Author's Notes: I know it's been a while but I hope this specific chapter makes up for some of the lateness. There's something of a surprise in this chapter and I'd like to know what people thought of it. As usual big thanks to my beta reader Rebelrsr.

The black helicopter flew through the London night skyline before setting down within the walls of the Tower of London. Four people and a mole rat stepped off the helli. Betty looked over her shoulder and gave the pilot the thumbs up, signaling it to take the sky. Shego, dressed in black jeans and a deep green hoodie, spoke up once the roar of the helicopter was gone, "Hey, I've got to go pick up something. Bets, why don't you go and check into our hotel."

Betty frowned at the nick name and Shego's apparent desire to run off on her own. Her own clothes were generic blue jeans and blue sweater. The frown stayed on her face as she nodded, "Fine. While I go obtain our lodgings you two will scout out the target building," pointing to Ron and Yuri, who were also dressed in civvies, "Meet back at the Apex Hotel in four hours." Without even looking back to check if the group was doing as directed Betty headed off.
"Huh, something tells me she's not happy," Ron commented.

"Well, she does have to work with you," Shego taunted.

"That's doubtful Shego-san," Yori snapped back. "It's far more likely that dealing with your overinflated ego for the entirety of our trip here has shortened her temper."

"Oh, your little ninja doll does have some teeth, buffoon," the thief mocked.

Ron sighed as the two started up again just as they had for the majority of their flight to the Tower. " Shego, come on, stop making Yori angry," he pled.

The pale woman looked at Ron for a moment before snorting dismissively. "I've got my own shit to get done anyway." With that Shego left.

Ron just blinked. Ruffus popped out of the leg pocket of the blond's cargos. Looking up towards his master the mole-rat chattered, "She-go nice?"

The blond simply shrugged and turned to Yori. "You ready to start scopin this place out?"

"Hai," was the small response from the kunoichii.

Making her way through the city of London, Shego picked up her conversation with herself again. She seemed to be doing it more and more often since Kimmie's death. 'The only reason we-er I stopped was because the buffoon asked,' she growled at her conscience.

'Yeah, and when was the last time you did something simply because someone asked?' the little aggravating voice questioned.

'They're been plenty of times!' Shego tried to defend herself but even she knew how horrible her excuse was. Her conscience didn't even bother with a response as it merely looked at her blandly. 'Alright, so there might be something more to it,' she added grudgingly.

'Yeah and that something has to do with Pumpkin,' the voice prodded.

'What!? How'd you get from Stoppable to Princess?' Shego thought skeptically.

'Well they were together all the time. But again, there's something more to this than just that,' the voice counseled.

'You mean like they were together-together?' Shego asked.

The voice smacked herself in the face. 'No, you twit. They were special to each other.'

'Ok fine, he was Kimmie's." The thief paused. "So that means I'm being nice to him out of respect for her?' Shego said uncertainly.

'Now we're getting somewhere,' the voice said happily.

Just as Shego's conscience said that, Shego herself stepped into the building she had been heading to. It was a large warehouse, easily spanning several acres and standing around four stories. Near the door Shego had entered was a desk with a man reading a newspaper and appearing to be oblivious to his surroundings. He looked suspiciously like the man that had been at the Hench-Co's Safehouse. "Hello, Shego. Your shipment arrived late last night." He lifted one hand away from his paper to reach into a drawer and take out a key. Still not looking away from his paper he said, "Cage S-0. I hope you will do business with Hench-Co's Discreet Delivery Service again".

"Thanks, Danny," was all Shego said as she scooped up the key and headed to her designated cage. In the middle of the cage was a large crate, which Shego quickly took apart thanks to her claws and plasma. When the box was gone, the thief's motorcycle stood next to her in pristine condition. Placing a hand gently on the gas tank, Shego happily stroked the bike. Moving past the bike, the pale woman pushed a button on the wall which began opening a garage door. Getting astride the Kawasaki, she revved the engine and just sat peacefully enjoying the rumblings and purring of the machine beneath her. After sitting for a moment, the thief thumbed the throttle and shot out of the storage building and onto the road, leaving it to someone else to clean up her mess.

