Shego took one side of her bed and fed her the remainder of the omelette while Ron took the other and gave her occasional sips of coffee.
"It's a Melange type blend." Ron told the woman. "Next time you're over we will experiment with it. I sure Shego won't mind being the guinea pig."
"Hey." Shego said. She looked at Miranda. "You sure you're not trying to steal my man?"
Miranda sighed. "If only he was a woman I would try." She admitted.
"Hey guys. Guess what?" Kim bounced into the room.
"What?" Ron asked for the three of them.
"Dr. Betty Director asked if I would go on a mission for her and I said yes."
Ron felt like sighing. This wasn't going to be good.
"What villain?" Shego asked with a sinking feeling.
"Killigan." Kim answered as if it was no big.
Ron and Shego sighed together. They recalled just how large the golf course of the mad golfer was. What that now meant for any mission there.
"What?" Kim asked.
"Did you ask her just what sort of golf balls Killigan was using lately?" Shego asked.
"Hrmm. No. What does that matter? It's just Killigan. And if the three of us go it will be no big."
Shego sighed. "Princess, didn't you ever hear the expression 'look before you leap.'"
"Don't call me Princess, Kermit." Kim was confused. Shego only called her Princess when she was annoyed at something. It was just Killigan. He used golf balls as weapons for crying out loud. Sure they could explode but nothing she hadn't handled before.
"KP. Killigan sort of upgraded his arsenal since the last time we were on a mission." Ron explained.
"Oh." Kim looked at the two. "So what is he using now?" She asked.
"Cybertronic golf balls." Shego muttered.
"They're bad?" Kim asked.
"If you consider a house falling on you bad then they're bad." Miranda put in. She'd heard agents talking about them.
"A house?" Kim was confused. She looked at them for further explanation.
"You will find out Princess. I guess we got to go with you to keep you from getting killed."
"Hey. It can't be that bad." Kim insisted.
"Hrmph." Shego replied. "You haven't been keeping up to date on what villains are using these days?"
"Well. It's another year before I'm finished college and I haven't been going on missions, so no."
"You've been training agents every weekend." Ron pointed out. "You didn't overhear anything?"
"No. Mark and I pretty much keep them busy. They don't get a chance to talk. If they got energy to talk they got energy for more practice."
That, Ron thought to himself, sounds just like Kim. But then, that training is what keeps them from getting hurt, so I guess she has a point.
Shego refused to risk her hovercraft on a mission so they ended up taking a Global Justice jet. Twenty agents went with them.
"We need twenty agents just for Killigan?" Kim asked.
"That depends on how many cybertronic golf balls he has." Shego told her. "We need at least one more agent than he has golf balls."
Kim blinked. Obviously not understanding.
"One to keep each ball busy. One to handle Killigan." Shego told her. "And that's a minimum." She added.
Kim looked around. The agents looked nervous. She was starting to get nervous too. Maybe she should have got more information before she took the mission.
"Kim and the agents will keep Killigan busy. We will try to take out his transmitter." Ron suggested.
Shego thought on the idea. "Good idea. At least we shouldn't have to handle any of the balls then."
"My mission." Kim pointed out.
Shego shrugged. "Fine Princess. You take out Killigan and we will do our own thing. After all, we're not officially part of the team."
Kim sighed. "Fine. Just tell me what those golf balls do." She decided she would get informed on who the latest villains were and what they used when she got back. She knew she'd made a mistake.
"Think Diablos." Ron spoke up.
"Giant robots? But Killigan uses golf balls."
"Diablos are small toys that grow into giant robots, Princess. Now think." Shego fumed at the redhead.
Kim thought. "So the golf balls grow larger?" She asked.
"Try twenty feet high, with lasers." Shego told her.
"But they got a weak spot right? The sensors?"
"No. That was Drakken's flaw. Just one sensor array in the eyes. The golf balls got over two hundred linked together." Ron explained.
"Do they auto-repair like the Diablos?"
