Megamind saw two different foreign objects beginning to pass through Earth's orbit. Normally, the aliens are falling stars. The meteorites burn themselves out and into small pebbles before they ever reach the earth. These new foreign objects were bigger than most of the meteorites that succumb to Earth's gravity. That, and they were keeping their shape.
"Code: to the observation room!" Megamind put his hands together and laughed maniacally.
Roxanne was already on her way to Metro Man's pad. If Megamind wouldn't help her help him, she would do it herself. She still had the photographs she had taken when she and Bernard infiltrated Megamind's evil lair. Even without the pictures, she had spent enough time organizing to remember the important things.
She thought back to her times piecing together the seemingly thousands of clues she retrieved from Megamind. She had spent hours and days putting rhyme to reason and duplicating his evil project board. On the night Tighten had tried to kill her... the first time... everything had finally made sense. She had the answer to her wishes. All she needed was a little DNA from Metro Man, and she would be able to fight side-by-side with Megamind.
She wouldn't be able to help out all of the time, she thought and patted the news van she was driving. Someone in the lairhold had to maintain a day job. Poor Minion. No matter how qualified he was, no one would want to hire a talking fish in a gorilla's body. He may scare away the tourists. Megamind was facing the same dilemma as Metro Man. He had to devote most of his time to monitoring the city. Although, now that Megamind wasn't a villain and Tighten was depleted of his powers, he didn't have any big nemeses to fight. Small -time drug lords and mafia bosses could become a problem later on, but no one had reached Megamind's dysfunctional level of villainy.
Roxanne would rather not wait until someone reached and exceeded that level before doing something. Megamind spent most of his days patrolling streets, watching his radar and the news, and listening to police scanners. He wasn't waiting around for someone to become a master bad guy. Neither would Roxanne Ritchie.
She stopped the news van in front of the schoolhouse. Instead of knocking, Roxanne walked directly in.
"Met... Music Man?" Roxanne called out. The hallway was dark, but she could see light coming from the living room. She crept to the room, extending her neck to peer around the door frame. No one was in the living room. She could hear running water coming from the room beyond. She stood completely still for a few seconds and listened. The water flowed out of the pipes at a constant speed. He must be taking a shower.
Roxanne surveyed the room. Metro Man's various outfits adorned the walls. Beside each outfit now stood a guitar. Next to his first superhero suit was a ukelele. Roxanne smiled to herself and rolled her eyes. Metro Man may have once been a hero, but he has always been a goofball. He always seemed so sure and confident with himself to a ridiculous extent. I guess if you don't love yourself, no one will, Roxanne thought to herself.
She walked to the ukelele-spandex pair. The water pressure in the pipes was decreasing. She looked the suit over until she found a few strands of dark brown hair. She picked them up with tweezers and threw them into a sandwich bag. Roxanne saw a shadow slide under the door across the room. The door slowly creaked open, but Roxanne was already in the van.