Opening the throttle to the max, Shego screamed through the tightly packed European traffic. Making moves that even professional drivers would blanch at, she continued to push her machine and reflexes to the limit. Unwilling to give her conscience even the slightest of footholds, Shego kept her mind fully occupied with the road. Eventually, her blind riding came to an end up on reaching Westminster Bridge. Without even double checking, she moved her bike off the street and onto the pedestrian walkway on the bridge before finally turning the engine off. Looking over the River Thames and Parliament in the near distance, Shego resigned herself to the constant pestering of her conscience. 'You didn't honestly think you could block me out forever?' the voice asked.

'Well, it did cross my mind,' Shego retorted.

'It won't work. So just get used to my advice."

'If what you say could be called advice.'

'It is advice because it's coming from your conscience. Now stop evading the point we made last time, and get back to business. You and I both know Kimmie was more to us than just a rival. Do you really want me to start reciting the list?'

'List? What list?'

'Oh, come on. The list of all the times you've saved Pumpkin from certain death and dismemberment. My favorite just happens to be the last one involving Warmonga.' Numerous times when Shego had pulled back or flat out helped Kim flooded the woman's mind. It was the memory of the fight with Warmonga that became the most detailed, however. She saw the large alien about to deliver the final blow to Kimmie. At the last second, her anger spiked and she destroyed her shackles and blew Warmonga into a wall. "Oh, no you don't. I'm not going to let this she-thing come waltz in here and destroy Kimmie. That's my job."

'Oh, yeah, I totally see how I was wanting to save Kimmie.' The sarcasm dripped from Shego's mental voice.

'If you really did want to destroy Kim yourself, why didn't you?' her conscience asked.

Shego really couldn't answer. With the number of times she'd had the opportunity to defeat and kill Kim the evidence certainly pointed in the direction of her caring for the redhead.

Growling at the proof presented to her, Shego started the engine up and spun the tires in place till smoke billowed up. With a quick turn of her wrists, the bike spun around and shot off in the direction she had come.

*****

Ron and Yori left the unofficial helipad and wandered the darken streets with the other tourists to the specified building. The Revel Security Corporation's building was obviously constructed recently having primarily glass-pane walls. It was essentially two separate buildings connected by a huge glass encased corridor. There was only one way into the building with several fire escapes placed around the perimeter of the structure. All of the fire escapes were designed to open only from the inside and that was only once a fire alarm had been sounded. The roof was much the same, zero entrances with just a single fire-escape on either of the main segments. Thankfully, the ninja didn't need to get in, only attach a device, which was given to them by the Vatican's techies, under a security camera to enable their computers to view what Revel's cameras could. As the two crept closer to the building Yori spoke up, "Why is Shego-hikoku aiding in this?"

Not really looking anywhere in particular, "Well, in some ways, she has a larger stake in this than us." Ron answered. "I mean, she was framed for Kim's death and she did always say she wanted to be the one to beat her." Walking closer to the building the two saw that there were no guards outside it. Going under a camera Ron waited for Yori to catch up to him.

"So, it seems somewhat foolish to want to clear her name for Possible-san's murder when she has so much already dirtying her," Yori said as she stepped into the blond's cupped hands.

As Yori pulled out the device Ron hefted her up so she could reach the camera. "Murder's quite a step up from her usual grand-theft and random assault charges. Who knows, maybe it's something like honor among thieves," Ron argued. "Plus she can be a big help getting into places and in a fight. Better to have her with us than against us."

Fiddling with the screws around the camera to access the wires Yori finally managed to attach the item from the Vatican. Replacing everything as it had been she signaled for Ron to lower her. "I do not doubt your tactical reasons for having the thief aid us, but I am wondering why you defend her. Has she not done anything other than try and kill you?" Yori asked.

Ron looked uncomfortable and shrugged. "Losing someone that's pivotal in your life changes you," was all he said.

*****

Parking in the garage under the Apex Hotel, Shego strode over to the elevator. Stepping inside she pushed the button for floor eleven and waited thinking over what her conscience had told her. When the doors dinged open she headed for room 1123. There were three room booked by Betty. 1123 was the main one that had a southward facing window showing Revel Security Corp. and in the middle of the area was an interesting assortment of monitors and controls. All of which were just now blinking and shifting into external and internal views of Revel Security. The other two rooms were for sleeping, Betty and Shego in one, Ron and Yori in the other. Grunting Shego went further into the hotel room. Finding Betty reading over the files with a cup of coffee, the thief coughed to get her attention. "Looks like the ninja got into the cameras."