"Yes." Shego answered her.
Kim gulped. "So how do we take them out?"
"We either take out Killigan or find the transmitter." Ron explained.
"You keep the balls busy. We find the transmitter." Shego told her.
Kim sat back in her seat. This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. And when she got back ... She sighed. She had just expected a mission like they used to go on. Not Diablo golf balls that were twenty feet high.
The jet landed. Killigan must have had some way to see through the cloaking device because he was there waiting for them. "Hey there, lassie." He said upon seeing Kim. "What a surprise to see you here. I thought you had given up the whole hero business."
Kim shrugged. "Sort of here filling in for Global Justice. Not as a hero." She explained.
"Have you heard about my new balls?" The mad golfer asked.
"Unfortunately yes." Kim leapt, trying to get to him before he could swing. But he had kept a safe distance away and already had a ball on the ground. It only took him a second to swing.
Kim's eyes grew wide as she saw the ball fly towards her, growing larger as it did so. She dove to the ground. The once one inch ball was ten feet in diameter when it soared above her head. It landed around twenty feet away, still growing. Two arms equipped with lasers popped out of its sides. The two lasers began tracking her. She dodged and ran. The ball rolled after her. She dodged to one side. The twenty-foot ball followed with its lasers firing continuously.
Running she took a second to look around. There were at least twenty balls rolling around now. The agents were nearly all down. Stunned she hoped. She didn't see Ron or Shego anywhere.
"Ya can't keep dodging forever lassie." The mad golfer cried out to her.
With the agents down the twenty balls all chased after her. This is insane, she thought as she kept running. She saw a small pond on the golf course where they'd landed. She ran for it and jumped. The jump took her halfway to the other side. She slid into the water without a ripple and the momentum of the jump drove her through the water, closing the distance to the far side in seconds. She climbed out and looked back. One ball rolled into the pond. Her hopes that it was stuck were dashed as the lasers turned into wings that beat like those of a humming bird. The ball flew after her. She dodged under it and it flew over her. It landed a short distance away and the wings turned back into lasers.
"Good try." The mad villain cried out to her. "But it will take more than that to stop my balls."
She looked back. The twenty cybertronic gizmos were all clumped together and she had another idea. She turned and ran at them. They were twenty feet tall, perfect spheres. That left her plenty of room on the ground to dodge among them, if she kept low. The ones near her tried to swerved after her but they ran into the other balls around her. The sound of them grinding together came to her. The closeness also prevent their lasers from aiming. In fact it seemed they were getting tore off as the balls collided with each other. She saw them grow back only to get tore off again.
With the amplified power of her suit she hit one of the balls. The hole in it vanished in seconds. From the lasers regrowing she knew that would happen even if Shego hadn't told her earlier. The balls moved and the space she was in moved. She dodged so she was safe between several of them again. She could keep this up for a long time but that wouldn't take Killigan down. She grinned.
She moved to the edge of the mass of balls until she was positioned with one behind her and one on each side. Then she ran at the mad golfer. The balls chased after her, maintaining their position around her. The screeching of the balls grinding together was like fingernails on a chalkboard. Still, it was a good sound. She knew it meant the lasers were being tore apart without being able to aim at her. She closed in on the mad golfer who looked panicked.
She watched as he dropped a ball on the ground and swung. Something told her this was more like what she was used to. Something that would explode. She watched its trajectory and slowed for just a second. The ball exploded several feet in front of her. The next one she increased her speed for and it exploded behind her. He swung madly again and a ball came directly towards her. She dropped back amidst the giant cybertronic balls, using them as a shield.
She found another position and charged him again. She was close enough this time that he had no time to react.
Killigan jabbed at something on his club, then looking up he saw the armada of balls approaching. He started running.
"Turn them back to normal Killigan. It's over." Kim screamed. Keeping up the pace, aiming for the running mad golfer.
"I canna lassie. The club ain't working." He screamed back, legs pumping for all he was worth.
