Metro Knight
Night on the Town
By: cgaussie & threequarterfox
Roxanne Ritchi sat at her desk, mulling over the folders stacked in front of her. Things in Metro City were far from easy, but that was the way she liked it. This job kept her on her toes, and hardly a day or night passed without something interesting happening. Just recently she had gotten a call from the Warden of Metro City Asylum, informing her that Megamind had once again managed to break out of prison.
This wasn't really a huge surprise since the blue, curvy woman seemed to make a habit of doing this. She was never behind bars for long, and just how she did it continued to astound everyone around her. The woman would literally vanish into thin air and remain missing for months, sometimes even years, at a time, before eventually winding up back in jail... sometimes of her own choice. A guard would be making his rounds and find the woman curled up in her designated cell, as if she had always been there.
She just made a mockery of things, showing the lack of security in almost every building she encountered.
But why had she broken out this time? The femme-fatale hadn't gotten wind of anything interesting in the air... maybe she had just done it because she could. That was like her, since it was of her own choice of being back in prison this time around. Maybe she felt it was time to stretch her legs, don the skin-tight black leather spandex and go running off into the city like she always did.
Either way, she knew she had to let somebody know and she knew just how to reach him.
The woman made her way through the office, lifting her hand and giving small waves and grins to her co-workers who milled around her. As always the office was a buzz, it never seemed to quiet down ever. In a city as large as Metro City, she could understand that. There was so much going on every single day, and night, it truly was a city that never slept no matter how late at night it was.
She entered a stairwell and quickly made her way up the stairs, pulling out a key ring from her belt buckle and used it to open one of the doors that creaked slowly as she opened it. She was now on a sectioned off part of the roof of the building, hidden behind large ducts for the air conditioning system and even a water tower left over from Metro City's earlier days.
Roxanne hummed as she approached something shrouded with a black sheet. Grabbing a corner she pulled it off with a flourish revealing a large searchlight that was pointed up towards the sky. Glancing upwards she found the cloudier parts of the night sky and aimed the search light up, angling it just right so when she turned the power on the beam of light would hit the clouds, displaying an image.
The night sky had an image implanted on it just like it had numerous times in the past. It was a huge M with what could look like stars circling it if you squinted hard enough. Once upon a time the light was just one huge star, beckoning the knight of Metro City who had showed up years ago defending her from the thugs who felt that this city, their city, was a good place to set up business. Criminals began to hate seeing the light shining in the skies, it meant he was close; he could be anywhere, ready to dish out justice when you least suspect it.
She leaned against one of the brick walls and folded her arms over her chest, wondering why she didn't stop on the way up here to grab a cup of coffee or something. Sometimes she would be standing out here for a while, and it was a cool evening tonight. Taking a breath she tested the cold, then breathed out to see if she could see her breath on the air or not.
Turned out she couldn't.
"What made you sigh?" The soft voice was so sudden it made her jump.
"Don't do that, you know I hate it when you do that!" Roxanne scolded with a smile as she looked up to see the man, clad in white, standing across from her. She grinned and put her hands on her hips. "And nothing, just a stupid thing."
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." His voice was deep, but irritatingly unrecognisable.
"No, you were pretty fast tonight." she replied. "Which is a good thing, given the circumstances."
"Megamind is out again." Not a question, a calm statement of fact.
She narrowed an eye at him for a moment before giving a nod. "Hmmhm. Thought you'd oughta know when something like this happens. Seems you're ahead of the game as usual?"
"I was expecting her to escape, she always does at this week of the year."
"Isn't it lovely when criminals go by a certain calendar?" Roxanne asked with a smile. "But either way, just like every other time she's broken out. No trail, no signs of just how she did it. Just gone. But besides her, there's been a slight increase in criminal activity down by the docks. Looks like the usual, the Russians and the Sicilians fighting over 'land'. We're keeping on top of it, for the most part but... well. You know how bad these guys can get."
"I am aware. I'll... see what I can do." He turned slightly, to gaze over the city. "Be careful. She is in... a whimsical mood."
Roxanne had to smirk, as she reached and turned off the large light. "Isn't she always?" the light momentarily gleamed on the police badge that was hanging from her belt but vanished as she powered off the machine. When she looked up, he was gone, as if she had switched him off with the light.
~*~*~
The city was beautiful this time of night. Lights in the tall buildings lit up the night sky, and from the distance it looked like a dancing, twinkling city of nothing but lights. To some it could be considered very pretty. But those people who dealt with the underbelly of the city knew just how ugly and dark it could be.
