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.

Note: Here is the start of the fourth story arc in the TSOD Universe. If you have not already, please go enjoy (in this order) The Specter of Death, Robots & Redemption, and Wedding Elements. The Shadow of Infinity will be an epic story arc, similar in scope to The Specter of Death, meaning that it will encompass nearly as many chapters. Please enjoy.

KIM POSSIBLE: TSOD – THE SHADOW OF INFINITY, CHAPTER ONE

The man bolted hysterically through the crumbling ruins. One would have been forgiven for thinking of it as running, but it was much more of a leaping gait. He used both hands and feet for locomotion, using outcroppings and standing stones to propel him forward at a greater than human speed. Alongside of him, several smaller, more simian creatures leapt and sprang. The man's heavy breath, along with the monkeys' hysterical chittering, made the situation painfully clear.

They were all quite panicked.

And whatever was panicking them was right behind them.

Quickly enough, the man and his entourage reached the limit of their flight. They stopped at the edge of a battlement, overlooking a deep ravine several hundred stories deep. Fog-like mists concealed the bottom below.

The man grit his teeth. Here he was, Lord Montgomery Fiske, the dreaded Monkey Fist, rightful heir to the Mystical Monkey Power and now holder of the Gift of the Monkey Messiah, trapped—cornered like some feral animal to be put down. The worst part of the situation was that Monkey Fist could not die. After having drank from the Chalice of the Monkey Messiah, Monkey Fist was effectively immortal.

What Monkey Fist feared was worse than death.

Before Monkey Fist could think further on his situation, a slight breeze and a swishing sound announced his worst fears. Almost instantly, all of his monkey minions found themselves smashed painfully into nearby walls. It was as if an entity moving faster than the human eye could see was striking all of the monkey ninjas one at a time, but all of them within the span of a single second.

Just as Monkey Fist turned around, the entity responsible for the attack zipped into a standing position in front of the master villain. A broad-shouldered, green-skinned male humanoid standing almost ten feet tall, the entity grinned down at Monkey Fist.

"Boo!" the entity breathed mirthfully.

The entity then zipped away, just as a screeching sound tore down the hallway behind it. A blast of force, piercing the ears like a primal scream, struck Monkey Fist. It lifted Monkey Fist up and sent him hurdling down towards the mist-filled ravine below.

As Monkey Fist fell screaming down along the ruined castle walls, another entity, similar to the first, appeared below him. This entity flew up and caught Monkey Fist. The entity then flew up to greet its two brethren, who awaited it upon the battlement.

"Good work, Warpaff, Warkrii," the entity holding Monkey Fist spoke. "Thanks to your competence and my strategy, we have succeeded in securing our quarry."

The first entity, the one that had eliminated the monkey ninjas, smiled. "It was our pleasure, Warhedd," Warpaff spoke. "All in the glory of our Master."

"Indeed," agreed Warkrii, the remaining entity. "All in the glory of our Master."

"I must say, you all look like strapping young warriors," Monkey Fist laughed nervously. "Quite capable of holding your own in battle. Pray tell what need warriors such as yourselves would have for one as pitiable as myself?"

Warhedd lifted Monkey Fist up and turned him around so that the master villain was face to face with the entity. Warhedd grinned maliciously.

"Is it not obvious, Lord Fiske?" Warhedd spoke with a low, gutteral baritone that sent shivers down Monkey Fist's spine. "We need you for your blood."

Monkey Fist's eyes went wide when he realized what that meant.

Off in the distance, birds took to a startled flight from the treetops as a primal scream ripped across the landscape.

Kim Possible tumbled into the chamber and stopped in a half-knelt position. She wore a skin-hugging battle suit of white with blue trim, with an open-faced, short sleeve jacket, thick gloves, thick boots, and a utility belt. Her beautiful red hair, cascading to just past her shoulders, fluttered into position after the roll she had just committed. Her olive green eyes fixated on her target and a predatory grin crept across her soft, red lips.

"Give it up, Señora Senior Jr.!" Kim spoke, the confidence of ten years of globetrotting, world-saving adventures shining through in her voice. "I know about your scheme to fill the United Nations Security Council chambers with laughing gas in order to blackmail the countries of the world to submit to Senior rule. I'm here to stop you."