"What?" She didn't believe this.
"I was out golfing earlier. It must have got wet." He screamed back. He aimed for the walls of his lair.
Kim kept running. She reached the mad golfer and dropped him with a punch. She looked around. With the walls to one side the balls couldn't get any closer. They were still grinding together, with their lasers still being tore apart and then attempting to regrow again. She handcuffed Killigan and walked along the wall until she found an entrance. The transmitter she figured had to be somewhere inside. She was about to enter the lair when the balls all shrank back to normal. "About time." She muttered to herself.
Ron and Shego immediately ran for the lair. Their speed was enough to get them to the corner, and out of sight, before any of Killigan's toys focused on them. After thirty seconds their combined plasma made an entrance just big enough for them to enter one at a time.
"What do you think?" Shego asked. "Down to find the generator or up to find the antenna?"
Ron flipped a coin. "Down." He answered. He had just returned the coin to his pocket when a ball, a moderate ten feet in diameter, appeared at the end of the corridor. It sped towards them, lasers firing.
"Seems there's automatic defenses." Shego commented.
"So it would seem." Ron agreed, looking at the fast approaching ball.
Together they ran into an adjacent room and started tossing plasma at the floor. In seconds there was a hole large enough for them to jump down through. They dropped down through it.
"Not very good if it can't cover the rooms." Shego looked up. A small ball dropped down and hit her on the head. It rolled a small distance away and began to grow. "Seems I spoke too soon." She muttered.
Ron stepped forward and kicked the ball before it was much larger than a basketball. It went soaring down the hallway and hit the far end of the hall. It finished growing and started rolling towards them. Meanwhile he and Shego ducked into another room and made another hole in the floor. They dropped down to the next level.
"Wait." Shego said.
Ron leaned against the wall.
When the ball came dropping down again Shego caught it. Jumping up she pulled herself back up to the previous floor and threw the ball down the hallway. She dropped back down through the hole, pulling a bookcase down over it as she did so. "Let's see how it handles getting through that." She told her partner.
They entered the next room and made another hole in the floor. When they dropped down through they landed on concrete.
"Seems this is the bottom floor." Ron looked around. It was the most likely place for a generator. Something the size needed to power cybertronic technology wasn't going to be light. But Killigan's lair was huge. The search was far from over. He dropped to the floor and put his ear to it. There was a humming sound that he thought was likely to be the generator. He stood and started in the direction it was coming from.
He and Shego walked together, combining their plasma to quickly blast through the walls. It was the quickest way through what seemed like a labyrinth. Seven walls later they came across a fridge. It was the source of the sound.
"So much for that." Ron sighed. He fried the fridge with plasma and it stopped humming. He dropped to the floor again. Seconds later he had another direction picked and was following it.
Three walls later the golf ball was back with them. They periodically got rid of it by entering a room and waiting for it to shrink back to normal. When it did one of them would step out and kick it. It was so obvious both wondered why Killigan hadn't planned for it. It wasn't enough to have a toy that was unstoppable. It needed intelligent directions to be effective. It was why neither of them worried about Kim. The balls might be nearly indestructible, but she was fast enough they wouldn't be able to stop her either. Stalemate unless she took out Killigan. They both figured there was a pretty good chance of that.
Eventually they found the generator. They both tossed plasma at it and it stopped. They retraced their steps to find a disgruntled Kim checking the downed agents.
"They're all okay. Just stunned." She said. "And for your information I did take down Killigan. His club just wouldn't work."
"We had to take out the generator anyway." Shego said. "It's the only safe way to search the lair for more of the balls. By the way, start searching." She pointed at the golf course.
"What? We got to search all of that for golf balls." Kim looked out. The golf course was huge. Beyond huge. It would take forever.
Shego handed her a detector. "It will beep when you get within five meters of one." She grinned. "Welcome to my world. Just be glad it's just a golf course and not the entire world."
