And the story continues... but sorry for the long delay. *Blushing!* Thanks for being so patient! Man, life is just TOO busy! Hoping that chapter 3 won't take quite so long, I've already got it in the works. :)
Neatly tucked away in her clever hiding place, Roxanne listened as the thieves went about the business of securing the bank. At gunpoint, the security guard on duty was forced to lock all the doors and lower the shades in every window. The gunmen even had the presence of mind to force the tellers out from behind the desk before they had a chance to push the alert button, signaling the police that a robbery was under way.
Every hostage in the building was forced to hand over their phones to the criminals, who tauntingly piled them in plain view of the unfortunate captives, but just out of reach. With the exception of the bank manager, they were all made to huddle in a group in the middle of the lobby, and their hands were zip tied behind their backs to prevent any movement or the possibility of them fighting back.
As Roxanne watched from the relative safety of her clever hiding place, the criminals told the aging bank manager to empty the cash drawers and safe. She cringed at the cruel treatment that the poor man was receiving at the hands of his captors as he was roughly shoved forward from place to place in the building.
At one point, he was shoved so hard he stumbled and fell to the ground. Despite his age, the ruffians gave him no mercy, and kicked him as he struggled to get to his feet, laughing all the while. She felt terrible for the older gentleman as he suffered the abuse that was being heaped on him, and with each passing moment her anger was sparked hotter and brighter.
Being a seasoned captive herself, she knew all about the difficulties of being held against her will, but never had she been abused like this. Although incredibly inconvenient and at times unbelievably annoying, her abductions were always executed with the utmost care and concern for her safety.
In fact, the usual order of business was for one or the other of her kidnappers to inquire about her comfort before proceeding on with the plan. If she informed them that she was less than comfortable in any way, they would stop everything to make the necessary adjustments until she informed them things were better. Then, and only then, would the diabolical duo proceed to unleash terror on the city.
Her busy mind angrily began brainstorming ways she could help put a damper on the little party the cruel criminals were enjoying at the moment, without putting herself in danger. As her eyes scanned the lobby, observing the proceedings of the heist, they dropped to the pile of cell phones heaped in the middle of the floor. That's it!
She once again slid back behind her half wall, and as quietly as possible began to rummage in her purse until she found the object necessary to the only feasible plan she could come up with.
Triumphantly she pulled her iphone from it's pocket inside her purse. To her surprise, the first person to call for help that popped into her head was the one person she would typically avoid calling at all costs. It took an incredible effort for her to push that idea out of her mind; there was no way she was going to call Megamind for help, she'd never hear the end of it if she did. Besides, she really didn't want him to know that he was the first person she thought of in her time of need.
Her next choice seemed to be a much better one; shrewd and effective, and capable of monumentally messing things up for the bad guys, not to mention being a sneaky way of calling for help from her serial kidnaper, if she was lucky enough to for him to see.
In a flash she dialed up the number that she knew would do an amazing amount of damage to the plan these creeps were in the midst of pulling off. Anyone that was stupid enough to knock over a bank and abuse an old man while she was around was going to get their asses handed to them one way or another, she was going to make sure of that.
Roxanne began to get a bit nervous when, after several rings, there was no answer. If he didn't pick up, she would have to resort to plan C… calling the police. Unfortunately, that was not the best choice in Metro City when the local hero was out of town, and unable to put the appropriate pressure on and give the necessary guidance to make sure the situation was handled properly, or to step in when they screwed things up.
When she heard the voice mail recording beginning to play, she felt mild panic rising in her chest. Closing her eyes, she again willed herself to breathe slowly until the moment had passed. She had to keep her head if she wanted to be of any help at all to that poor old man and the other hostages who fearfully continued to endure the torment of the criminals.
With determination she opened her eyes and tried again, hoping and praying that this timehe would answer. Oh please pick up!
"Hey, Roxanne! I thought you were… "
Oh thank God! Relief surged through her when she heard the baritone voice at the other end of the line. "Shut up Greg, I need you to just listen. I'm in trouble and I… "
"Again?"
"I said shut up!" she hissed in an irritated whisper. Though she didn't normally speak to her boss in such an audacious fashion, there had been several times when she had resorted to snapping at him when he refused to listen, and rather than dealing with his thick headed lack of ability to hear her out at the moment, she preferred to bring out the big guns here and now to get his attention. He knew her well enough to understand that when this side of her showed itself, it was time to just shut up, and follow the instincts of his top reporter.