Wayne had learned that fact all those years ago when he was only eight, loosing his parents. Now though, after years of training, he was helping those who put their lives on the line every day attempting to bring order and light to Metro City. People like Roxanne, who was his one connection to the police force. She was one woman to be reckoned with. That was probably why he was so fond of her. She took no flack from anyone, which is probably why she had risen so quickly in the police ranks in such a short time.
She was well on her way to becoming the youngest police officer to become Chief of Police. And the only female Chief of Police. That was what made her such an important contact to have.
Following his gut, Wayne made his way towards Metro Docks. Chances were high that something might be happening between the two warring groups who had been arguing over what part of the city they 'owned' for years.
His mode of transport was... unique.
At first he sailed down the side of a building, suspended from a fine cable, which seemed far too narrow to support him. At the bottom he snapped a clasp and the rope retracted into the handheld gun it had unrolled from. He jumped into a remarkable car as the last of the rope folded in on itself, pulling the door after him. It took off on wide, powerful tyres.
The white car drove through the streets with expert precision; easy to do when the driver knew every single street of the city. He could probably drive with his eyes shut and still wind up in the right place. That is, if there weren't any other cars or people on the streets. The vehicle, like its driver, had many hidden abilities that one could not even comprehend coming out of a car built like this.
His eyes missed nothing in the low light. Colours he knew he could not process all that well, but he could see far more detail than anyone he had ever met. And right now his eyes were picking up that something was going on.
It was the small things. A button lying on the ground in the middle of the road. Freshly dropped. A door which was just swinging closed as his car turned the corner. A bullet hole, a fresh bullet hole, still warm, in the wall opposite.
He kept on driving, turning another corner, and was out of the car before it had stopped moving. It purred quietly to a halt, closing itself up and turning off. He was already up on the rooftops, rising through the air on another silent, impossibly thin, dart gun-propelled line.
His hearing picked up an argument, and it sounded hot headed and loud. A man was swearing expletives that nobody would speak in the presence of decent society, which quickened Wayne's movements. Suddenly he heard the sound of a body slamming against a wall, and then to the floor.
"-had to stick your nose in where it didn't belong didn't you?" demanded the first voice. "Don't gimmie nunna that crap! You know what we do to guys like you!"
Gun shots filled the air, as did the harsh cry of the man they were shooting.
Metro Man cursed quietly to himself and swung neatly out, around the corner and above the gunmen.
The victim, a man in a large coat, who already looked like he had gone through the wars and back, judging by the bruises on his face, was bleeding as he lay there on the floor. Luckily it appeared he was still alive, judging by how his hand was still moving. His attacker was already backing away from the scene of the crime, checking his gun to see how many bullets he had left.
There were none, which meant he had to reload it.
Taking hold of this advantage, Metro Man swung out over the scene, then released the rope, turning the swing into a dive and a perfect landing, an impossible distance from where he had started, and right in front of the man reloading his gun. With one hand he picked the gunman up by the neck. With the other, he pulled the gun out of his hands, holding it by the muzzle.
Of course the gunman screamed, while he had the chance, but now he was hanging suspended from his neck by the man that every criminal prayed they would never run into. He stared at Metro Man, struggling to keep his breath, eyes wide.
"I have told you before. Get out of my town." Metro Man never forgot a face. The face whimpered. He threw the gunman across the floor, so that he slid up against a wall, and then smashed the gun between his two hands, twisting it into an unrecognisable lump of metal, and threw it down, then turned to look at his rescuee.
The situation did not look good.
His bottom lip was cut open, he was sure that one of the mans eyes sockets had been broken and his eye was a black and red mess of swollen tissue and blood. The bullets, lodged in his shoulders, chest and stomach looked like they were doing their job of leeching the life out of him since his clothes, and the floor, were both staining with his blood.
Muttering to himself, he paused the world to think.
He couldn't just whisk this victim away; he had a live witness lying on the floor behind him. He could administer first aid, but if he got too close, time would continue to flow out of every bullet hole. What to do what to do... how could he save him?
In the end he knew the right thing to do was to get the man to the hospital as fast as possible. While he himself never got injured, it was something he had discovered was pretty much impossible; in his car he always had some first aid equipment. Just because he couldn't get hurt didn't meant those around him shared that ability. He picked up the bleeding man and rushed from the scene of the crime towards his car. The intelligent vehicle sensed his presence in the utility belt he wore, unlocked itself and slid open its' door.
