Betty let out a silent cheer as the Chinook touched down on the tarmac outside Ft. Durango. She knew it had been a slim hope to get Kim out on this run but…DAMN, she felt good right now! According to the initial reports, not only had Mr. Load managed to get a complete layout of the facility, but prisoner manifest, numbers they'd be facing, placement of defensive systems down to the last camera. And Prime Minister Pak Joung had been so willing to lend South Korea's support to the operation that her old friend had actually thanked her for the honor of being included.

The embarkation ramp clanked to the floor and a thoroughly determined looking Shego marched down with Stoppable in tow.

"You look like you're ready for more," Betty commented, thumping her on the shoulder and falling in beside her. "You made contact with Kim? How is she?"

"A little bruised but she and I have seen far worse," Shego answered, not losing her stride. "Jim didn't seem to have a scratch on him. I…I promised them a 24 hour wait. Are we on schedule?"

"Hell, we're on track and actually AHEAD of schedule," Betty bragged as the trio stepped through the main doors into the base. "I've got someone I want you guys to meet before we get started."

She led them back to the CIC where they were met by two uniformed officers, one male and the other female, both wearing the uniform of the Republic of Korea Army. Sizing up the new officers, Shego spotted the black berets slid under the epaulettes; South Korean Special Forces? They were being aided by the flippin SWC? Just how much of a friend WAS the South Korean PM with Betty?

Shego Possible, Ron Stoppable, allow me to introduce Colonel Ujin Woo and Captain Subin Kim of the Special Warfare Command. They're going to be giving us a hand."

The Colonel and Captain bowed to Shego and Ron, voicing their honor at the meeting and Shego and Ron returned the gesture. "The honor is mine Colonel, Captain; the reputation of the SWC is the stuff of legend," replied Shego.

After the greetings, Betty led them to the central console. According to Betty, her subordinates were already briefing their units on the main assault as she spoke. The plan was actually relatively simple. While 1500 commandos dropped into the mountains and made the initial assault, drawing the main body of enemy forces out into a pitched fight, a combined GJ/SWC strike force would descend directly on the base itself, making an insertion via the hanger.

"How are we going to get through?" Shego inquired. She'd studied the base layout on the return trip and the armor around that section was plenty thick.

"Well my idiot brother isn't the only one who's been doing some tinkering with lasers," Betty smirked and made the base hologram disappear and replaced it with a blueprint for some kind of aerial vehicle. "Say hello to the future."

Shego studied the device closer and…they'd…they'd done it? They'd actually completed it? "Betty…since when had you completed the Archangel?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Archangel flight suit," She continued, "Courtesy of our friends at Lockheed Martin and Mr. and Mrs. Load. As I said, fifty of these little beauties will make the insertion into the hanger," The small tip of the suit was highlighted. "Three of the suits are equipped with a combat laser capable of cutting through any metal currently on the periodic table. Shego, Colonel Woo, and myself will slice an opening in the hanger doors and lead the crew into the chamber. We'll open the doors to make way for our air strip strike team enroot from Thailand, rounding out the 2000 strong fighting force."

"Forgive me Director," Colonel Woo interrupted. "But isn't that an unnecessary risk? Surely Agent Possible and I can command the assault without you having to risk your life."

"I appreciate your concern Colonel," Betty replied. "I have the utmost faith in your abilities but as your Prime Minister will tell you, when we go into battle, she and I are always with those we command, with them where the metal meets the meat."

Shego couldn't exactly argue with that. Betty had partially blamed herself for Kim's current predicament, despite Shego's vehement objections and reassurances, and any outside observer would say that made her emotionally compromised. But who was she trying to kid? Kimmie and Jim were family. If anybody was emotionally compromised, it was her. Betty…Betty was a true leader and even at age 47, she was still a world class ass-kicker.

"Now Shego, you're sure there's no way to communicate with Kim or any of the other prisoners?"

"Unfortunately that's correct," Shego sighed, bringing the base map back up and zooming in on the detention block where Kim was currently held, "According to my brother-in-law, the cell is essentially a self-contained electromagnetic pulse; no functioning electronics within the cell blocks. It prevents WEE bugging it but also eliminates any chance of radio contact."

"Can we kill the power to the prisons?" Ron asked. "We free thirty people in the middle of a firefight and that's opening up a third front."