Bonnie Rockwaller—no, more properly, Bonnie Senior nee Rockwaller or Señora Senior Jr.—turned around with a vicious smirk planted on her beautiful face. Her tanned skin contrasted well with the immaculately white gown she wore. Her own dark auburn hair cascaded past her shoulders but was permed as if by the most experienced hair stylist in Europe. She exuded an air of confidence that would have surely cowed a lesser person. But not Kim Possible.

"My dear Kimberly," the femme fatale laughed, showing well the six years of training under Señor Senior Sr. had afforded her in her demeanor and her villainous laugh. "Pray tell... with what army you intend to stop me?"

As Bonnie spoke, Kim glanced around her. Not surprisingly, she found herself surrounded by four BeBe robots.

"Face it, Kim, I've won this time," Bonnie gloated, slipping slightly into her more familiar mode of speech from when Kim and Bonnie had been bitter social rivals in high school. "I am still the Queen of the BeBes. You have four BeBes surrounding you, the floor underneath you is rigged to collapse if I so much as twitch my left hand, there is nothing above you that you can reach to grab onto even with your battlesuit's enhanced strength, and the laughing gas generator is at the other end of the lair. So, tell me, how will Little Miss Anything Is Possible get out of this one?"

Kim grinned. "By distracting you while Shego and Drakken dismantle the device."

Bonnie's eyes grew wide. "What? That's impossible! Our surveillance only found you!"

Kim kept her grin strong, even though she was quietly gauging each of the BeBe robots surrounding her. "Doy! World's greatest thief and her former mad scientist employer. Do the math."

Bonnie gritted her teeth and turned to a control panel next to her. Punching a button, she spat, "Rickie, darling! Report!"

The monitor screen in front of Bonnie flickered to life. Señor Senior Jr.'s face filled the screen. The buff, olive-skinned man's face was in a sheer state of panic.

"Bonnie, my love! I have been overpow...OW!"

A flaming green fist cococked Junior across the chin, causing the man to crumple down beyond view of the screen. Shego stepped into view in Junior's stead. The green-skinned beauty wore a battle suit similar to Kim's, except that it was black with green trim.

"Oh, shut it, Pretty Boy!" Shego snarled. She then turned to the monitor and glared at Bonnie through it. "Oh, hey, Bon-Bon! Thanks for the anniversary gift last month. Kimmie and I have put a lot of mileage on it. Works fantastic. Oh, and your little device here is dismantled. You're welcome."

"It was an insult to mad science and villainy everywhere!" Drakken's voice came from somewhere beyond the scope of the monitor screen. "One bolt and it fell apart! No wonder that damned naked mole rat could always dismantle my doomsday devices!"

Bonnie gasped as a thought crossed her mind. "Wait! Rufus! He's usually here with you! Where is he?"

Kim grinned viciously as she stood up into a fully upright position. As she did so, a squeaky voice screamed out "BOOYAH!" Suddenly, one of the BeBe robots flew across the room and smashed into the far wall, crumpling into pieces.

Two other BeBe robots turned towards where their comrade had once stood. In her stead, a small naked mole rat stood. But this was no ordinary naked mole rat. He glowed a pale blue color. And he cackled softly as the two BeBe robots approached him.

Kim's grin darkened as she considered the archvillain before her. "Only one factor left, Bon-Bon."

"Indeed," Bonnie agreed, flicking her left hand slightly.

The floor beneath Kim collapsed. Kim had been expecting it, though. Her speed boots were already active. In the time it had taken Bonnie to flick her wrist, Kim had already ran to the edge of the trap, stepping nimbly onto the solid edge of the floor just as the trap opened up behind her. That placed her right in front of Bonnie.

Bonnie, however, was equally prepared. A perfume bottle was quickly in the femme fatale's hand. Bonnie released a spritz of perfume into Kim's face just as the hero lunged for her. Kim, caught off guard, stumbled slightly. The moment's reprieve was all Bonnie needed to scramble away from the fight.

"Please enjoy the effects of Eau de Senior, Kim!" Bonnie laughed as she ran for an escape hatch. "You should be feeling quite drunk for several moments. Just long enough for me to escape."

Kim attempted to sprint forward to catch up with Bonnie. But she discovered, much to her chagrin, that she was indeed as drunk as Bonnie claimed she would be. Kim tripped over her own drunken feet and tumbled to the ground.

As Kim fell to her knees, the final BeBe robot sprinted past Kim. Kim felt a pin prick as the robot sped past her, but the hero thought little of it as she finished her descent to the floor.