Quickly Metro Man applied basic bandages to the wounded areas before setting the man into his passenger seat. Getting into the drivers side he reversed the car, spun around, and drove off towards the closest hospital that could take the man in.
~*~*~
After dropping the man off at the hospital, Metro Man had continued his sweep of the city. He had foiled a few robberies, and a mugging, but justice served was always a good thing. For now he stood on one of Metro City's many, many buildings and surveyed the area. Down below he could hear honking of car horns as night owls drove their way through town, and in the distance he heard the wail of a police siren.
He began to turn away when a voice came out from the darkness.
"Running away so soon, Metro Mahn?"
She was sitting above Metro Man on an old water tank, legs crossed, and resting both her hands on her knee. It was Megamind, but once upon a time she used to answer to the name Lucy. Now, however, that was a name she out rightly ignored whenever the man would call her that.
Now she was Megamind.
The little alien girl who had grown up in a prison had picked up many interesting habits from the inmates, and had taken on a frequency of breaking out of prison like clockwork, robbing jewellers blind, and slinking around the city like the cat she used to be teased as way back when in school.
Her wardrobe had certainly changed, too.
No longer was she stuck wearing ugly orange prison garb.
Now she wore skintight black leather that covered her entire body. It fit snugly over her head and stretched down to the soles of her feet. The material left absolutely nothing to the imagination at all as it hugged every luscious curve that her body had to offer and make no mistake, she had some lovely curves to show off. Her gloves ran all the way up to her armpits, held in place by simple buckles, and small spikes ran up the outside of each forearm. Her boots were similar with the spikes in their design; she even had them running up the spine of her incredible looking heels that added some height to her fairly short stature.
Goggles that enabled night-time viewing rested on her large forehead, and a simple belt wrapped around her thin waist. Meanwhile the only part of her skin he could see, her face, seemed to be almost illuminated in contrast to all the black around her. Of course, being the fashion conscious woman she was, she wore some makeup. Black lips pulled back to reveal brilliantly white teeth, and there was the addition of some blush to her cheeks but that was it.
"Busy night isn't it?" Megamind asked, tilting her head to the side playfully.
Metro Man sighed. "I was expecting you to turn up."
"Of course you did." she replied, jumping deftly down to land in front of him.
"I need to ask you a favour."
She arched an eyebrow curiously. "I'm listening?"
"The opening of the museum tomorrow... if you could leave it well enough alone, I would be very grateful."
Megamind smiled a small, teasing smile as she tapped her fingers on her hips. "Hmm. Well that's an interesting request... whatever gave you the idea I'd want to show up there anyway?"
"Megamind."
"I mean, now that you've told me to stay away..." she grinned toothily now up at him.
"MEGAmind!"
Megamind purred in a delightful way before drawing closer to him, and ran a hand over his chest. "I love it when you use my name." she purred.
Metro Man took a step back, standing on nothing, glaring down at her. "So. Now that I've asked you so nicely to stay away?"
She continued to smile at him in that familiar way she always did, watching him keenly as she did. "Well. You didn't use the magic word... Tut. Tut." Megamind shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. "What kind of hero are you to forget something like that when requesting something of a lady?"
"Please. It's for my parents."
Megamind pursed her lips together momentarily, and sighed. "Yes... the Scotts. I'm full aware." she turned her head away to stare across the city. "This city certainly has a lot to thank them for... more than they know, hm?" she cast a glance at him out of the corner of her eyes.
"More than they'll ever know. And I don't want you to ruin it with... tawdry... tricks." The moment he said it, he winced. He knew exactly what he'd said wrong, but couldn't unsay it.
"Tricks? Tricks?" she asked venomously, turning her head so sharply he could almost hear a bone snap in her neck as she did. "You call what I do simple tricks? What am I, a lowly magician to you?" Megamind asked, clearly looking insulted by his poor choice of words.
"You will just cause a riot. I want my parents to be remembered as something other than chaos."
"He has a point, Miss."
The voice of Minion wasn't really a surprise to Metro Man. Whenever Megamind was around; chances were high that her faithful Minion was nearby. The little fish that lived inside a small ball of glass had grown, like his mistress, but not too much. He was still a fish but his means of getting around had drastically changed.
His body was a robot, a sleek, almost beautiful metallic cat of unknown species. It was built for speed more than strength, and when he moved you could hear soft hisses of inner pumps and faint squeaks of gears. Megamind always had been a talented one when it came to designing and creating things as a child, it had clearly manifested with her age too.
