Kim Possible: Bad Blood

New York Battle Royale

The four unlikely allies had already entered the old lair, Drakken seeming to be the only one interested. The four walked through looking for Ron's beautiful redhead, with Shego lighting the way with her glowing green hands. "Ah, the memories we used to have here, Shego." Drakken reminisced as he smiled.

"Whatever floats your boat. Now you've let it turn into a real fixer-upper." Shego said blankly as usual, leading them further into the lair. Sure she remembered how to get around in this place, but even for her it was too dark to see anything. Everything the four saw, was outlined in bright green from Shego's illuminated hand.

"Yeah, like paying the electric bill for one." Ron sassed. Out of the whole group, he was the most nervous of them all. Not only being the squeamish teenager he is, but also the fact he's about to face someone who probably hates him more than anybody in this planet. After all, he was the one responsible for its demise.

"It's called a light switch." A German voice was then heard echoing through the lair. Dr. Director quickly whipped out her handgun, and held it in front of her as she heard the voice. Within seconds, all the lights then flicked on. Each of their eyes turned to see three unlikely people standing together.

Duff Killigan.
Professor Dementor.
Monkey Fist.

All standing together, smirking with satisfaction.

"Hands up, all of you. You're under arrest for conspiracy, and the terrorist attack on Yamanouchi Ninja School." Dr. Director then shouted, as she pointed her sidearm at the three Rogues. "We just spent eh week in hiding and blew up eh school, and ye think we be afraid of a little pistol?" Killigan laughed.

"Last chance." She said sternly, not even flinching a muscle.

"Nonsense! I am Professor Dementor! I surrender to no one!" The goofy german yelled, as he raise his fists in the air. Without hesitation, Dr. Director fired a bullet directly into his shoulder. He yelled in pain, as he dropped down to the ground and grabbed his shoulder with comical agony.

"The next one will be your head! Now all of you—to your knees and place your hands where I can see them!" She finally yelled. Her action shocked even Shego, seeing as one of her on again off again allies get shot in the shoulder.

"And why weren't we invited to your little hate club? Honestly! That's so insulting!" Drakken whined at the fact that he and Shego weren't asked to join their group. "Ugh, again with this." Shego rolled her eyes as she stood fight ready.

"Guns. How primitive." Monkey Fist rolled his eyes, as he unfolded his arms. Without any hesitation, he charged at the quartet. "Ahh! Shego!" Drakken yelled like a little girl, and dove out of the way, along with Dr. Director and Ron. Monkey Fist attempted to land with a fist pound on Shego, who stood in front of the other three. She blocked his slamming hands with her forearms, and ignited her fists in green plasma.

"Yes! That'a girl! Now kick his ass!" Drakken cheered, as he laid on the ground where he dove out of the way of harm. She and the simian fighter both held their stance, forcing their pressure on once another. Both staring into each other's eyes with determination, and annoyance. "Release, Shego. Do you really hope to stand a chance against me?" He grinned, as he put more pressure on the woman.

"I don't hope... I know." She said back with an angry frown, then front kicked him in the chest. He flew back several feet, with Shego looking back. "Go find the rotten little Princess. I'll hold off finger-feet over here." She gritted her teeth, then turned back to face her enemy who was already back on his feet.

Ron nodded, then scrambled back to his feet. He then looked briefly behind him as he faced the door to see what the others were doing, then continued to run off. As he began to petal off, he heard a loud sound echoing through the structure. It sounded like... pained screaming. Female pained screaming. And he knew that voice better than anyone. "KP!" He yelled fearfully, then started sprinting as hard as he could.