"Ok, sorry. What's wrong? What kind of trouble are we talking about here, is it Megamind?"
"No. I'm at the bank, and as I was leaving it was held up. There are three gunmen here, and they have about a dozen people zip tied in the middle of the room. They seem pretty unhinged, because the poor bank manager is taking some pretty harsh abuse from these guys."
There was a moment of silence, and Roxanne began to wonder if the call had been lost without her realizing it. Suddenly from the other end of the line she heard a frustrated groan. "Roxanne? What is it about you that you seems to attract trouble like a magnet? No matter where you are or what you're doing, you're always in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
As she listened to her boss's deep voice grousing about her knack for coming across exciting situations, she could visualize the portly man sitting in his desk, eyes shut tight as he pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the tension headache that was beginning to form.
"Greg, I know, we can talk about this later. I really need you to listen to me right now."
"Before I do that I need to know if your ok; obviously they don't have you tied up or you wouldn't be on the phone with me right now."
Roxanne rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "Thanks for pointing that out to me, genius", but rather than express her private thoughts to her boss, she opted to say, " I'm fine. When they held up the place, they told everyone to get down, and the spot where I was standing was kind of out of the way and behind a wall, so they haven't noticed me yet."
"Well make sure you stay there, and don't do anything stupid and get yourself caught!"
"Yeah, I know. So listen… here's what I need you to do. You're going to hang up and call 911; these guys were pretty fast, they got the place secured and communication cut off before anyone had a chance to alert the police of what was going on."
"Ok, got it."
"Then I'm going to start sending you video of what's happening via iphone. I need you to get this on air as quickly as you can. It'll be a big help for the cops to see what's happening inside, and help them identify these guys. They didn't bother with trying to hide their faces, which is another reason that I think they're a bit unhinged; they just don't seem to care."
"Oh my god, Roxanne! That's nuts… you're going to end up getting yourself caught and be in a heap of trouble. You have to keep in mind that Metro Man is out of town, who's going to come and bail you out of it this time?"
Why did I have to tell him about that? "Just let me worry about that Greg, I've got it under control."
"Roxanne, as your boss I'm telling you right now… do NOT try this. I'll call the police and they'll get someone over there as soon as they can."
The instant she heard her boss informing her that he was ordering her to stay back and away from the situation, biding her time like a coward while she watched that poor old man being pummeled by the bad guys, a white hot surge of rage boiled up in her already angry little heart.
"And as you're top reporter, I'm telling you that I AM going to do this! If you want to see this situation have any kind of happy ending, those morons that call themselves cops in this city are going to need all the help they can get. Besides, there's no way I'm going to sit here and watch this going on, and not get a story out of it if I'm at all capable of doing so. You're not going to be complaining when the viewers come flocking to their TV's to see exclusive footage on your station."
Her outburst was met with complete silence as her boss ruminated the implications of what she just said. She knew him well enough to know that there were very few things that could get his blood going like the prospect of upping the ratings; he was willing to do just about anything to stay on top in that department, and if his top reporter was willing to put herself on the line for that purpose… well, he could live with that.
"Ok, but be careful! Stay back and don't… get… caught."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Now be ready to get the video on air right away."
When they ended the call, Roxanne sat back for a moment to steel herself in preparation for the task she had committed herself to. If she wasn't careful, her boss could very well be right; this whole situation could end very badly for her.
As her thoughts wandered in that unpleasant territory, she suddenly heard in the background a loud thud, and the sound of the bank manager crying out as the thugs laughed sadistically at his pain. Any trepidation she may have been experiencing was suddenly whisked away by another surge of boiling hot anger.
She clenched her teeth, and plunked in the necessary set up for her phone to capture and send video to Greg at the station. With a vindictive sense of satisfaction, she leaned forward just enough to be able to peer around the corner of the concealing wall which she hid behind, and held out her phone to begin recording the crime in progress.
Megamind and Minion sat at the work table in the lair, going over the final details of the glorious plan that was certain to be the demise of the Man in White upon his return to Metro City. After finally deciding to go with the terrifyingly destructive satellite, code named Solaser, the blue villain had for a while begun to regain a bit of the lost spring in his step.
His excitement at the prospect of the incredibly perfect, singularly powerful laser that would harness the power of the sun to destroy Metro Man had brightened his mood over the past few days. However, as the planning process began to draw to a close and it was nearly time to begin construction of the horrifying weapon, Megamind once again began to slip into a funk.