Minion jumped over to the woman in black and walked around her before peering up at Metro Man with a grin. "Long time no see, Metro Man."
"Hi little buddy. How's the new pastry recipe coming along?"
"Very well thanks for asking!" replied the fish, who accommodated the 'face' part of the cat design which was essentially his glass ball only upgraded into the shape of a feline skull. "Looks like you ran into some real trouble tonight, though. And I just don't mean Miss, either." added the fish.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. The hospital thinks they can stabilise him by morning." Wayne stared out over the city for a moment, a nervous habit.
"If only you'd been there sooner, hm?" Megamind asked, seemingly already over their conflict previous, as she walked and stood on the edge of the building. "You might've learned more or even stopped it entirely."
"You could have stopped it, as well."
"I'm not as bullet proof as you." she replied. "Besides, it isn't my business what happens between men like that."
"I sometimes wonder."
"What?"
"All that chaos you caused, during the summer storm. The mayhem when the harbour turned to jelly. Robo. Sheep. Need I go on?"
"You could if you want. I really don't mind." Megamind shrugged her shoulders. "So why are you wondering about my past exploits exactly?"
"If you cause that much destruction just on a whim, or because you got wet." He frowned, she giggled, and Minion rolled his eyes. "Then how likely is it that you're causing more chaos, behind the scenes? There is a reason so much of the police force are disappearing so fast."
"That has nothing to do with me." she replied, placing a hand over her heart. "I swear on my black little heart."
"And will your heart allow me to have this one-day pax? Just one day for my parents?" Not that she had ever let this day, this day of all the years, be free of some sort of special Event she had cooked up, no matter what he did.
"Hm." she frowned as she thought. It was his parents who had allowed her to go to that horrible, wretched schoolhouse in the first place. They felt the child deserved a proper education... but by doing that they opened her to a world of emotional, and physical, hurt at the hands of her fellow schoolmates. Even the man standing before her had been there; he had turned his back on her and used her as a means to impress his friends.
She had a lot to thank them for too, but very different things. Minion nudged her side with his head and she absently petted the glass head, giving a slow sigh.
"So. Magic word. Please."
"In return for something like this you realize I'm going to have to ask something of you." Megamind pointed out.
"I... I had realised that yes." He frowned.
She smiled impishly. "Such a smart man."
"I'll put cable into your cell at the Asylum. Or you can keep a cat in there" He got an unfriendly glance from Minion. "Or... a swimming pool?"
Megamind was already rubbing her hands together as she thought of all the many different things she could ask of this man. She had the power, she had the bargaining on her side and he knew it. There were so many options, but which one was most important right now? She had enough pets waiting for her back in her home, and television was so boring.
"Mmmmmm. I don't know. What do you think, Minion?" she looked down at her faithful associated. "What would you ask for, if you could ask for anything in the world?"
"A tuna banana sandwich." replied the fish, quickly, and with a serious expression on his face.
"You're serious." Megamind said flatly.
"Oh yes." grinned the fish.
"You are so weird." she shook her head before looking back at Metro Man. "I desire no cable, cats, or pools. I appreciate the offer, though. What I do, want, though..." Megamind paused, as she seemed to drink him in, standing there in his white outfit with gold stars, and drew a gloved hand up to tap it against her bottom lip.
"Yes?" Metro Man
"You have the Rose Jewel in your possession, something your family's had for many years now. How about that?" she asked, stroking her chin as she continued to look at him in 'that' kind of way.
"You don't need that!" He snarled at her, circling around her to stand on the corner of the building. "Why do you want that?"
"Hi. I'm Megamind. Have we met? I love pretty things." Megamind said sarcastically. "Fine. If I can't have that... there's a doctor. In the asylum. He's been doing these 'tests' on the inmates in there... let's just say they're not the usual kind of tests most would allow. If I drop a name, could you drop him off a building?"
"Drop him off a..." He stared at her. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." she replied.
"I'm not going to murder someone in cold blood. I'm not going to murder someone at all. I can get him arrested though."
"Not good enough." Megamind said simply. "Knowing this legal system he'd just get put away for a few years, be given therapy, end up 'rehabilitated' and let out Scott free."
"I can make sure he doesn't practice medicine again."
"He isn't practicing medicine now!"
"So tell me who he is!"
"He'd still be alive. I don't want him living at all."
"I can't do that."
Minion sighed and nudged his head against Megamind's hip again, and she grumbled to herself as she looked away from him. Seemed some things were better left in other peoples hands. She suddenly smiled, and looked at him. "I know what I want."
