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For five minutes Drakken's giant robot had hovered just outside his lair, as many apprehensive people watched it warily, some moving towards their personal vehicles or one of the cabs that had come up the mountain. One of the cabbies turned away all would-be fares, despite some substantial sums of money being offered. Then a young woman dressed as a hostess for the Open Lair dashed out of the entrance and jumped into the front seat of the cab, which promptly headed down the access road as fast as the driver dared.

Having disdained a ride himself, telling himself the walk would do him good, Will Du had gone nearly a half-mile down the road when he heard the roar of the robot's jets, and turned in time to see it emerge from the mountain. He knew there should be something he should be doing about it, but no ideas came immediately to mind. He nearly failed to notice the speeding cab until it pulled to a screeching halt next to him, and the driver yelled. "Get in, Will!" Du did a double take before the driver pulled the shaggy brown wig off his head and became recognizable as Wallace Dill, a senior GJ agent.

To his credit, as soon as he recognized Dill, Will jumped into the back seat without question, noticing Brenda Core, another agent, removing her own disguise. But seeing the hostess uniform alone made Will realize where he'd seen her inside the lair, at the refreshment table. He was still a little miffed at not being told that there would be other agents in the lair with him, he had gotten a certain thrill from the belief that he had been alone in the lion's den, so to speak.

He glanced out the rear window to check on the movements of the robot, but instead saw something else that alarmed him. The big glittering 'top' had detached itself from the mountain and was heading their way. "Agent Dill, I believe we should get moving, we may be at risk!" He commented as calmly as he could.

"Nah, we're fine." Dill replied, exchanging a knowing look with Brenda Core. He then switched the ignition off.

Will was so focused on the approaching object that it took him a moment to realize the vibrations from the engine had ceased. By that time, the object had come to a halt hovering directly above them. "Why have you shut the engine off! That strange object is directly overhead, and we have no idea what villain owns it! We may have been identified as Global Justice agents!"

"Oh, they positively know we're Global Justice agents!" Brenda replied, as she made sure her seat belt was fastened. "Better buckle in, Will."

Before Will could reply, he had to brace himself as the cab lurched...upwards! He reached for the door handle, only to realize that they were already nearly thirty feet up. Visions of alien abduction alternated with nefarious villains doing likewise, but he suppressed his feelings of panic, noting that neither Dill nor Core seemed unduly concerned. If he hadn't been seemingly trying to drive his fingers through the upholstery, he would have seemed the perfect picture of composure.

Then the sunlight was cut off as the vehicle was lifted inside the mysterious craft. But after a moment, light of an artificial nature flooded the vehicle. As the cab came to an abrupt stop, he focused on a familiar figure standing outside the front passenger door.

Doctor Betty Director was all business. "Welcome aboard, agents, we need to get moving here, our surveillance operation just became something else entirely!"

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"Okay, why is he just hovering there for so long?" Bernadette Barr wondered aloud.

"Probably still puzzling out Drakken's control system, so he can fly it back to Go City." Jack Hench opined, studying the robot critically. Drakken had repainted it with a mixed scheme of black and metallic blue, and the limbs were thicker then Hench remembered from photos of it's only previous flight. It if was armed, and it certainly was, the weapons were well concealed.

Bernie regarded Hench skeptically. "He took off without figuring out how to fly it first?"

"He's a man, Bernadette." Her mother observed dryly, "And I suppose I should tell you that there's a very poor special effect hovering next to your left ear, dear."

Bernie tensed slightly, then raised her eyes heavenwards briefly before turning her head to study a shimmering globe of light almost touching her shoulder. And it did indeed somehow look like a cheap movie effect. "Don't need to guess who you are, do I?" She was then distracted by the movement of the strange ship, flying down the road to hover over a cab that had just left. Then her jaw dropped as the cab rose up and disappeared into the belly of the glittering craft.