Bonnie watched the BeBe robot speed out of the room towards the other end of the lair. "Weird. It wasn't supposed to do that. Oh, well." Bonnie then shrugged and stepped through the escape hatch.

Rufus, having quickly dispatched his two opponents with his Mystical Monkey Powers, scampered up to Kim. "Okay?" Rufus asked, concern clear on his voice.

"Yeah," Kim replied groggily. "I'm okay. Just... tipsy. Need to... get up... and get Bonnie."

Rufus nodded slightly and held out his paws. The pale blue energy of the Mystical Monkey Power coursed over his body, then spread out to envelope Kim as well. Kim blinked, suddenly finding her mind clear again. She stood up and smiled down at the little rodent.

"I keep forgetting you've learned so many neat tricks with that power," Kim smiled. "That it's a form of ki energy that can be used for more things than just superstrength. Thanks, Rufus. Now, let's go get Bonnie!"

"You betcha!" Rufus agreed, springing up onto Kim's shoulders.

As Kim turned to head for the escape hatch, a vicious siren sounded off throughout the lair.

"SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN INITIATED. FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL DESTRUCTION."

Shego and Drakken ran into the room from the direction that the final BeBe robot had fled. Drakken, unlike Kim and Shego, was merely dressed in his dark blue double-breasted coat with black boots and gloves.

"Guess what Drewbie found?" Shego chuckled sardonically. She had the unconscious body of Junior flung over her shoulder.

"Of course I found the self-destruct button," Drakken gloated. "I used to design these things back in the day. If that buffoon of a sidekick could always find my self-destruct buttons, I can most certainly find them on other villians' devices."

Kim shook her head bemusedly. The man who was effectively her father-in-law still could not remember Ron Stoppable's name, even five years after his death. She then considered Shego curiously.

"Hey, babe?" Kim asked. "Did you pass a BeBe on the way in here?"

"You mean besides the six or so that was supposed to be protecting Junior?" Shego asked for clarification. "Yeah, one ran right past Doc and I. Just kept running, didn't pay us any mind."

Kim's brow furrowed. "You sure? It pricked me with something before it ran off."

"Come to think of it," Shego reconsidered, pausing momentarily, "yeah, it pricked me with something, too."

"It didn't prick me with anything," Drakken said in a sulking tone. "Which is rather insulting, considering that I am their creator."

"So it only pricked Shego and I?" Kim pondered. "Did it prick you, Rufus?"

"Nuh-uh!" Rufus replied, shaking his head to the negative.

"Let's ponder this later, Princess," Shego said, shifting Junior on her shoulder. "We've got ten minutes until this place blows."

"Right," Kim nodded, turning around and leaping over the pit that should have been her doom.

Shego leapt across the pit after Kim, holding both Junior and Drakken as she did so. The heroes then ran through the hole through which Kim had originally tumbled. Just outside was open air. They were in a blimp floating over the United Nations' General Assembly building in New York City. The feeding tube that had previously tethered the blimp to the building was now flaying harmlessly in the wind down the side of the building.

Kim held up her left wrist, turning on the Kimmunicator unit built into the glove. "Felix! You there?"

The image of Felix Renton, Team Possible's engineer and pilot, flickered onto the small holographic screen that floated just above Kim's glove. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was wearing a suit similar to Kim and Shego's, only his was dark navy blue with stark white trim. "Yeah, I'm here, Kim. What's the sitch?"

"The Senior's blimp is set to blow in less than five," Kim reported. "We could use a pickup."

"Good thing my wife and I are in the neighborhood, then," Felix joked.

Team Possible's large supersonic transport jet, the Firebird, floated up from underneath the blimp, It rose up to just above the hole within which Kim, Shego, and Drakken were standing. A loading ramp on the underbelly of the Firebird lowered, revealing an attractive Hispanic woman dressed in a battle suit similar to Kim and Shego's, only it was golden yellow with dark orange trim.

"Hola, chicas y chicos," Zita Renton, Team Possible's local mission ops and mounted weapons specialist grinned. "Care for a lift?"

Kim smirked. "We would be delighted, Mrs. Renton."

"Mrs. Renton is my mother-in-law," Zita joked. "Now get your culos up in this pájaro so we can fly."

Kim, holding Drakken, and Shego, holding Junior, leapt into the Firebird. The Firebird then flew off, just as the blimp exploded into a violent ball of flame.