It had now been a full two weeks since he had seen Miss Ritchi, and no matter how hard he worked on the device that would surely be the crowning achievement of his career in villainy, or how much he attempted to absorb himself in the delightful thought of witnessing Metro Man's doom, he just couldn't stop thinking about her.
He sat at his work table with his sidekick as they went over the final schematics and double checked the mathematics required to make this plan his greatest success. Although he had originally intended on focusing his energy exclusively on the satellite, his mind continuously wandered from thought to thought about her.
Images flitted through his mind of the way her blue eyes changed color depending on the light of the space in which she sat from a beautiful crystal blue, to one that was deeper and more mysterious. Or the sprinkling of freckles that dusted her cheeks and nose so charmingly, and that cute little dimple that showed itself when she gave him that crooked smile.
Oh, he didn't even want to get started on her sassy banter, the way she could be so infuriating, and yet make him want to laugh all at the same time. There was no one else like her, and as each day passed, he continued to shock himself more and more at how much he missed her.
He sat with his head propped in his hand as his elbow rested on the arm of his favorite chair, dejectedly allowing his mind to wander, and wallowing in his loneliness for the pretty reporter. Yes, the more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that due to his monumental distraction and lack of ability to focus, now was just not the best time to pursue creating the most horrifyingly maniacal plan known to mankind. How could he possibly create an e-vil work of art when all he could think about was his sweet and lovely Miss Ritchi?
Minion continued to resolutely plug numbers into the computer, oblivious to Megamind's absent minded stare. Without a doubt, this was truly his boss' greatest work yet, and he felt a sense of anticipation and excitement at the prospect of seeing this magnificent contraption in action.
Never mind the fact that it probably wouldn't work, none of his plans ever worked… but still, it would be a sight to behold and his fishy little heart stirred with pride when he imagined the laser as it beamed down on the unsuspecting hero, and the epic explosion that would rock the city to it's core. Yeah, this is going to be great!
"Now Sir, these numbers just aren't adding up no matter how many times I run them through the computer. We really need to get them squared away if we want to get the correct trajectory when it comes time to launch, so I need you to come over here and take a look. Remember the last time this happened?" Minion stopped in mid thought to chuckle at the memory. "You looked at the mathematics and had it figured out and corrected in a few seconds, even though the computer had been at it all day and still couldn't get it right."
When Minion's comments were met with silence, which was a very unusual response when Megamind's incredible intellect was being mentioned in such a complimentary way, the little fish looked up in puzzlement. He had been noticing an unusually high level of distraction in his blue friend lately, despite the wonder and glory of this new plan that would normally have had him leaping with manic excitement.
Minion's scaly brows furrowed with concern when he saw his boss slouching in his chair, staring off into space with a slightly depressed look in his blue face.
"Sir… are you listening?"
His query was met once again with silence; the villain didn't even bat an eyelash to give an indication that he had even noticed he was being spoken to.
What the heck… "Sir?"
Finally, life seemed to stir once again in his boss' eyes. Megamind looked at his fishy friend and said, "Huh?"
"Sir, the numbers. They aren't adding up, and I need you to… "
With a deep sigh, Megamind tossed his arms into the air and back onto his lap with a slap, and said, "Minion, can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time for this right now; I have much more important things to think about!"
Minion stared at his villainous friend in blank confusion for a moment, completely at a loss of what to say. He had never seen Megamind act so strangely.
"More important? What do you mean, more important? What could possibly be more important than defeating Metro Man? Oh, come on Sir, cheer up! I know you've been bored lately, but he'll be back soon and we really need to get this plan up and running. You know, for his welcome home present?" Minion said with a deep nod of his fishy body inside his dome and a mischievous grin, hoping that would help his boss to perk up a bit.
"No, Minion. I think Metro Mahn may actually have been right. I know… shocker. But maybe I do need a vie-cayshun. I just can't keep my mind on task; it's constantly wandering, and I'm finding myself suffering from an extreme lack of interest in my own plan." He stopped short of telling the spacefish that the reason why it was wandering was that he couldn't stop thinking about Miss Ritchi.
"Wait… vacation? You're the one who said 'e-vil never rests'." Minion responded, giving his best dramatic imitation of his boss' previous assertion to Metro Man that no, he most certainly did not need a vacation, despite the hero's hint that he should take the month off for a little rest and relaxation.
"Well, I changed my mind."
"What? Changed your mind? What about the plan? We've put all this work into what was supposed to be your most magnificent scheme ever, and now you just want to can the whole thing!" Minion responded with exasperation. The poor fish was completely flummoxed at Megamind's announcement, and upon finishing speaking he stood with his mouth agape and his hands spread out before him, with a look of utter bewilderment in his brown eyes.