They started searching. When the agents came to they joined in the search despite massive headaches from being being stunned. It took eight hours to search the three kilometer by three kilometer golf course. It took another hour to check the lair.
As she stepped into the jet Shego looked back. Nine square kilometers out of five hundred million cleared. Of course at any moment that small area could be infected with Diablos again. She sighed. And it wasn't even part of the Middleton area. The area she was actually responsible for. She felt like kicking Princess in the behind.
They stepped out of the jet to see Mark waiting.
"Kim. We need to talk." He said.
Kim gulped. This was going to be bad. She nodded and they walked a little distance from the others. There she held up her hands. "I'm sorry." She told him. She wondered what else to say.
Mark sighed. "Don't go getting dramatic Kim. We just need to talk is all. Whether you go on missions is your decision, not mine. But next time tell me. Please." He looked at her.
Kim gulped as she realized the worry she had caused him. "I jumped in without thinking." She explained. "I thought it was just Killigan and I was going to get you as well as Ron and Shego go with me. Just one mission as a favor to Dr. Betty Director. Then Ron and Shego started talking about Killigan's new toys. I knew you would insist on coming and I sort of freaked out. I..." She didn't know what else to say.
"I heard from some agents you had left on a mission." Mark told her. "I heard them talking about how they usually conducted attacks on Killigan. A hundred agents minimum. That he used weapons as big as houses."
"A hundred?" Kim gulped again. Then she recalled how quickly the twenty that had gone with her had been taken down. She took his hands into hers. "If I go on any more missions you will know. I don't plan to. This was a one time thing. Something I stupidly jumped into without thinking."
"The missions are your choice but..."
"I know." She answered. And she did. Mark would never try to control her. He wasn't that sort of person. But he had thought her safe somewhere in the base. Within arms reach. Not a thousand kilometers away dodging modified Diablo machines. It had come as a shock to him. He deserved to at least know when he should be worrying. Not hear it from some other source. "I'm sorry." She added. She pulled him in close for a kiss.
They cuddled together in bed.
"Why make cybertronic golf balls?" Shego asked.
"No idea." Ron admitted. "If he'd just added those wings and a laser in front with orders to keep at least ten feet from each other they would have been much more effective."
Shego sighed. "Princess and her mission. I spend five days a week hunting those things. I really didn't need that on my day off."
"Now Shego. At least call her Kim." Ron said. He nibbled on her ear for a few seconds before he drew back. "So that's why you were so upset with her?"
"Yeah. An entire day marching over a stupid field. " She sulked. "And it wasn't even in an area I was supposed to clear."
Ron laughed.
"Not funny, Buffoon." Shego insisted.
"Well, it's not as though I wanted to spend the day marching around a golf course either." He admitted. "Still. Global Justice usually uses a hundred agents in such an assault. They swarm Killigan before he can stun them all. It did save them a bit of manpower. Something they are lacking in."
"I know." Shego yawned. She was tired but the nibbling on her ear had awaken a need that had to be satisfied first. She pulled the Buffoon closer. He happily complied.
She hunted through the abandoned building for rats. The something inside wanted more. It wanted to see people suffer beneath her hands again. So she hunted the rats, even as darkness fell, trying to quench the need. She knew it was useless. And eventually even people suffering beneath her hands one by one wouldn't be enough. It would want thousands to suffer. She hoped that whatever had ended the mindless butchering once could do so again. That it found her and stopped her. How she longed for that stillness again. If only she could die. She wept as she fled through the rooms, finding one victim after the other.
End of Chapter.
In retrospect the cybertronic golf balls don't sound so impressive. Still, Kim and Ron and Shego are probably the only three people in the KP universe that would have had the speed to handle them like that. And even for Shego it might not be possible all the time. She isn't quite as fast as Kim even if she is stronger.
It was searching the golf course part that had both Shego and Ron annoyed with Kim. They knew from the start what the mission would entail and that it would take the entire day.