Drakken stood by a viewport, watching the explosion. He then turned to looked at Kim and Shego. Kim was dusting herself off while Shego was placing Junior into a comfortable position in one of the Firebird's passenger seats.

"Well, that was exciting!" Drakken smiled. "Tell me, Possible. Is this feeling the same feeling you and the sidekick had every time you busted into one of my lairs and defeated Shego and I?"

Kim and Shego considered each other momentarily before they both looked at Drakken and spoke simultaneously. "Not even close."

The two women then busted up laughing, leaving a thoroughly confused Drakken to ponder what was so funny.

"Omarion! Marquita!" Monique yelled, strolling down the hallway of Team Possible's headquarters an hour's drive north of Vancouver, British Columbia. "Where are you two little rugrats? It was nap time half an hour ago!"

Monique, an attractive African-American woman, was dressed in a red, form-fitting mini-dress rather than her battle suit—which was just like Kim and Shego's except that it was crimson-red with gold trim. She had opted to stay behind to watch the children... for whom she was now searching the base.

Monique stopped at the doorway of the monitor room—the room where all of the communication equipment and security monitors were kept—and glanced inside. She noticed that the only person within seemed to be Team Possible's webmaster, gadget designer, and financier, Wade Load. But with Monique's son and Zita's daughter—both about three years in age—in question, that didn't mean anything.

Wade, now 21, had grown up surprisingly attractive. While he was still large-boned and slightly overweight, he wore that weight well. He stood just under six feet in height and looked more like a popular rap star than anything else—if said rap star wore comic book geek t-shirts and jeans rather than sports wear and bling-bling.

"Wade, have you seen the TT's?" Monique asked, stepping into the room.

Wade chuckled softly at Monique's nickname for the children—the Terrible Toddlers. "Last I saw Marquita, she was heading to the commissary. I think she hid under the sink. Mari's in the hot spring room, thinking he's slick hiding in the steam mist in there."

"Hide and seek," Monique chuckled and shook her head. "You'd think they'd realize that one of them needs to be the seeker in order to play the game right."

"Give 'em a couple of years," Wade joked. He turned back to the monitor and ran a scan of the base. It wouldn't be the first time Wade had to fish Marquita out of a hiding space because she waited there for Omarion too long and got lonely and scared.

"God, I hope they're smarter than that," Monique sighed more seriously.

"Oh, wait, Marquita's not in the commissary," Wade suddenly corrected himself. "She's... Holy hell, she made it past my security protocols and is up in the hangar level."

"The fuck...?" Monique gasped. She lifted her left arm and activated the old-style wrist Kimmunicator that she was wearing. "Will, Eddie, did you catch that?"

"We've got Marquita, hun," came the voice of Edward, aka Wego 2. "We just found her hiding behind Shego's bike. Six of my copies are keeping her entertained while I'm getting ready to receive the Firebird. She's being feisty as always."

Monique chuckled at that. "Thank you, sweetheart. Hey, Will, baby, Mari's in the hot spring room."

"I've got a couple of my copies on the way, beautiful," came the voice of William, aka Wego 1.

"So Kim and the others are on their way back already?" Monique asked.

"According to Felix, the operation wasn't as strenuous as usual," Wade replied, having opened the channel to all four Team Possible members. "Senior wasn't even there. I guess he was letting Bonnie stretch her wings a little and see how she would do. Apparently, he was really happy with how it turned out, given that it was her first time unsupervised. He's already made arrangements to pay Junior's bail and he intends to council his children on what went wrong. Senior sends his regards, by the way, and asked me to tell you to expect something special for Omarion's birthday later in the year."

"Wow," Monique laughed. "If I didn't know the Seniors better, I wouldn't understand why they bother. I mean, I'm sure that Senior didn't even intend to succeed in gassing the U.N. General Assembly."

"Being rich and bored while listening to Ron babble does weird things to people," Wade agreed. "Senior is in it only for the entertainment and challenge. Bonnie's in it to see if she can finally beat Kim at her own game. Junior's just along for the ride."

"So this time, Kim and Shego finished quickly," Monique smiled. "Good. I could use someone with Shego's intimidation factor to get the TT's to bed."

"Speaking of...," William's voice suddenly added. "I have Mari, lover. Wanna head up topside and meet the others?"