"Listen, I don't want to can it, just postpone it for a while. Just as you said; this plan is going to be magnificent, and I want to be completely engaged and able to thoroughly enjoy it when the time comes to unleash the fury of my abominable work of art."
Minion stood speechlessly staring at the villain, attempting to process the fact that Megamind was effectively throwing in the towel after all the work they had poured into this project. What a disappointment; the little fish had been so looking forward to seeing his boss' crowning achievement really ruin Metro Man's day, not to mention scare the pants off the whole city at the same time.
Trying to stay positive, Minion tried to focus on the fact that he did say he wasn't completely abandoning it, just postponing it for a while. Maybe, with the right positive reinforcement and encouragement, he could entice his dejected friend to pick up on the plan after a little rest, and still have it ready in time for Metro Man's return.
"Tell you what, Sir. Why don't you just take a break for a while. We have been at it for hours; maybe that's all you need, some time to kick back and just let your mind wander a bit. You know, I'll bet that after an afternoon of relaxing, you'll feel refreshed and as good as new, and you'll be ready to tackle this plan with a new vengeance!" Oh, good word! That'll really get him going; there's no way he's gonna want to quit after hearing this.
Minion was getting himself stirred up as he attempted to bolster his friend's inspiration to keep plugging away at the plan. The more he talked, the more enthusiastic he became. By the end of his speech, he had begun waving his robotic hands about in a manner very reminiscent of his melodramatic best friend, and his voice took on and excited lilt.
Seeing the fish's excitement, Megamind felt guilty that he was so obviously disappointing his loyal friend. After all, they had worked incredibly hard on this, and Minion had become so excited to see the final results. Although he didn't feel like it, he decided to play along so as not to make his fishy friend more disappointed that he already was.
"Yes, good idea. You might be right about that, Minion. Let's just call it a day, and we'll pick back up where we left off tomorrow."
"Great! Now you just sit there and watch some TV, and I'll go fix you something to eat. I'm just sure that you're going to feel like a new man after a few hours of R and R!" Minion asserted cheerfully. With that, he handed his friend the remote to the wall of monitors that he used to keep tabs on the happenings of the city, and to help him plan the most opportune time to kidnap his favorite victim, and trudged away to the makeshift kitchen.
"R and R… hmmmm, he doesn't know how right he is. A few hours of R and R would fix everything!" Megamind thought to himself as the memory of the way she signed her initials with a cute little RR bobbed around in his head.
With a sigh, he turned and watched the spacefish as he retreated down the hallway. Although the villain thoroughly enjoyed his work at furthering the cause for evil, he knew that his henchman didn't always completely agree with the schemes he hatched on a daily basis. And he also knew that at times his henchman grew tired of the same old grind; assist in coming up with an evil plan, help execute said plan, watch his boss being drug off to prison… again, and help come up with and put into action a fabulous jail break so his boss could start the whole cycle all over again.
Despite that however, Minion was utterly loyal, and would go to the ends of the Earth for his ward. He did what he could to give his assistance wherever it was needed, whether he agreed with the plan or not, and always remained positive and supportive. The fish was indispensable to Megamind's life work.
The trouble right now, however, was that the villain didn't want his sidekick to be quite so supportive. Minion had actually seemed to have become rather excited about this particular plan, and he was becoming downright pushy about persevering until all the work they had put into it came to fruition. Megamind could certainly understand that, and normally he would be on board entirely, but darn it… he just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts.
Since he started his career in evil, he had never been without Roxanne for more than a week, and knowing that he'd have her in his clutches again soon had always been the power and inspiration that pushed him on to his next menacingly glorious scheme. Now, it had been so long since he saw her last, and it would still be another two whole weeks before he would get to see her again. Without her, he just couldn't seem to get the focus and drive necessary to push forward; he felt like something was truly missing in his life.
He let out a heavy sigh as he shook himself from his thoughts. Maybe Minion was right; maybe he just needed to take a break for the afternoon. Hopefully tomorrow he would wake up having reclaimed his zealous desire to wreak havoc on the city and bring his lifelong nemesis to his knees. Anyway, it would be a shame to let this plan go to waste. Minion's right, it's going to be great!
With those final thoughts Megamind decided, for Minion's sake, to give his best effort to applying himself completely to finishing the Solaser and having it ready to go in time for Metro Mahn's return… Tomorrow. I'll work on it tomorrow. Right now I'm just going to do what Minion said and relax. Besides, if I keep it to channel 8, I might get to see a repeat of one of Roxanne's earlier broadcasts!