"See, that's where we get such a bad reputation!" a huffy voice came from the ball of light, "And in broad daylight! No respect for tradition and proper abduction protocols!"

The voice was very familiar to Bernie, who cranked her mouth shut and turned to address the globe. "Was there something you wanted?" She asked warily.

"Please, Miss Barr, we do not deserve your distrust...on this occasion. As I believe you already know, we monitor the health of all of our, um, 'subjects'?"

Now Bernie frowned in concern. "Has something happened to Shego?" she asked forcefully.

"Please calm down, Miss Barr." The voice tried placating her, "But yes, she has just suffered injuries, possibly severe ones."

Bernie spun around and began to frantically scan the crowd for something she'd seen earlier...then she spotted what she wanted and dashed towards a small knot of teenagers. She'd noticed their incongruous presence earlier, but hadn't had time to think about it, with her concern for her mother and Shego. What drew Bernie's attention were the skateboards they all held. "I need one of those, I'll rent it for one hundred dollars!" She exclaimed as she ran up to them, digging out her wallet.

"Well," Her mother commented to Hench, "I suppose I'd better get out of the way, so she only has her friend to worry about!"

"I can assure you that no harm will come to you, Madam, I'll see to that!" Jack assured her. He should have known better then to say it aloud. With a loud whoosh, a pair of missiles shot out of the robot overhead and spiraled off into the distance, thankfully not towards Middleton. Upperton was a possibility.

As Jack Hench came out of his defensive crouch to glare at the machine, a voice boomed down from it. "Sorry! He labeled some controls in Latin, and...well, just sorry about that!" A few rocks dislodged by the launch bounced down the slopes, though no one was hit by any.

"Mom! Are you all right?" Bernie came running back, a garishly painted skateboard under her arm.

"Quite all right!" Her mother replied, "But I'd best get your father's favorite Lincoln out of here before it gets blown up, or something!" Then she stepped quickly forward and hugged Bernie, who returned it with her free arm. "Please be careful, dear, I'm not sure how I'd handle you getting hurt again." She said softly in Bernie's ear.

"I will Mom, you just take care getting down the mountain." Bernie replied, as her mother gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Breaking the embrace, she jerked a thumb towards the weird taxi-jacking craft. "And be careful of that, no telling who's piloting it!" She cautioned with a faint grin. Then she put the board down, put one foot on it, and pushed off, heading into the lair.

"A brave young woman." Jack Hench remarked with apparent sincerity, "And very loyal to her friends!"

Mrs Barr nodded, eyes a little moist. "Yes, she is! A little too brave sometimes, but hopefully never wrong in her loyalties!"

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Hank Perkins was still trying to manage inside. First Shego's and then Hench's departures had left him the sole focus of the visiting villains. Though some questions were easy to manage, villains by their nature were sure to give him some bad moments.

"I was told there would be a pool, in which I could keep my sharks!" Hank flinched away from the bald guy in the way out of date gray outfit, while trying to keep his confident smile plastered to his face. What was even creepier was the miniature version of the guy who was standing beside him.

"Well, Sir, there was a pool, but that room collapsed sometime last year!" Hank responded cheerfully. Then seeing his words had caused several nearby villains to take notice, he hurriedly added "Not a fault of the cavern's structural soundness, I assure you, it was quite a deliberate act of destruction!"

"Reeeeally?" The strange villain replied, a touch of skepticism in his voice, "Was it Pow—Possible's doing?" He then asked curiously.

Hank shook his head. "Err, no, it was Doctor Drakken himself that did it, actually."

"Oh?" This came from a man in a fluorescent green lab coat, with unruly brown hair and a mustache, "A failed experiment, perhaps? The bane of truly evil scientists, I've had a few of those, myself!"

Hank cringed a bit as he answered. "Actually, it was his cousin, Motor Ed Lipsky, that caused it. You see, he threw a pool party for some of his friends while Doctor Drakken was away. When he got back and saw the mess, he decided collapsing the whole chamber would be easier then cleaning it all up!"