Monique smiled. "That's definitely an idea. I'll meet you guys up there."

Wade took off his headphones and stood up. "Mind if I come with?"

"I never mind, Wade," Monique replied. And it was true. Monique would probably never be romantically attracted to Wade... that was another certain someone's job now... but he was quite the interesting person now that he was grown up. Monique almost regretted blowing off Wade's affections when they were younger. Almost.

That thought led neatly into thoughts of Monique's husbands. Although it would never be legally sanctioned in Canada or the United States (or even much of anywhere else in the world), Monique considered herself to be "married" to both of the Wego twins, William and Edward. To those who knew the happily involved troika, it made perfect sense—Monique was a fashion designer, the Weegs were models and actors; Monique was open-minded and adventurous, the Weegs were mind linked and creative; Monique was bold and freely spoke her mind, the Weegs were easy-going and rolled well with the punches. It didn't hurt that as comet-empowered superheroes, the Weegs (who were only a year younger than Monique) had grown into hot-as-hell young men. And they both made loving fathers.

That thought led to thoughts of Omarion. It was pure coincidence that Monique had become pregnant with Mari at the same time that Zita had become pregnant with Marquita. It had been an interesting ten months, to say the least. One would have thought that Team Possible would have been inconvenienced by the medical leave of two of its six core members (the other four being Kim, Shego, Felix, and Rufus). But the Weegs' main superpower, the ability to duplicate themselves up to a hundred times each, more than made up for the deficiency. It did mean that Felix had to take over as local mission support (Zita's normal job) while the Weegs filled in for Monique and Felix, but the team had adjusted well.

And the result had been well worth the effort. Both Omarion and Marquita had been gorgeous babies, due in part to each of their mixed heritages. And Team Possible was for all intents and purposes an extended family—through the Team Go members, Kim, Shego, Monique, Will, Eddie, Myron (Mego), and Myron's wife Kris were all aunts and uncles to each other's children. Even Felix and Zita, the only couple not linked through Team Go, were still very much family, with as much time as they had all spent together. Now each couple, save for Kim and Shego, had children.

Omarion and Marquita were now each three years old—and ridiculously smart for their age. In fact, it bore very little surprise to Monique that Marquita had slipped past Wade's security measures on the base elevator. Marquita was very much her mother's daughter, after all, and Zita had grown to become a world-class hacker. Zita was smart in her own right, never mind the fact that she had one Wade Load as a teacher. And Marquita... she had both Zita and the incomparably competent engineer and mechanical inventor, Felix Renton, as her parents.

Omarion, for his part, was himself growing to be bold and outspoken. He knew he was right, even when he wasn't. Monique found it both infuriating and adorable at the same time. As the boy's mother, Monique couldn't decide at any given moment if she wanted to snuggle him to death or slap the shit out of him. Thankfully, Omarion's fathers were the Wego twins. Well, technically, according to Wade's tests, Eddie was the father, which made Will an uncle of Mari. But since Monique considered both Will and Eddie to be her "husbands," the two men shared fatherhood responsibilities—between not only themselves, but also between their potential 198 copies.

Monique laughed delightedly at that thought. It was good to be the Wego twin's "wife."

As Monique finished that thought, she found that she and Wade had already gotten onto the elevator from the residential level and were ready to exit onto the hangar level. The base had changed little in the last five years. Sure, the residential level had been expanded (via HenchCo services, due to Shego's continued patronage and good standing) to include two more bedrooms, a nursery, and a playroom, the latter two of which would probably be converted into bedrooms later when the TT's got older. But, otherwise, there was still the simple underground structure of a hangar level over a lab/war room level over a residential level that had been the design of Doctor Drakken before the Lowardian Invasion. It served Team Possible nicely.

The proximity to Vancouver was a blessing, too. Wade's trust fund meant that the team members' salaries were generous. So, during those times when the group needed to spend time away from each other, it was an easy matter for one or two of the couples to rent a hotel room each in Vancouver for the week to destress. This had been necessary more than once, families being what they are. But soon enough, they were all back in the base being best friends again.

Monique and Wade stepped off of the elevator and found that both of the Wego twins had already beat them there. Several copies of both Will and Eddie were busy chasing Mari and Marquita around, laughing and carrying on. Monique smiled at the sight. There was no better feeling than seeing one's family being... well... a family. Monique and Wade stepped up to where Will and Eddie (she assumed these two were the "control units," as Will and Eddie liked to refer to their primary selves) were standing, monitoring the flight control consoles.