"What do you want, Megamind? Me to kill someone else?"
She laughed, clapping her hands together as she did. "You're so cute when you're angry." Megamind shook her head, however. "No. I don't want you to kill anyone..."
"Good. It's got to be something reasonable."
"A date."
There was total silence. In the distance, a car alarm went off.
"A... With who?"
She looked at him.
"I... A date. You will leave the opening of the Museum as just an opening... if I go on a date with you?"
Megamind dragged her index finger over her heart slowly. "Cross my heart."
"What sort of a date?"
"All out. Dinner, dancing, possibly a musical or a ballet? Walk through the gardens? You know. The type of date that women daydream about every single day. I want one of those." Megamind crossed her arms now, watching him. "I've always wanted one but, well. You know how men are with me. Even the insane ones keep their distance."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, trying to wiggle out of it?" she asked.
"I just. Okay. A date." He tried to kick start his brain and failed again.
"Don't worry. I know not to go as myself." Megamind said. "I don't want to start a 'grand night out' and end up arrested because I am who I am. And I know 'Metro Man' can't go out on a date either, can he?" she asked, eyeing him.
"No. This costume hasn't got exactly the same reputation... but..." And suddenly it seemed easy. Of course, it would be Wayne Scott taking the young lady on a night on the town. He could take her to all the right places, it would be perfectly easy to go as Wayne. "I can take you on a date. As Wayne Scott."
She smiled pleasantly, unaware of how dumbstruck her companion was. Minion was staring at Metro Man, mouth open in shock, and looking from him, back to his mistress, and back again.
Megamind did a fist pump, and cheered like a little girl for a moment before coughing, and recomposing herself. "Excellent." she said.
Wayne did his best not to feel like this whole plan was a bad idea.
She smiled sweetly, which was always a little disturbing since she didn't do that too often, before waving at him. "I'll let you know what day's good for me, hm?" Megamind asked before laughing and turned to her friend. "Come Minion! We have things to plan!"
"Y-yes! Of course miss!" the fish replied awkwardly. He looked back at Metro Man while Megamind jumped away, vanishing from sight as she did. Minion then took off after her, seemingly fading away into nothing just as his Mistress had.
Wayne stood half on and half off the roof, staring after them and trying to work out what on earth he had gotten himself into. He dazed enough to completely forget to stop them and take them to the Asylum.
He looked down at his white and gold costume, fringed and starred. Metro Man. That's right.
He pulled out his trusty harpoon pistol, and fired it across the street, then sailed out on the fine line, in the direction of his car.
Best go tell Bernard the news.
~*~*~
Witnessing Bernard laugh was always something that disturbed Wayne. Mainly since it was something that very, very rarely happened. At hearing the news that the villainous woman Megamind had gotten Metro Man to agree to such a thing, the greying man had broken into hysterics.
It didn't last long, thankfully, and Bernard soon lifted his glasses away to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Oh my God." his voice shook. "Really? Oh my God."
"It's not funny." Wayne pulled off the calf-boot, and tried to work out what had happened to the seam around the instep. Something had torn during a routine chasing down of a criminal.
"It's hilarious. Don't deny it." Bernard said as he adjusted his glasses back to their proper location on his face, and grinned. "So. When's the big night?"
It seemed there was a nail in it... He tugged. "When it's most inconvenient to me, I don't doubt." The nail wouldn't come loose, and he tried fitting his hand down inside the boot. "After she has kept her word to me."
"Think she will?"
"She had better." At first he couldn't find it, then realised that the nail was perfectly squashed like a pop rivet on the inside of the boot, by his own bare foot. "Or I won't take her on a date." He pinched and twisted the steel like chewing gum, pulling it out and into a nail shape again. "And can you get a list of the staff members in Metro City Asylum? I think we need to review the doctors..."
Bernard nodded as he stroked his chin in thought. Megamind wanting Wayne to take her out on a date? Did she actually want him in that way, or was it just a way to make him spend a lot of money on her? All so curious. Hearing Wayne's voice drew him out of his pondering and he blinked. "Staff members in the Asylum?" he asked. "Sure, but why do you think we need a review?"
"A little... bird. Told me." The nail was finally able to be drawn through the sole of the boot. He eyed the hole regretfully. "Unfortunately not which of the doctors, however."
"That will be fun, what with having over one hundred doctors going in and out of that place per year." Bernard mumbled. "But. Sure, I'll get that sorted out." he watched Wayne a moment longer, before continuing. "Worried about tomorrow, then?"