The man nodded. "I can emphasize, sometimes I've been tempted to do the same with some of the messes my henchman makes...with him still in the chamber!" He looked around. "Speaking of whom...Frank! Frank! Now where did he wander off to?" Shaking his head, he addressed Perkins again, "As to the lair, sorry, not suitable for my needs, guess it's time to suck up to the board at Gizmonic again!" With that he strode away, head swiveling from side to side in search of his companion.

Directing a suspicious glance at the departing man, the scar-faced villain spoke in a low voice. "And I'm afraid without a pool, the deal's off!" Then his small companion tugged at his pants leg, and he knelt down as the small man whispered in his ear. "What! I thought you went already?" Another whisper. "Oh, I see!" He straightened up and looked at Hank again. "Um, do you have another rest room for the boys? He says the first one he was sent to smelled very funny, even for a men's room!"

Hank's grin became a touch sickly. "Certainly, Sir!" He then remembered to check the man's name tag, "Er, Doctor, sorry! Quite the original name, I must say!" He nearly choked at the searching stare that provoked. "Um, if you just take that passage th..." A sudden commotion cut him off.

Barely avoiding one of the three Oddjob-themed Asian henchmen in the room, Bernie came rolling into the room. Getting all the way across unimpeded was asking for too much, however, and she was forced to pull up short next to the refreshment table. Which had been completely emptied within three minutes of Brenda Core's departure.

Glaring furiously at the obstacle that had forced her to stop, one of the two Jaws-themed giant henchmen present, she actually causing the man to back up three steps. Then ignoring him, Bernie called out "I need someone with a legit medical degree who still honors the Hippocratic oath to follow me!" Then she pushed off again, veering around Senor Senior Junior and his arm-candy and then down the passage towards the hangars.

In her wake, several villains looked at each other apprehensively, then down the passage, then back at each other. Then a tall, absolutely stacked blonde in a skimpy black leather outfit, with a huge straight razor strapped to her back shook her head, then bellowed "OH, please! You can be an evil villain, and still be a good doctor, for Pete's sake!"

A couple of the villains in question actually blushed. Then one, wearing Edwardian-style formal dress and carrying an ornate cane straightened his cravat and strode briskly after Bernie. The others all then relaxed and returned to making small talk.

Junior scowled towards the passage. "I don't know why, but I think I should go down there myself!" He said uncertainly, before a determined look appeared on his face. He then turned to smile at his two companions. "You ladies remain here, please, there may be danger!" He declared dramatically. They both made to protest, but he cut them off. "I really insist, ladies!" He then spun around and began to jog away.

The two then regarded each other, one with hostility, the other resignation. The latter sighed and adjusted her dress, in the process double checking that the wireless microphone she wore was still in place. The precaution was futile, as it turned out there were so many anti-surveillance devices carried by the assemblage in operation that some had shorted each other out, causing one pocket fire and leaving one hat smouldering. No transmissions had gotten out from the frustrated agent's microphone since she'd entered the lair. Which mattered little, she'd heard little of any importance, having been forced to remain close to Junior, who other villains seemed to avoid for some reason. (For the record, those few villains who had heard of Junior's questionable intent to actually become a costumed crimefighter had generally raised a toast, "If that's not confusion to one's enemies, nothing is!")

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Mister Barkin's eye twitched, but not in irritation, but the effort to resist bracing up. He reacted similarly to all things he saw as a 'call to arms', and he had come to regard the Kimmunicator's tones as such. Especially since he understood that Wade Load would not have contacted Kim during school hours unless it was a true emergency. This was the main reason he had refused when Kim offered to set the device on 'vibrate' to avoid disturbing the class, though his stated reason had been he didn't want to see Kim suddenly jerk or otherwise act peculiarly without knowing why.