"Alright, I'll take first watch then, when they come in I'll tell them to wake you and get some rest," Betty said.

"Fine by me," Shego answered and went on to find the shared room with the beds.

It was several hours later that the raven haired woman was woken up. "Betty told us to get you up and send you to her," Ron said as he pulled his hand away from her shoulder.

'Whoa, must be really out of it if the buffoon got that close without me noticing,' Shego thought blearily. "Fine. I'll go see what Cyclops wants," she grumbled.

Shuffling out of the room Shego made it to the one with the monitors. "What do you want Bets?" she asked.

Glaring at the woman before starting Betty said, "You're on watch. Keep an eye on the screens for two hours and then get Ron. After him it's Yori. If you see anything, wake everyone." Standing up Betty brushed passed the thief.

"What's her problem?" Shego asked herself. Shrugging she sat down at the monitors and worked to get herself comfortable, because she had a feeling it was going to be a long two hours.

She couldn't have been more right. Two hours and a lot nothing slowly crept by. Yawning from boredom, Shego got up and made her way to where Ron and Yori were sleeping. Opening the door and flicking on the light, Shego stood in the doorway. Two beds were positioned on opposite sides of the room. Ron, twisted around in his sheets, was to Shego's left while Yori, sleeping peacefully under her sheets, was to her right. Yori immediately opened her eyes when the lights turned on but Ron was different. Even Rufus got up and skittered around to the blond's head scratching the sleep out of his eyes. The little rodent poked Ron a few times yet not much happened. After watching Ron just roll around on the bed and moan something about it not being Monday Shego finally spoke up. "Hey, buffoon, get up. Your turn to watch."

Ron's sudden spasm and abrupt jump out of bed caused Rufus to be catapulted into the room. Ron looked around in a haze. "Huh, wha? Shego in my room?"Finally, his eyes and mind cleared enough to recognize Shego in the doorway - and where he was. "Oh… yeah…" he said with noticeable discomfort. Looking down at his feet to avoid Shego's eyes, he realized he was only in his boxers. In another flurry of motion Ron dove under the sheets. "Umm, Shego, do you mind leaving? I kinda need pants on."

Yori actually let a small giggle escape before covering her mouth with a fist.

Sighing -in annoyance - Shego acceded. "Yeah, yeah. Just remember it's your turn to watch."

The blond watched Shego leave before getting up again and finding his pants and shirt. When Ron lifted his shirt from the floor, he found a dazed Rufus laying sprawled out. "Aw, crap; sorry, little buddy," he said, scooping the mole rat up. Carrying his companion into the room with the monitors, he sat down and set the mole rat on the small desk space available. Rufus by now had shaken himself and sat watching the monitors with his master. "Gonna be a long morning, Rufus," Ron commented as he tried to get more comfortable.

An hour and half into his watch something… different showed up on the feed Ron was getting from Revel Security. A figure walked calmly up the steps leading to the front door. Their clothing was a clear indication they weren't an employee. A grey-smoke colored cloak hung from the person's neck to mid-thigh, and an eerily similar color scheme made up their 'uniform,' for lack of a better word. It had the same color of black and green as Shego's, yet the placement was far different. Instead of the harlequin scheme, the bright green and black were in symmetrical segments. The black was on the upper bicep to the elbow, across the wearer's chest, and down their side to mid-thigh. The last segment of black started a few inches below the sides and ended just above the knee. Separating each of the black parts from the green were gold lines. The largest difference from Shego's was the addition of gear. At their waist was a gold-colored utility belt and there were hardened shoulder plates and gauntlets ending in clawed. Obscuring the figures face was the visage a demon's face, complete with sharp rows of teeth and horns coming off the side of the head and bright green colored hair flowing from it like fire. It was a helm that completely hid the wearer's identity and even their hair – unless, of course, they had it dyed to the same bright green that was on the

Seeing the sure-footed steps and confident stride, Ron knew that person was going to start doing something possibly bad to the Revel Security building. "Guys! Everyone up, we got something, and it looks like it's going to be interesting," he yelled. A few moments later everyone was in the monitor room looking intently at the screens.

On-screen, the Shego-demon marched straight up to the doors. "You don't have any relatives from hell, right Shego?" Ron asked.