"No good," Betty replied. "The prisons have their own generators located within the tenth level of the mountain. The vents to the surface are all shielded."

"What…what do you do about the base commander?" It had been the elephant in the room but Shego couldn't ignore it anymore. "She said that she'd be interrogating Kim and Jim personally."

"Which is why once we secure the armory, you will take a five person squad and head directly to the detention block," Betty brought up a section of Level Six. "Apprehend her, kill her, but END her!" Betty looked at each of the attendants. "Any further questions?"

The briefing ended and the Korean officers retreated to speak to their troops. SWC? Shego still couldn't believe it. Competition was abundant but the Republic of Korea SW were some of the best guerilla fighters she knew of. "How the hell did you swing SWC support?" She clapped her old friend on the shoulder. "Heck, sometimes an act of Parliament isn't even enough."

"Well…it's kind of a funny story," Betty began, leading Shego out of the CIC to Betty's temporary office. "We're…well…it's kind of embarrassing but I guess you could call us…sorority sisters for lack of a better term."

"Uhhhh…didn't you…graduate from Annapolis?"

"Well they weren't OFFICIAL," Betty squawked in defense. "But…she was a student exchange and we…well…the Sisterhood of Andraste are bonded forever."

"Awwww, that's so cute," Shego teased, pinching her friend's cheek. "You were a sorority sister. Did you have slumber parties?"

"Look who's talking Miss Martha Stewart Junior," Betty shot back. "Things weren't exactly easy for female students in those early days," Betty's face took on a serious note. "They were ten times worse in South Korea. That's kind of why some friends and I founded the Sisterhood. A Sister of Andraste can go longer, fight harder, and wouldn't rest while the honor of the Sisterhood was tarnished by an outsider…namely the meatheads that still give the military a bad name. We never went anywhere alone and always had a camera or recorder to collect evidence of sexual assault."

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Shego's appearance had been new life. It wasn't exactly easy to tell time in a cell but very soon, Jim would be on his way back to Boston and Kim…Kim would be holding Gracie in her arms and never let her or any of her other family members go. Why hadn't she thought to ask Shego about the Muffin? Still, if…Shego would've been in an absolute fury if the worst had happened. Of that, Kim was absolutely sure. By her reckoning, that had been nearly 22 hours ago. In that time, their captors had done everything in their power to worm any information out of them connected to the "failed rescue attempt"…but had still left Kim and Jim untouched.

Looking at her brother doing his best to sleep, Kim had this feeling that their turn was coming. And timing it against the expected rescue…it was going to be close. Eme's warnings about this new Agent Epsilon, the descriptions her fellow "Caged Birds" had given her, warnings that Jim had heard as well…Kim had endured torture and knew what she could take but if Jim tried to do something stupid to save Kim during the rescue…Kim never thought she'd long for the days when she and he were at each other's throats.

"Anya," Kim sighed as a thought struck her. "Is our babysitter otherwise occupied?"

"Yes comrade," She confirmed. "Imbecile is losing at cards."

"May I have a private word?"

"With brother too?"

"It's fine if he hears. Open a door for me?"

Anya agreed and once out of her own cell, Kim made a mad dash for her friend's cell. She and Anya hadn't had much time together and Kim was quickly greeted with a warm hug. Anya jabbed her brother in the ribs as motivation to make room for their guest.

"I…I need you both to do something for me," Kim began, drawing the fletchet pistol and handing it to Anya. "If I'm taken…and let's face it, I'll be taken any time now; when the attack starts, I need you both to MAKE Jim go with you."

"Kimberly, I…we…we can't leave you to the mercies…or lack thereof, of that…that…svynya!"

Damn it; it had been a slim hope of keeping them away, especially such good friends as the Reznovs. "Anya, friend, I…I know I can't keep you from…from helping. But I beg you, the both of you, in the name of Christ, please see to it that my brother is safe. His wife is expecting their first child and…please?"

The siblings seemed to be able to speak volumes in a single glance. Many had said the same of Kim and Shego, but right now…Kim didn't care much for wordless conversations in her presence. Sasha was the first to break eye contact.

