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On the first glance, one would never sense a hint of villainy emitting from all corners of the room; the lights were bright, the floor carpeted with lush-velvet and soft latex, the furniture was grand, top-quality; fitting for royalty.
Nonetheless, it belonged to Doctor Uber Drakken, a criminal "genius"or so he brags often. However, the décor did not fit him well, he knows himself well. He could trade all glamour and the sweet air around him now for a darker, colder, trap-rigged lair, but circumstances had forced him to think otherwise.
His latest plot to dominate the world had failed miserably once again, thanks to his arch-enemy, the oh-so-youthful-and-goody-goody teen heroine, Kimberly Ann Possible and her buffoon-nic (if there was such a term) pal… whose name escapes Dr. Drakken's mind every time. Not to mention that hairless rodent they always bring along.
His plans were going smoothly, if you discount his henchmen electrocuting themselves from tripping wires on his doomsday device. Then they appeared. They just had to show up and spoil his fun. Of course, he was not giving up without a fight; although he never was in any of the action himself. Then again, the buffoon had to trip over a wire, accidentally hitting the self-destruct mechanism after a flip or two.
'Why on EARTH did I have to install a self-destruct mechanism?' Dr. Drakken remembered screaming to himself at that time.
He reminisced that moment when he escaped before the doomsday device went kablooey!
Now he is in hiding, away from his old lair, someplace where Possible and the police will never find him. In the posh hotel he threatened to disintegrate once because of bad service, and the entire staff moved to Las Vegas. He had been keeping the place clean for some time now, lest he needed refuge. And boy does he need it.
Slouching on the chair he was sitting on, Dr. Drakken grouched, gripped and grumbled, upset by the countless times his plans were turned upside down like steak grilled on a barbecue.
Perhaps it was the way he dealt with his subordinates. Perhaps it was the incompetence of those who were under him. Or perhaps it was the attitude shot at him from his underlings that threw him off balance every time. Yes, it HAD to be the reason why he was always failing!
He thought of Shego, his most accomplished subordinate ever. Yes, Shego's great in all-physical attributes; she is swift and is second to none when it comes down to hand-to-hand combat (with the exception of Kim Possible, of course). When dispatched for missions she always gets the job done, satisfaction guaranteed every time (with the exception of Kim Possible inclusive, yet again). She has smarts too. Way smarter than those moronic hoodlums who call themselves henchmen under Dr. Drakken.
But she has a smart-mouth, fully loaded with sarcasms, ready to fire whenever Drakken comes up with a plan or says something she does not like to hear. And granted, she has many things scribbled in blood red on her long hate-list.
Furthermore, when it comes to Kim Possible, Shego hardly wins a fight. It boggles Drakken's mind; how could a cheerleader from a typical high school beat someone who is much older, and has much more spare time to sharpen her skills? The thought of that infuriated Drakken, even though he had to admit that Shego was still his best companion in his life of crime.
He took a sip from his cold tea to cool off… YEOW! This is hot coffee! From the slight shock he spilled the drink all over his overcoat. Ugh… what else could possibly go wrong?
There was...
to be continued...