Her fellow students had various reactions. Some were of course instantly curious, others annoyed, one or two jealous, and others displayed a 'big deal' attitude. Kim herself always showed a slight blush whenever it occurred in class, even as her adrenaline surged. She pulled the device from it's belt holster and clicked it on, revealing Wade's excited face. "What's the sitch, Wade?" she asked, ignoring a couple of eye rolls from the 'nonchalant' crowd.

"Kim! Somebody's trying to steal Doctor Drakken's giant robot from his old lair!" Wade reported excitedly.

Kim's eyebrows rose, but at the same time a puzzled frown crossed her face. "Okay, first, I thought you said it wasn't in commission; and second, you know we're not really equipped to deal with it if it's flying, that's Global Justice or the Air Force's job!"

Wade's look switched to abashed, and he shrugged. "Guess he's been tinkering with it since my last surveillance set-up got trashed! As to the Air Force, they're a bit leery of shooting it down, since they're not sure what the power source is these days!"

It so happened that the classroom they occupied had a view of Mount Middleton, or at least it's upper slopes, the lower being blocked by intervening buildings. Another student had pulled out a small pair of high powered binoculars and was studying the distant peak. Steve Barkin was scowling, wondering exactly what reason the student had for carrying such an item. Before he could speak up, however, the boy suddenly shouted. "Guys! There's a UFO hovering up there, as well as the robot!" As students surged from their seats towards the windows, Wade's voice cut through the sudden hubbub.

"Don't worry about the UFO, Kim, that's just Global Justice! They're using it to conduct a surveillance mission on the Open Lair. Kind of a 'hide in plain sight' sort of thing!" He smiled at Kim's perplexed look, and anticipated her next question. "GJ Asia confiscated it from some Japanese high school kids with rich families, who were thinking of taking over the world for it's own good! They called themselves the 'Go Go Glitter Gang', or something like that!"

Kim blinked, then shook her head to clear it. Somehow suspecting Wade knew what she was going to ask, she still indulged her curiosity. "Okay, why did I never hear of these guys?"

Wade's smile broadened. "Well, before they could come up with and install the weapons systems, their parents found out and threatened to cut their allowances off if they didn't go to college! So, they gave in, and now they think student activism is more fun! So the parents contacted the police, and they gave GJ the ship since they had no use for it! Flies all right, and has some great surveillance equipment, but they did have to get used to some of the odd terminology the kids labeled the controls with."

"Ron not being here, I can wait to hear more about that later." Kim decided, "But still, have you got anything that can handle the robot, and has the hijacker tried to harm anyone yet?"

Wade suddenly looked embarrassed. "Oh, yeah, he did kind of fire some missiles at Upperton, but no one was hurt, exactly..." Those words caused a bit more alarm in Kim, and drew the attention of her fellow students.

Kim shot to her feet and headed for the classroom door, followed by Mister Barkin. Once in the hall, she saw Ron running their way from his own class. She ignored him for the moment to concentrate on Wade, however. "Okay, could you explain that 'exactly', Wade?"

Wade had some difficulty hiding his amusement. "Well, one hit the statue of Ulli Johansen, Upperton's founder. Turns out it was cast in two pieces, horse and rider. Now Ulli is riding an RV south towards Texas, and the horse is on top of the marquee of the Upperton Dinner Theatre."

Kim winced. "And the second missile?"

Wade's expression became perplexed. "Well, it's not so much where it hit as what it revealed. It hit in the south end zone at Upperton High, and afterward some people spotted some bones in the crater."

Ron's eyebrows shot up. "Bones? You mean somebody's buried there?"

"Not a person, no!" Wade hastily replied, "The bones seem to be from a bulldog, actually!"

Ron and Kim exchanged confused looks. Then both jumped at the low, angry words that erupted behind them.

"Those...fiends! They always denied any knowledge!" Mister Barkin was livid, "When all along it was they who were responsible for the disappearanceof our beloved mascot!"