"We…we will secure your brother's safety, of that I swear," Sasha turned his sapphire blue gaze on Kim. "But you say that you cannot leave your sister-in-law to be a vdova, a widow. Well I…NONE of us will leave Shego to suffer the same fate. Each of us has suffered at her hands and I myself want pomsta, what you call vengeance!"

That was likely the best Kim could hope for, given the circumstances. WEE knew something was up and that Shego had been involved. Kim could stand up to anything that they could dish out. But Jim, by the time she fought back, Jim would be perfectly safe.

She wasn't sure how much time had gone by but she was fairly certain that she needed to get back to her own cell. Sasha opened a hole in the field, stepping aside so that Kim could climb out. Drawing her spoons, Kim jammed them into her own cell. She looked back towards Anya and Sasha's cell…and leapt through the hole as quickly as possible. Had…had they…seen? For the briefest moment, she thought she saw one of the guards looking in her direction. How could she be so fucking careless? They were in the home stretch and she let something like this happen? Kim slid onto her "bed" and shoved the spoons under her tattered jacket.

"Possible, our esteemed Agent Epsilon would like a few words with you."

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Jim had been asleep. Thank goodness for small mercies once again. Still no indication as to whether or not the guards had seen Kim out of her cell though. She spied no additional guards heading towards the cells. That was an indication in her favor, wasn't it? She had to be in observation mode once again. What could she spy that could be of use? She'd counted exactly the number of paces thus far, 91 paces, up a level, turn right and 20 paces more brought her to another armory. 14 paces, a left turn, then a further 27 paces and she was treated to a grand view of the communications room. Many places to hide and many places more that could prove useful in a blitz out, but no blitz out would occur without a little more intelligence gathering and a bit of interrogation of her own. That was the trick with any interrogation. With a few choice questions and a few of Shego's "mind tricks" and this "Agent Epsilon" would be spilling her guts while carrying on in the blissful fog of superiority. And with most of these "guards" handling her with kid gloves, this could almost end up being kind of fun.

The group of five came to a halt in the center of what Kim estimated was level six of the complex. If they had any brains between them, her captors HAD to know she was building a mental map every time they took her and comrades out of their cells. A nearby chronograph showed it to be nearly six in the evening. Good; the attack should be within the hour. She'd make a break for the utility room down the hal and to the right. From there she could jump a passing guard, securing a weapon, and make her way to the armory one level directly down.

"Agent Epsilon wishes you to bring the prisoner in immediately."

The two guards at the rear ushered her in, two gun barrels pressed firmly at her back. Now she needed to survey this new obstacle. Even after barely six seconds, Kim had to cringe, feeling like she'd stepped into a chapter of Machiavelli. Iron and steel-forged weapons lined the black and red walls. That could indeed prove useful. The artwork…if you could call it that…the artwork adorned the walls depicted nearly every tyrant and madman in Western History, almost as if part of an altar. Kim wouldn't have been surprised but was thankful to see the absence of Hitler and Stalin.

Wait a minute…NONE of these portraits were of political dictators and tyrants. Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI, John I and Charles I of England, Caligula, Nero; all of these rulers were ones who had to learn the hard way that you couldn't live in luxury at the expense of the people. This Agent Epsilon was an aristocrat…or at least like to think she was. That had to be it! She was a wannabe in the truest sense of the word. Looking towards the desk, spying the back of her desk chair, slowly turning and…what…the…Hell…was…this?

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this!"

That voice; it…it was gravellier than she remembered. But she would know that voice anywhere.

"It was you!"

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It wasn't like Shego had never piloted a jet pack before. God knew that she'd been on the receiving end of Kimmie's in their youth. But this…this was just plain AWESOME! This was a rush even by her standards. While Kimmie's original pack had been collapsible, designed to fit into her backpack, the Lockheed Martin Archangel was a fixed wing harness with controls so effortless that it almost felt like they were controlled telepathically. It almost reminded her of that zero-turn mower Wade had gotten her as a "white elephant" Christmas present. Only Wade would give a lawn mower as a gag gift.

"Sparrow flight," Betty's voice crackled over Shego's headset. "This is Sparrow Leader. We are three minutes out from target. Sparrows Two and Three form up on me and prepare to execute insertion."