At the thought of at least seeing the lovely reporter on the screens of his monitors, a distracting, fluttery feeling began to assail his stomach and chest, and he was utterly shocked at the smile that plastered itself to his cheeks and refused to go away.
The mix of emotions he was currently experiencing was staggering. The evil side of him was horrified at the sappy, gushy way he was fawning all over the idea of seeing her image on the monitors, but at the moment, a much larger part of himself didn't give a hoot about what his evil side thought. He wanted to see his Miss Ritchi, and if that meant sitting in his favorite chair, wasting hours of his evening watching TV in hopes of catching a glimpse of her for just a moment, well, that's the way it was going have to be.
He pushed the button on his remote, and the wall of monitors blazed to life. After a few clicks, he found the appropriate channel and settled in resolutely to wait it out until he got his fix of gazing at the most beautiful woman in the city.
Oh, if only he had timed it better. Right now he was watching a string of commercials that could bore the paint right off the walls; ridiculous advertisements for car dealerships and appliance stores, trailers for upcoming episodes of trite sitcoms, teasers for the next segment of channel 8 news, blah, blah, blah.
He looked at his watch, and with a roll of his eyes he thought, "Oh god! That's right, she's been off air for hours, there's almost no chance of seeing her now. Not even a repeat at this point unless there's something monumental that she reported on earlier today."
The foul mood that the villain had been in earlier began to sour further as he resigned himself to the idea that rather than seeing her, he would have to spend his evening watching lame reality shows, and more commercials than he thought was healthy for one's intelligence to handle all in one sitting. With a sigh, he slouched back in his chair and once again propped his blue face on his fist, closing his eyes in an attempt to shut out the annoying programming.
As he sat there, thinking about Roxanne, his sharp ears suddenly registered her name coming from the speakers. His eyes instantly popped open and he sat bolt upright as he stared at the screens, with that same gushy smile that had attached itself so stubbornly to his lips moments ago. Thinking how lucky he was to actually be catching one of her rare late evening broadcasts, he watched in anticipation to behold the face he had been pining away to see for, oh, it seemed like so long.
"….this live footage we've just received of the bank robbery at Metro Savings and Loan located at the corner of 4th and Pine Street downtown. Ms. Ritchi was apparently at the scene when the criminals secured the bank, and to our knowledge is still inside the building. At this point the only details we have as to her condition and that of the other hostages is there are no serious injuries. Let's go now to the video she just sent us… "
The smile on Megamind's face instantly faded as he watched the screens switch from the middle aged anchor man with the slicked back hair to a shaky and slightly fuzzy image of a rather dark room. The phone, because it was obvious that that was the device that had been used to capture the image he was seeing, was being held low to the ground, behind some kind of wall or partition.
A view of the inside of the bank was being slowly swept across the screens from one end of the building to the other. As the image moved, he could see in about the middle of the room a huddle of miserable looking forms sitting on the floor. In the background he could hear shouting, and a moment later a loud thud punctuated by a crash and a cry of pain, which was followed by cruel laughter.
The image changed once again as the phone was turned to show the lovely face he had been longing to see, but rather than seeing that sassy crooked smile he adored, her beauty was shadowed by concern. Her blue eyes were narrowed and filled with a combination of worry and anger, and her brows were furrowed as she began to whisper into the phone a perfect description of what she was seeing and how the crime had progressed up to that point. The instant Megamind saw her expression, he ridiculously couldn't help but think, "I've seen that expression before. Wow, she looks really mad."
Moments later, the short video she had sent was over. The greasy haired anchor was back on the bank of monitors, talking and speculating as to how the police would handle this situation and how quickly Metro Man would respond to the danger his girlfriend was in, but Megamind didn't hear a word of it.
He was flabbergasted by what he had just seen. His mind swirled with more thoughts than he could keep track of at one time. Among those thoughts was the fact that he was raging mad at that idiot pretty boy in white tights for skipping town just when Roxanne was actually in real danger. He also marveled at how completely she was able to keep her head in even the most extreme circumstances, she really was an amazing woman.
As these thoughts tumbled around in his mind, he could vaguely hear in the background the metallic thump of his sidekick's footsteps as he returned from the kitchen. Not even bothering to look at the fish, he stared at the floor as his chest tightened and his breathing became more rapid with worry.