Just as Shego was about to answer, the figure lifted their leg up and sent it straight forward into the doors. The heavy double-doors flew into the building. Shego couldn't even find her voice as everyone turned to the feed of the inside of the building. As the figure strode inside, automated turrets sprung up from the ground in the far corners of the entrance. Before they were even fully out, the Shego-demon slowly lifted their left arm, as though they had all the time in the world, and aimed at the left turret with an open palm.

No one believed what happened next.

A glow quite similar to Shego's surrounded their hand and then a ball of plasma flew out and smashed into the turret, melting it into slag. Turning lazily, the figure repeated the action with the same arm. Hurling the burning power at the turret just as it came into position.

Everyone stared at the screen until Betty looked around. Her eye widened as she asked, "Where's Shego?"

*****

"I fail to see how millions in stolen medical technology will help take over the world, my mysterious ally," Senior said.

"It'll help by keeping me alive," the shorter villain answered with a distorted voice. Opening the door in front of them with a push of a button, the cloaked figure gestured forward. "Wisdom before youth."

"Why, thank you." Senior walked through the doorway into a relatively small antechamber. It was circular and arched upward into a dome. All along the walls were computers and strange and futuristic medical equipment. In the center of the room was a chair. It looked something like a throne save, for it was made out of metal and several needles stuck up from the right arm and the sides of the back.

"This is most impressive; yet I was not aware of any problems with your health, my dear shadow," the old Spaniard commented.

"That's because I'm good at covering it. In my betrayal, I was mortally wounded and really shouldn't have lived." The smaller figure walked into the room and strode toward the chair. "This will help extend my life." A hand reached out to brush over the arm and the needles jutting from it. "But the devices Vivian and Wade are working on will return to me the ability to fight." Turning around to face Senior, the shadow reached for its hood. "I think it's about time I tell you who I am. It's only right after you've helped me this far. You see, Triple S, you knew who I used to be. But who I am now is Wraith." At the last word, the figure pulled back the hood, revealing a shock of red hair.

The girl's face bore a resemblance to someone the old man knew, but there were a number of differences. A horrible scar ran from her forehead to her cheek along the left side of her face, destroying the eye. The other remaining eye was still a vibrant green, yet in its center where, kindness had once resided, now a burning hatred reigned.

"Surprised, triple S?" the young girl asked with a slight sneer in her voice.

Taking a step back and gripping his chest, he choked out, "But... but... You're dead. It was broadcasted all over the world that Shego killed you!" Senior rambled.

"Ha!" The harsh laugh erupted from Kim's mouth. "Shego would never have killed me. She never even wanted to. But you're right; I am dead. By all rights my body shouldn't even be moving. Wade was really a genius when he made the battle suit, though." Kim opened the cloak she always wore a little more. It revealed her missing left arm. Where blue stripes had been, now there was just continuous white. "The suit used all of its energy to heal me when I was shot in the chest. It managed to seal over my arm, but it could only really help on the surface damage from the bullet wound. It's pretty much out of juice, which is why I needed this room set up so fast." Looking back at the chair, Kim took off her cloak and sat down in the throne. "The purpose of this is to help pump blood through my veins since my heart can't quite do it anymore. If you'd be so kind, Senior?" the redhead asked, motioning to the needles in the side of the chair.

"Oh, yes, of course," Senior stuttered, caught off guard. "Umm... what is it you need my dear?"

"I need you to grab those needles and pull them out from the chair and place them in certain spots," Kim told him.

"Very well." Grabbing one of the side needles, he pulled and surprisingly it came out without much force; however, it was still attached to the chair by a small hose. Kim directed Senior where to inject each needle into her body. One in each side of her neck; one into each thigh; and three into the center of her chest.

Stepping back, the old man watched as Kim slid her arm into the needles that stuck up from the arm of the chair. After a final hiss of pain, the redhead looked back over to Triple S. "You just need to shut the door, and the system should kick in."

"I will then take my leave then." Bowing as far as his old age would allow, Senior turned and left.

As the door slid shut a soft hum picked up and the clear tubes in Kim filled with a red liquid.

i Kunoichi – female ninja

ii This is my attempt at putting words to Yogurthfrost's pic. Here's the link .com/art/The-Green-Wraith-is-YOU-50783161

Author's Notes: Nother thing I'd like replys on would be the suit description. Thanks and hope you all enjoyed the chapter.