This was going to get mighty interesting. Shego, Betty, and Colonel Woo circled up and began circling around each other like an aerial acrobatic troupe. Betty gave the order to ignite the lasers mounted on their packs. Her helmet illuminated any excess noise but Shego blinked as a piercing red beam shot out from between her shoulder blades. They kept up the motion for close to sixty seconds when Betty gave the order to kill the lasers and for Sparrow flight to prepare for a hostile welcome.

Shego could see in her HUD the hole they'd drilled, twenty feet across. She had only a minute but she let go of one of the controls and charged a plasma ball. This particular ability always required a good deal of concentration. She loosed the plasma in a long beam instead of a ball. The beam flew true and the explosion subsided just as the first of them made the insertion.

Shego killed the thrusters and landed with a thump, roughly keeping her feet but…she'd feel that collision with the chopper in the morning! Those in the hanger were taken by surprise, most of them taken clean off their feet, but that wouldn't last. The harness clattered to the ground and Shego immediately leapt into a fighting stance. One of the hanger techs staggered to his feet and was quickly put back down with a swift kick to the head.

"I think you'll be more comfortable on the ground," Shego barked, throwing off her helmet.

"We've got five minutes," Betty shouted. "Shego, take your squad and get those doors open. The rest of you, secure the hanger."

"Beta Squad follow me," Shego called out as she took off for the higher levels.

It would be tight but she could do it. Shego had hacked systems under far worse conditions a lot quicker. By the look of the windows, the lasers had cut clean into the command center. If her team could be quick, they could take out what forces remained before they could bring up the base encryptions. Igniting her hands in plasma, she took off up the stairs, her ten-person team hot on her heels.

"Flash grenades on my mark," Shego stopped just short of the top. "Three…two…one!"

…CRASH…

…BOOM…

…BANG…

Stepping into the control room, there were only stunned bodies. The squad took care of them, allowing Shego to make a bee line for the central console. And they HAND'T got the encryption up. Not to steal Ron's line but BOOYAH! Entering a few quick keystrokes, the massive hanger doors began to retract, leaving a wide open path for their reinforcements.

Kim; now that her initial part of the mission was over, Shego's thoughts focused like the laser beam that had too recently carved through the armored doors on the well-being of her wife. She had to leave Kim behind once and she would NOT do that again. Pulling five of her team, she returned to the landing floor and faced the door.

Now…what did Kimmie say; something about an armory directly at the end of this hall? Two of her commandos heaved the main doors open and sure enough, two guards were standing in front of a locked and sealed room. Without missing a beat, two three-round bursts rang past and the guards fell to the ground. Looking around at her surroundings…yes, her plasma likely wouldn't be the weapon of choice in such closed quarters. Running up and swiped one of the fallen guards' keycards through the reader. The door slid open, revealing a wide array of weapons of all sizes and classes.

"Everybody grab an extra weapon," Looking around through the vast selection, Shego settled on a Kel-Tec KSG Shotgun and a bandoleer of 12-guage slugs. "There's a few comrades one level down who could do with a few presents."

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"You think you can fucking STOP me? She's my sister!"

He'd been up for hours…he'd…he'd only planned on sleeping for a short while…a little catnap before the escape. But Kim…it HAD to be then that they would come for her! The battle erupting outside had been enough to jar him out of his sleep, even buried deep within the mountain. And Kim was gone and in her place was Anya Reznov, holding the fletchet pistol Shego had left for them. He couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"James, her best hope of succeeding is if we can keep you out of Agent Epsilon's hands" Anya barked, fixing Jim with a steely glare. "As long as she's alone…all Agent Epsilon needs to do is torture you in front of her and she'll crack like an egg. Listen to that," The walls continued to shake from the explosions outside. "Our job is to get you to THEM!"

Jim…damn it; Jim couldn't argue with that. Every movie he'd ever seen, every book he'd ever read that involved situations like this…he…he was a potential crack in his sister's armor. But…ARGH! He couldn't leave her…

"SVYNYA ARE COMING IN!" Sasha shouted.

Before any of them could react, two guards were at their cell. The pair of them…was that confusion? It looked like the simple act of discovering one prisoner in another's cell was like a club to the head, the only thing to jar them out of their stupor was another impact tremor. The barrier was deactivated and one of the guards grabbed Jim by the scruff of the neck and hammered him against the wall. He barked something in Russian and hammered the butt of his rifle into Jim's back. The guard repeated his order and…

…BANG…BANG…

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…SMACK…

"This is you beaten Possible. This is me beating you once and for all! And I make a solemn vow that this is only the beginning!"