Minion happily trudged up behind his master, carrying a plate with a thick sandwich and a drink, and several cookies for desert. With a smile he held out the plate to the blue spaceman and said, "Here you go. I made you your favorite…. Sir?"
He was startled when he noticed his friend didn't even seem to notice he was there. He sat stiffly forward in his chair with his hands gripped tightly to the armrests, looking like he would bolt at a moments notice, and his face wore a worried expression.
What's going on here? "Umm, Sir… are you ok? You don't look so good, are you feeling alright?"
Just at that moment, the anchor once again drew Megamind's attention by mentioning her name. His eyes instantly snapped up to the wall of monitors, and with impatience he frantically waved his hand and shushed his fishy friend with a hissing, "SHHHHHHHHH!"
"We've just received another live video from our own Roxanne Ritchi; let's go there now… "
Once again, the shaky, shadowy image from the phone showed the troubled face of his favorite victim, dimly lit by the screen of the device she held, as she picked up where she left off in her description of the goings on behind the locked doors of the bank.
This time, she calmly and articulately described the criminals in more detail, as well as the rough treatment that one of the hostages was receiving at the hands of thugs. By the sound of it, and from what he could hear occasionally in the background, it was pretty harsh indeed, and his concern for her escalated with every word that fell from her lips.
As she completed her description, she once again turned the phone around to scan her surroundings and give whoever showed up to help an excellent idea of what they were up against. In the midst of his near panic for her, he couldn't help but think, "Wow, she's smart. No one else could keep their head and so clearly think through a situation like that."
Just as the image swept through the building for a second time, one of the thugs just happened to glance in the direction of the spot where she had herself tucked away, hidden from view. Despite the dimness of the room, it was obvious that the hooligan noticed something amiss right away when his head snapped back in the effort of doing a double take.
A moment later, the crook gathered the attention of his friends with a point in her direction, and all heads were suddenly turned toward her. A murmur of threatening voices rose in the background as one of the men began to cross the room to where she sat behind her clever hiding place.
Instantly the phone turned toward her once again, and the once relatively calm whisper that had so concisely described the crime as it unfolded now sounded near panic as she rapidly explained what was happening. Her worried but courageous face now bore an expression of fear. Frantically, she blurted out in a shaky voice, "Oh, no… they saw me. Someone get over here and help us, quick!"
Even before she was able to finish her plea for help, from somewhere above her a shadow moved across her. The picture jerked crazily as she seemed to be roughly yanked by the arm that held the phone, and quick split second images of her as she was hauled out from her shelter flashed across the screen, mingled with momentary images of her assailant as he drug her along.
The sound of her voice momentarily crying out came from the speakers, and the picture seemed to spin in a swirling mess of shapes, light and shadow. Suddenly, with an odd thud, the monitors went blank, giving way once again to the anchor who seemed to be a bit shaken by the drama that had just been witnessed by the entire city on live TV.
Minion stood next to his boss' chair, still holding the plate that held the sandwich and other delights, his mouth agape and his eyes so wide they could have popped from his head at any moment. He stared in shocked amazement at the screen, not really hearing what the greasy haired anchorman was saying.
He simply couldn't believe what he had just seen happen. That was Miss Ritchi. Oh, no… not Miss Ritchi, not our Miss Ritchi…
At that last thought, a horrible weight seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, and a fearful thought took hold of him. What about Sir… what's he going to do?
The fish swallowed with a gulp. Slowly, he turned around to look at his boss and check his reaction to the scene they had just witnessed.
Megamind sat stock still and tense in his chair, hands gripping the armrests so tightly it was a wonder that the tips of his fingers didn't simply tear straight through the leather. His breathing had become rapid and shallow, and every inch of him bespoke of the anxiety that was coursing through him at the moment. He was like a coiled spring, ready to fly loose in an instant.
But it was his face… as Minion watched, the expression on his face became more and more filled with rage. His narrowed green eyes radiated venomous wrath as his brows lowered darkly over them, and the corners of his lip curled back in a silent snarl to reveal clenched teeth as he continued to stare sightlessly at the monitors, replaying in his mind what they had just seen.
As the fish observed his boss' reaction, cold dread gripped his heart. The countenance of his friend continued to grow progressively more volatile and filled with fury, and before he had even realized he was doing so, Minion had backed away from him until he hit the bank of controls and dials situated directly adjacent to the wall of monitors. Oh… no. This can NOT be good…
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Like I said, it shouldn't be as long a delay this time around, hoping to get chapter 3 updated within the next week or 2. :)
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