"Yes." He pulled and twisted the nail into a bow, discarding the boot. "I don't... Trust. Her." He sighed. "It had to be today."
"Of course it is. She's had a problem with you since you were children, right?" asked Bernard. "How she used to cause trouble in school all the time. She hasn't changed at all. Her boobs have just gotten bigger." he gestured with his hands over his chest before dropping them to his sides.
Wayne looked Bernard in the eye for a moment.
"Staff members. Right. On it." Bernard turned and walked from the room. "And they have!" He called back over his shoulder once he was out of boot-throwing range.
~*~*~
Roxanne dropped the last of the folders into the box with a flourish, snagged the half empty glass of wine, and walked to the window. It was a full moon out there, a full moon with all the crazies that this would bring. It also looked suspiciously like she had worked through until dawn again. There was a definite softening of the sky towards the east end of the city.
She sipped the wine and leaned on the window, staring out over Metro City. Her city. She had worked enough for it to be her city.
And somewhere, out in the city she could see out her window, was a man in a white suit, with a star spangled cape, working as hard as she did to help the City live.
She blinked slowly, and took another sip of wine. They only ever saw each other when they were working flat out. One day she had to find out what that man did during his off hours.
Heaven knew she could do with a date.
She turned quickly on her heel, back to the desk and the boxes of personnel folders all over it. She seemed to have it all sorted out now, who was who and what had been happening to what was left of her police force. "Divide and conquer." Sad but true. And it never seemed to stop.
She growled at the tiny pile on one corner of her desk. Those she could trust. "My kingdom for a few trustworthy men. We should just employ women." She sighed. "But that wouldn't be any better." Even the policewomen were on the take, as far as she was able to tell.
"Do you normally make a habit of talking to yourself?"
Roxanne, and everyone else in this city, knew that voice. Turning around Roxanne discovered where she had been standing seconds ago, now sat Megamind on the open window. She hadn't even heard the window open.
"Why are you here?"
"Oh you know. Was in the neighbourhood. Thought I'd stop by, have a girlie chat, you know. That kind of thing." Megamind replied as she kicked her boots as she sat on the windowsill.
"A girlie chat? You?" Roxanne eyed her, and wondered what would happen if she pushed Megamind out the window in a mad rush. She'd probably just land on her feet...
"Heard there was some rough stuff last night." said the woman in black as she watched Roxanne carefully.
"There's rough stuff every night. The two guards you knocked out are going to be okay, by the way, thankyou for asking." They were still in hospital, but the prognosis was good.
"Well that's what they get, pulling their weapons on me. Speaking of!" Megamind clasped her hands together. "Heard one of your guys got shot. Pretty bad, too?"
Got to start keeping a loaded crossbow in here for nights like this. "Yes. Thankfully Metro Man was able to save him." Or just someone on speed dial who wouldn't take three hours to get here.
"Hmm." Megamind smirked in an odd way before pressing her hands to her cheeks. "Yes. Metro Man. Thank heavens for him." she sighed, sarcastically, before tapping her chin. "Still. Makes you wonder who busted up your guy so badly, doesn't it?"
"Are you going to turn yourself in, Megamind?" Roxanne asked just as sarcastically.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Megamind asked. "Heavens no! I'm here for another reason."
"It would make all of our lives easier if you did." This? No. Too short. Really needed to find a... Broom? Yes. That would do nicely...
"Your ranks are diseased. More so than you think."
"I am aware of that. I've inherited a police force more cancer than police. Tell me something I don't know." Just calmly pace the floor, happen to get closer... closer to the broom... here we go...
Megamind sighed, and got to her feet in the window sill. "I was going to let you in on one of the latest recruits in the cancer since I feel in a giving mood but if you're going to turn janitor on me, I think I'll leave you to your little games."
Roxanne stopped, hands on hips, staring at the blue girl. "If you have information, just give it to me Megamind. I've been working all night and I'm not in the mood for games."
Megamind stood in the window, the sky turning ever so slightly blue behind her. It was a picture-perfect moment, marred by the expression on her face.
The woman in black leaned forward ever so slightly and whispered the name of a man Roxanne had known for many years now. A man who, up until hearing this, she had thought she knew.
"Hal. Stewart."
With that she gave Roxanne a small smile before doing a flip backwards, out of the window, and proceeded to fall down towards the ground below. Moments before she landed, however, something swooped in, grabbed both of her wrists, and carried her up and away, out of sight.