Kim spit out the blood from the last blow, never taking her gaze off the woman, never showing an ounce of pain. Damn the consequences. All these years since that day, she'd barely even thought of her. And then, out of the blue, Kim was once again in her clutches…if you could call it that.

"Ha…you haven't changed a bit," Kim growled. "Keeping your cheerleading uniform in that case like some sort of trophy…that's got to be the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. Bonnie Rockwaller, if you really consider THAT to be the defining…"

"SHUT UP!"

Kim got another back hand to the face.

"You always were easy to taunt," Kim spat out a few more crops of blood. "I could name a few Ancient Greeks who had the same problem. I mean we've all moved on and you hopelessly cling to…"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" She barked. But instead of once again giving Kim the back of her hand, she marched over to the wall and unsheathed a katana. Kim could see that…well…it was indeed quite sharp. "You sent me to Hell!"

"Are you kidding me? You nearly killed me and were going to…"

"I was a QUEEN, a Goddess to my people!"

Was…was she SERIOUS? She thought she was a fucking QUEEN? This crazy bitch made Drakken…hell, even Sheldon Director himself look downright humble. "Oh for Heaven's SAKE; if THIS is going to be your monologue, please show me mercy and just kill me NOW!"

"But in that Hell, Possible," She continued on, running a thumb down the smooth metal of the blade oblivious to Kim's retort. "I learned. I learned from people whose hatred of you was matched by my one. I learned to fight, swordsmanship, strategy, anything I could that might one day help me make you suffer. And word of me began to spread…"

"Funny because I really hadn't thought of you until just now so…obviously didn't spread very far…"

The pair was interrupted by a great rumble then the room shook. Oh…oh that sound was sweet MUSIC to her ears. That was most definitely a mortar shell impacting into the mountain. It had begun! In the blink of an eye, the impacts became MUCH more frequent.

Without warning, an officer burst into the office in a panic. "Ma'am, we…we're under attack. Thirty helicopters just landed and their troops are attacking as we speak. Radar is tracking several squadrons of enemy fighters and…"

"What do you do with flies, underling?" Bonnie barked.

"The situation is worse than that ma'am. A small force has penetrated the hanger. They've managed to disable all…"

Was that…music?

I'm waking up to ash and dust.

I wipe my brow and sweat my rust.

I'm breathing…the chemicals.

It was a little faint to start out but grew louder; that…that was "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons, the first on Kim's workout list. Shego…no…she…she couldn't?

I'm breaking in, shaping, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it…the Apocalypse

Oh YES she could! Even in Kim's current predicament, she couldn't help but laugh. Shego was here, in the building! And her little minx of a wife was actually giving her a FIGHT SONG!

"Sort it out," Bonnie hissed. She turned a finger on the guards holding Kim in place. "You two, go silence that noise."

This was it! Kim had waited long enough. Cuffing her hands behind her back in a seated position? That was too good an opportunity that was simply too good to pass up. How many times had Nana told her? Never cuff someone in a seated position with their hands behind their back. It makes it impossible to see the hands. Even now, she could hear Nana's words of warning. Kim's deft fingers went to work on the steel handcuffs, the only remaining obstacle to her opening up some SERIOUS whoop-ass! Now that she thought about it, what was with the cuffs? With all the tech and resources at WEEs disposal, you'd have expected Sheldon to spring for something a bit more advanced. But he, why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Bonnie walked up and snapped a cut on Kim's cheek, drawing her sidearm with her free hand. "I will take you piece by piece," Okay…Kim wasn't ashamed to admit that the second slice to Kim's left arm hurt a little. "Until the only thing left for that freak to find is your mangled corpse. You…you took everything from me! I…was going to be rich…and powerful…and loved by all…and the Mighty Kim Possible…ruined…my…life! I…I'm going to make…you…make you…PAY!"

