"Heeeh..."
Leaning back from her monitor, Washu pinched the bridge of her nose; obviously stressed. She had just left her lab for an hour and a half to help fix a problem with the computer on Mihoshi's ship. However, when she got back, she found that someone had broken into her storage complex for weapons...
Washu didn't know what, if anything, was stolen...But from the specific area that was broken into, there was a possibility that small drone-type weaponry was stolen. Washu gave another sigh..."This could be really bad..." What was very troubling was that the security system only responded to Washu's DNA...
Suddenly, however, she felt her foot kick something. Looking down, she saw it was a large box with a note on it; 'To Mom, From Ryoko.'
...
Her shoulders drooped; "If she's calling me mom, I probably don't want to open it." Come to think of it, she had gotten a feeling from Ryoko earlier...Immense ripples of mischeivious intents. Closing her eyes, she tried to establish a connection with Ryoko. It took a while, but...
Finally, Washu found her; Ryoko, just what the hell are you scheming?
She was surprised by Ryoko's cheerful response: Oh, I guess you found my gift...I went to a lot of trouble to find it! I just really wanted to thank you for the fun we had last weekend. At this, Washu scrunched up her brow in confusion...Fun...? What could she...
..."Oh, shit."
Now it made sense. The "fun" they had had last weekend was when Washu had tied up Ryoko in the dark and left her...And she suddenly reached an epiphany: It was quite simple how the thief got past the sensor for her DNA.
She had Washu's DNA. Oh God, I should have upgraded that thing earlier, Washu thought as she scrambled away from her monitor; the box under her console was starting to give off hissing, sour-smelling green smoke, and whatever was inside was making a huge racket of thumps in attempting to get out.
Washu was just about to blast Ryoko's "gift" - But, alas, she was a second too slow.
THOOM!
"CACTUS! CACTUS! CACTUS! CACTUS! CACTUS! CACTUS!"
Washu cowered on the floor as the metal spheres, yelling in monotone and with numerous small studs richocheted around the machinery, giving off massive amounts of eye-stinging, nostril-burning acrid smoke, frequently bouncing off of Washu with cruel force.
Dammit, of COURSE! I'm so STUPID! I TAUGHT that little bitch of mine how to use them! Her eyes started to tear up; But to perfectly remember how to set them up for so long...To plan for all this time until I was out of my lab...Taking advantage of a rare shortcoming in my creations...It's such a nefarious, ingenious plan...I feel...Proud...She sniffled as one of the spheres hit her in the back of the ribs.
Finally, she got another message from Ryoko; They'll stop in a few minutes. Now we're square...Mama Washuuu! Washu closed her eyes, trying to endure the pain. However, the foul smoke was starting to upset her stomach. She flinched from a collision with her head.
...It might be productive to change my parenting techniques.