"They're ten minutes out," Eddie smiled, turning to Monique.

Monique stepped in and lightly kissed first Will then Eddie on the lips as Wade settled into a seat in front of one of the consoles. Monique then turned to look back at where the copies were playing with the children.

"Hey, you two obnoxious little munchkins ready for the others to get home?" Monique called to the children.

Both Omarion and Marquita stopped and looked back at Monique.

"Mamá! Papá!" Marquita chimed happily.

"Auntie Kim! Auntie Shego!" Omarion added, visibly excited.

"I'll take that for a yes," Monique laughed. "Well, we're going to need you two over here by the monitors so that Auntie Shego can land the Firebird safely."

"Okay," both Omarion and Marquita chimed in unison before they both ran up to Monique and the others.

Monique chuckled and shook her head. The two children were technically unrelated. Yet, they were almost as in tune with each other as Will and Eddie were with each other.

"Hey, Shego, this is Wade," Wade began, speaking into the mic on the console in front of him. "The landing pad has been evacuated and you're cleared for final approach."

"Roger that, Nerdlinger," Shego's voice responded. Wade had grown to be as comfortable with that nickname as Kim had grown to be with Princess or Pumpkin. "We're within British Columbian airspace now. We should be landing in less than ten."

"Welcome home, Team Possible," Wade smiled, punching a few buttons in order to open the overhead hatch on the hangar. "And congratulations on a job well done."

"Thanks, Wade," came Kim's voice. "It's good to be home. And everyone rocked on this mission."

Monique smiled at the sound of her best friend's voice. It was happy and confident. That meant it was going to be a good day.

Shego settled back into the pilot's seat of the Firebird. At this point, she could just turn the autopilot on and let the ultra-sophisticated navigation systems that Felix and Wade had designed for the transport jet just coast the vehicle into the base's hangar. But that wasn't Shego's style. She liked the visceral feel of the stick as she coaxed the machine into place. She likened it to a person who preferred a physical paper book over an electronic book. It simply felt better.

Shego glanced over to Felix, her copilot. Even after three years of his wearing it, Shego still wasn't used to the young man wearing a goatee. With his highlighted hair, it made him look too much like that one movie superhero character... or even that one celebrity chef who traveled around the country on his show. But Felix said it made him feel more like a father, and Zita loved the look, so Shego had bit her tongue.

The thought led nicely to thoughts of Felix and Zita's daughter, Marquita, and by reciprocation, Kim and Shego's nephew through Monique and the Weegs, Omarion. Two of a kind, those two nutjobs were. And so full of energy and gumption. Ironically, Shego was the one person that Marquita got along with the best, outside of the little girl's parents. Shego could see so much of herself in Marquita that it wasn't even funny. Shego could see the little Latina girl growing up to be the next generation's fun-loving, snarky anti-hero.

Shego was sure as hell going to gently nudge Marquita in that direction.

"Thinking of Marquita and Mari again?" Felix smirked, glancing at Shego.

"Yeah," Shego sighed. "It's funny. Six years ago, I didn't want anything to do with my family. Now, I can't get enough of my nephews. Or your little girl, who's a niece in my heart. I still can't get over how much my life has changed."

Felix smiled. It was a subject that Shego preferred to speak little about. Usually, Shego would make that one statement and then she would be good for several weeks before bringing it up again. But Felix knew deep down inside Shego loved the children and the positive vibes that they brought into her life. Felix did not mind at all that Shego (and Kim) had bonded so well with Marquita. He knew how badly the two married lovers wanted a child (especially a daughter) but still had not discovered a way to get one. The villain, DNAmy, had died five years ago at the hands of Monkey Fist, so Drakken had been working for the last several years to decipher Amy's research notes.

It had thus far bore little fruit.

"Well, five more minutes and Marquita will get her quality time with Auntie Shego," Felix said simply. The pleasant smirk that crossed Shego's face was all Felix needed to see.

Suddenly, the Firebird lurched.

"What the flying fuck?" Shego seethed, jerking the stick to try to steady the Firebird's course.

"Shego!" Drakken's voice called back from the passenger chamber. "Several BeBe's have landed on us! They're sticking to the wings and the roof using magnetic generators!"