Okay, Kim had just about gotten the cuffs off but she needed an opening to make a grab for the gun. And by the sounds of Bonnie's talk, it had to be fast. Her already fragile grip on reality was starting to slip even further. Kim hadn't quite worked out her course of action when and if she could get the gun. It was a slim hope but…Kim had to at least TRY to reason with her, if only to buy time. "Bonnie, this has to stop. Global Justice is here in force and when they take the base, they will kill…"

"You just don't understand, do you Possible," Bonnie growled. "I don't care what happens to me. This…ALL of this," She gestured around the room, meaning the whole base, "This was just to get me into position. I had PLANNED on your pain being far greater, bearing witness as I stripped your brother of his flesh, witnessing helplessly as my men had their fun with that mongrel freak you brought into this world, and that wasn't even mentioning her siblings."

Kim's hands doubled their efforts. Her…her heart was like ice. Over the years, in her heart of hearts, she felt like she could one day forgive Bonnie for everything that had happened that day in high school. She always believed and taught her children that forgiveness was the most powerful tool that they could possess and the greatest gift that they could give. But all of that disappeared with Bonnie's words. Damn an opening; the minute Kim got the cuffs off…

"But in the end, I'll gladly settle for.."

…click…

…BOOM…

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Blood and grey matter splattered the walls and sizzled on the barriers as Shego chambered another round and lowered her shotgun to her side. Had she been a fraction of a second slower in coming in…but she wasn't.

"Thank you for using Team Possible and Global Justice Rescues," Shego laughed as she swaggered in. "We know you have no choice in the matter but we appreciate your business nonetheless."

One or two of the prisoners Shego had managed to save staggered to her feet and Shego quickly recognized Anya Reznov. The barriers were deactivated and Shego was nearly knocked off her feet by Sasha running to his sister's side. Those two really did make one Hell of a team…and they'd do anything for each other.

Satisfied that there were no other guards, Shego left the remainder of the prisoners to her troops and ran towards Kimmie and Jim's cell. That had been where the guards had been roughing up Anya and…and Shego found only Jim climbing out from under the body of one of the guards Shego had shot. Her protective instincts went into overdrive and she began checking her brother-in-law for wounds.

"Jim? Jim…are you okay? Tell me where you're hit."

Jim had been stunned to say the least. But once getting over the initial shock of seeing his sister-in-law ride to the rescue, he'd at least been able to say that the blood was entirely that of his captors. Kim had been taken a short time ago, no way of telling for sure, to the Base Commander's office.

"Wade, I need a location on Kimmie ASAP," Shego keyed up a call to Wade and turned towards the door.

"No problem; I've got her biometric ID up now. She's three levels up and directly across from your current location," Wade's steady voice was actually rather calming. "I'm reading an elevated heartbeat, high levels of adrenaline…whatever's going on in there, Kim's fighting hard."

THAT'S my girl, Shego thought with pride. She didn't expect anything less from her warrior goddess. Don't worry Princess; help is on the way.

Only…going across three levels littered with guards wasn't exactly going to be easy…or quick. She needed…something…to boost Kimmie's morale, give the fiery redheaded spirit a second wind. Then…she thought of it. "Wade, are you tapped into the base system?"

"Are you kidding? I thought your faith in my abilities was better than that," Wade scoffed. "I own the place. What are you thinking?"

"I'm heading to Kimmie now. Can you bring up the base PA system?"

"Done," Wade replied barely six seconds later. "What am I broadcasting?"

"I've got a fun idea. Get into my music and start broadcasting the playlist 'Kimmie's Workout Jams' over the intercoms," Shego couldn't hold back her Cheshire cat grin any longer. "Loop it so that it keeps playing over and over."

True to her request, Imagine Dragons began blaring over the speakers outside in the hall. That song never sounded so good to Shego's ears…and it usually sounded pretty good under normal circumstances. She could almost picture it right now; Kimmie, looking like she'd just crawled to Hell and back on her belly and yet, as only her Kimmie could, still looking breathtakingly beautiful. She'd be standing over this mysterious Agent Epsilon with a sword blade only millimeters from her throat. Oh to Hell with it; this was HER fantasy! Kimmie would be holding a LIGHTSABER! And when Shego burst in, Kimmie would have this kick ass one-liner ready like "You have failed Agent Epsilon. I am a Jedi…like my wife beside me". Okay…not exactly original but Shego WAS in the middle of a warzone.

"What's the plan Shego?" Jim piped up.