"God damn it, Doc!" Shego yelled angrily, jerking the wheel again as the robots were apparently trying to unbalance the Firebird and knock it off course. "Why the holy hell did you even make those things in the first place?"

"They're not even anatomically correct," Kim's voice yelled back. "So it can't be for what I was thinking."

If Shego hadn't been so pissed about several powerful robots trying to make her jet crash and kill everyone on board, she would have laughed long and hard at that comment.

"Really, Possible?" Drakken's voice huffed. "Really? I will have you know that those BeBe's are the pinnacle of technological superi..."

"Look out!" Rufus' voice sqeaked.

Suddenly, the horrific sound of ripping metal cut through the air and Shego felt the wind rush out though the door behind her. Gritting her teeth, Shego fought hard to keep the jet steady.

Felix had the presence of mind to do countermeasures.

"Activating force fields to contain the chamber breach," Felix yelled. As he said it, the wind stopped rushing out. Shego was still having trouble breathing, but at least chamber pressure could build back up.

Shego listened carefully to the sound of intense battle behind her. Once she was satisfied that she heard the voices of Kim, Drakken, Zita, and Rufus in the fight—especially Kim, who was barking orders left and right to coordinate her teammates' efforts—Shego refocused her full attention on the flight controls.

Just as Shego turned her attention forward again, though, a feminine, robotic form dropped onto the nose of the Firebird, right in front of the front canopy. As Shego's emerald eyes met the BeBe robot's yellow eyes, the robot grinned wickedly. The effect of the mechanical yet toothy grin unsettled even the veteran ex-villainess.

"Suck my dick and choke, bitch," Shego growled, sending the Firebird into a tailspin.

Felix was quick to react. He immediately turned on the anti-graviton generators so the G forces wouldn't kill the fleshy passengers. The tailspin had the effect that Shego desired, however. The BeBe robot that had landed on the Firebird's nose flew off into the distance. Shego could only hope that several more of its sisters had gone along with it.

As Shego pulled out of the tailspin, Felix growled in frustration. "Dammit. They've got a weapons lock on us."

"Who does?" Shego asked. She already knew the answer. She was just praying to both God and Satan that it wasn't true.

"One of the BeBe's," Felix muttered, confirming Shego's worst fears—that the BeBe robots were attacking the jet under their own locomotion and that they were heavily armed. "And it's about to... holy shit, what is that?"

"What is what?" Shego yelled, banking hard to the right in the hopes of dodging whatever it was Felix was talking about.

"Shego! Felix!" Wade yelled into the mic on his console. "Can you read me? I'm picking up at least two dozen BeBe robots converging on your location. You need to evacuate the Firebird. Now!"

"Still no response," Will said, sitting at another console. "And the Firebird's flight pattern is growing increasingly erratic."

Monique stood behind Wade and Will, holding onto Marquita tightly. Next to her was Eddie, who was holding Omarion just as tightly.

"Mamá? Papá?" Marquita breathed unsteadily.

"Auntie Kim? Auntie Shego?" Omarion said just as nervously. Both toddlers looked like they were ready to start crying.

"They'll all be okay," Monique cooed into Marquita's ear. "Auntie Neek promises."

"You might want to get those two back down to the residential level," Wade warned, not looking back from the console. "Just in case."

"Right," Monique breathed darkly. She didn't the just in case to come true.

"I've got it," Will said. Suddenly, a copy of himself formed beside him and gently took Marquita from Monique.

"NO!" Marquita screamed, kicking and screaming as the Eddie copy walked away with her. "I DON'T WANT TO GO! I WANT TO STAY AND SEE MAMÁ AND PAPÁ!"

Fortunately, The Wego twins were individually nearly as strong as Shego. Even three year old Marquita wasn't getting out of Will's grip. Eddie, still holding onto the now thoroughly sobbing Omarion, turned to follow his copy to the elevator. Eddie left behind a second copy to stand vigil with his brother and their wife.

"Holy Mother of...," Wade started to breath as his eyes went wide at what he saw on his console monitor.

"What's wrong, Wade?" Monique asked, turning towards the young genius.

Monique didn't need an answer from Wade. Before the young man could answer, the four heroes heard a horrendous explosion off in the distance.

On Wade's monitor, the sensor blip indicating the Firebird faded out, leaving nothing.

"No...," Monique whispered, feeling her heart drop down into her stomach.

[END CHAPTER ONE]