"Well YOUR plan is to go with the rest of these guys and rendezvous with the Director and DON'T look at me like that Jim," Shego barked, reading the objection developing on Jim's face before he could say anything. "You're not a fighter Jim. Go with them and so help me, if you try anything like you did at Auckland, I will slug you so hard that they can just drag you back…and you know I'll do it too," She took Jim by the shoulders and looked him square in the face. "I swear to you that I'll get Kim back."

Jim looked as if he wanted to argue further but was scrambling for something valid to present. Anya must've been able to do some fast talking just to keep him in the cell in the first place. In the end, Jim elected to see reason and left with the rest.

"Hold up Anya," Shego put a hand on her Ukrainian friend's shoulder. "You're with me. Grab all the ammunition you can carry and lets go get my wife back."

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…click…

…BOOM…

The drone couldn't have been more than fifteen yards away but it had been enough. While the debris impacted safely above the bay windows of Bonnie's office, the pulse of the explosion had been more than enough to shatter the windows and hurl Kim and Bonnie to the floor only moments after Kim had managed to trip the catch on the cuffs. Like an ESPN play-by-play, Kim could see the sidearm fall from Bonnie's grasp and slide across the floor. Now was her chance to end this. Kim shot across the glass strewn floor, avoiding any serious cuts, and quickly felt the cold textured grip as her fingers closed around the handle. She scrambled to her feet and leveled the barrel as Bonnie looked her in the face. And in those eyes, Kim could see everything. Where in her younger days she would've seen dismissiveness, Kim now saw a total lack of compassion that could only have been psychopathy. Where she once would've seen arrogance, Kim now saw a white hot rage that she'd only seen in her most dangerous foes. What she now saw was a monster. And with a simple squeeze of her finger…she could put an end to it.

"I've never committed a cold blooded murder in my life," Kim hissed, keeping a death grip on the pistol. This monster would've thrown Kim's daughter to the hands that would've raped her baby girl, taken away her innocence in the most violent and despicable way. She…she would've skinned her younger brother alive before her eyes, leaving her beloved sister-in-law a widow and their unborn child to grow up without a father. She could end it…right now! She could end it. The bullet would sail through the air and blow apart this wretched creature's skull and…and she'd have sunken to her level! Kim HADN'T committed a cold blooded murder in her life and that simple fact had been what kept her above the creature before her. She would NOT let Bonnie walk out of here alive…but nor would Kim sully herself by pulling the trigger. "And I don't intend to." Keeping the barrel trained on her foe, Kim marched over to the far wall and unsheathed the matching katana to the one lying between Kim and Bonnie. With a firm grip on the handle, Kim chucked the gun out the shattered window into the failing light. "I'm better than you Bonnie Rockwaller. I've never killed anyone in cold blood in my life and I won't now," Kim kicked the blade to her opponent and took a battle stance. "Let's dance, you and I."

And the perfect song had just come over the speaker!

Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done

Rejection, depression, can't get what you want

You ask me how I make my way

You ask me everywhere and why

But the truth sounds like a lie

Bonnie snatched up the offered blade and eyed Kim with her half mad gaze, stepping into a fighting stance of her own. Like two wolves, the pair began circling, gauging the other's strengths and weaknesses. But no matter what the physical advantages or limitations, the redheaded wolf knew that she fought to defend her pack, to defend her pups, and to defend her mate. And that was all the advantage that Kim needed.

"You're going to die Kim Possible," Bonnie growled, throwing a light testing strike.

Live to win, till you die, till the light dies in your eyes

Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall

"We all do some time," Kim replied, easily countering it. "But if it meant making my loved ones safe. I'd gladly give my life for it." Kim slit out of the counter smoothly and delivered a strike of her own, narrowly missing Bonnie's right shoulder. "You see, they're my whole world." The moves were coming faster now. "I wake up every morning in my loving wife's embrace and I wake up my four beautiful children." That had been a surprise for her opponent, one that Kim had managed to capitalize on, scoring a hit on Bonnie's upper thigh, only making Bonnie angrier.

Day by day, kickin all the way, I'm not caving in

Let another round begin, Live to Win

Both faltered a little when they both heard gunfire coming from outside Bonnie's office and if Kim had been a hair faster, she'd have avoided the sweeping blow to her hip. Her reaction time was enough to make it minor but…ouch. That still hurt. The doors burst open and…SHEGO! Like an answer to her prayers, her wife and Anya burst in with guns leveled and…no. No; they needed to lower their guns. A rabid animal had to be put down but…Bonnie didn't deserve the swift mercy of a bullet.

"You've got exactly one second to…ROCKWALLER?!"

"Shego, listen to me very carefully," Kim breathed, not for the second time refusing to take her eyes off her opponent. "I want you and Anya to lower your guns."

"Kim, are you insane? I…"

"Do it!" Kim barked. "I won't give her the satisfaction." Bonnie had more guts than Kim gave her credit for. Kim snapped her sword into position, parrying the blow and using the momentum to deliver a sound round hose right to Bonnie's jaw. Kim had no way of knowing if her words had been obeyed but Shego's next words were a second wind. "No…matter how this ends…you die here tonight Rockwaller!"

The solid blow had been enough for Kim go on the offensive. Her sword was a flurry of steel, delivering a typhoon of blows. "All you have is your hate Bonnie. Me, I will go back to Middleton," Kim feinted to the left and took out another slice of Bonnie's shoulder. "I'll return to my home and kiss my children goodnight." Bonnie was slowing down now; Kim could feel it. Kim knocked her opponent's blade away and fired a volley of punches to Bonnie's torso. "I will lay my head on my pillow, after telling my wife that she's the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and in that moment," Kim brought her knee up and rammed it into Bonnie's ribs. That had been it! Bonnie's sword arm had sailed out, leaving a mile wide opening. Kim brought her sword up and rammed it forward. With a sickening crunch, the sharpened blade sunk into Bonnie Rockwaller's chest and Kim felt it sink into the wall behind. "I will ask God to forgive you and grant you peace!"

All too soon, Kim felt the exhaustion, the bruises and cuts, and that damned cracked rib that'd she'd been suppressing. The exertion of merely remaining standing proved to be too much for her body and Kim felt herself collapse onto her knees. She'd…she'd expected a hard fall to the glass strewn floor but…she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her.

"I've got you Kimmie," Shego breathed, holding her wife close. "I've got you and I'll never let you go."

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Shego and Anya had made minced meat of anyone who dared come their way. Wade's guidance had allowed them to bypass most of the troops and within minutes, were bursting through the doors into the anteroom of Epsilon's office.

…BANG…

…BANGBANGBANG…

The room had been a shooting gallery. Shego wouldn't be stopped when she was this close, when her dearest wife was in the next room. Stepping over the bodies, Shego kicked the door open…and had her world rocked when she came face to face with none other than Kim's oldest nemesis, Bonnie Rockwaller, locked in a duel with Kim herself! Shego really shouldn't have been surprised when Kim ordered them to lower their guns. Despite her extreme objections, Shego could see the fire in her wife's eyes, fire that was a comfort when turned to good and an unrelenting fury when turned to danger. Shego watched as her wife loosed the fury upon her opponent, Shego never taking her finger off the trigger of her shotgun. And then she saw the fatal blow, pinning Rockwaller to the wall.

Kim turned to Shego…and like a bolt of lightning, Shego was there to catch her wife's falling body.

"I've got you Kimmie. I've got you…and I'll never let you go."

"Eme…huff…I…huff…I'm so…glad…to…huff… see you."

"It's going to be okay Princess…"

It quickly became apparent that there was a deep peal of laughter echoing through the remains of the office. Shego turned to see Rockwaller, the bitch's hands grasping the hilt of the katana pinning her to the wall. How…how was she…still…alive?

"You…cough…can't kill me!"

With a sickening crunch, Bonnie ripped the blade free and stood on her own two feet. She heaved the sword upwards and leapt at Kim and Shego…

…BANGBANGBANG…

Shego turned to see Anya, the AK-79 leveled and a thin whisp of smoke rising from the barrel. Anya…Anya had just…

"Kilo Papa…has been recovered," Shego breathed into her headset. "I…say again. Kilo Papa has been recovered."

Author's Notes:

Man, this one really took a while to end. In my mind's eye, the Archangel was the glider used by David Mason in the last level of Call of Duty: Black Ops II. I really hope you like the final interplay between Kim and Bonnie. I went through a lot of drafts before I found one I thought worked well.

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