Kim blinked in confusion, as for once Ron beat her to the solution. "Wha-? You mean, we had a live mascot. Once? As in a dog, I mean."

Barkin regarded him through narrowed eyes. "It was before your time, Stoppable! I myself was a mere freshman..."

Kim's eyes widened, "Freshman? Mister Barkin? How long ago.." Then she shook off those thoughts for more urgent concerns. "I see, that's terrible, but we have to go defeat a giant robot, Mister Barkin, you understand? Come on, Ron!"

Barkin nodded grimly. "You slay your giants, and I'll lay my ghosts to rest, Possible!" He then spun on his heel and started marching away, only to suddenly stop with a wince. He quickly looked back over his shoulder, only to find the hall now deserted. A brief flash of relief crossed his face, before he squared his shoulders, straightened his tie, and marched back into the classroom. "All right, people! No one said class was over yet!" At which point the bell sounded, doing just that.

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To his amazement, the Tin Plate Tyrant had actually found a book titled 'Flying Giant Robots for Dummies, by J. Sokko' online, but unfortunately none of it's information had the slightest relevance when trying to figure out Drakken's control system.

He had then managed to trigger a holographic display which applied tags to all the controls. However, the tags print came in only two sizes: 'disclaimer tiny', and fifteen inch tall lettering. He couldn't read the former without a magnifying glass, and when he activated the latter, he felt as if he was swimming in alphabet soup with an extra portion of noodles. "He could have at least color-coded them!"

He had discovered that the control seat had 'magic fingers', and that there was a jar of oatmeal raisin cookies hidden in the 'Emergency Equipment' locker. The first worked fine, the latter had apparently been hidden there a year or two too long. Then he had his 'eureka' moment. He found the auto pilot and switched it on. A display appeared on one screen, asking for a destination from a surprisingly short list. Fortunately, Go City was on it(as was Lebanon, Kansas, for some odd reason), so he selected it.

The robot spent a moment adjusting it's facing and attitude, then rose high enough to clear the peak of Mount Middleton, and headed for his destination.

"Guess I'll have to find a place to hide this thing until I really learn how to operate it." He mused aloud as he leaned back in the control chair, hands behind his head, and relaxed as the magic fingers did their work. "Unless of course...yawn...it has some sort of automatic...yaaaaawwwnnn...combat mode" After a moment, his eyes closed, and he began to snore softly. He hadn't actually slept in nearly twenty-four hours, anticipation of fulfilling his scheme having kept him awake.

A few moments after he nodded off, a face took shape on one of the display screens. Consisting of a bare caricature composed of black pixels on a blue background, it had only eyes, a large mouth, and a small cluster of pixels to represent a vestigial nose. It's eyes began to shift as they swept the cabin, and eyebrows suddenly appeared, indicating a deep frown as it studied the figure asleep in the command chair...

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Bernie didn't manage the most elegant of dismounts from her transportation when she spotted Shego's unconscious body, collecting a bruised shoulder and a soon-to-develop lump on her forehead from the wall. The board kept on rolling down the passage as she hurried to Shego's side, muttering various unladylike things under her breath as she rubbed her shoulder gingerly.

She noticed Dementor further up the passage, and took note of the fact that he appeared to be in his underwear, with some kind of odd harness on over it. But when he groaned and began to sit up, she concentrated on Shego. She was able to finish a quick once over exam before she heard the sound of footsteps coming steadily down the passage from the main chamber.

She studied the individual who rounded the corner carefully. This was after all a villain of some sort. Or just someone with a thing for living in caves, but she'd assume the former for safety's sake. The man for his part paused when he spotted them, expression uncertain, but then he straightened, adjusted his cravat..again, and advanced. He brought his cane up and pointed it at Shego while clicking a stud on the handle.

After a moment's concern, Bernie noted what appeared to be a small holographic display being projected by the cane, but only so the cane's bearer could read it. He began sweeping the tip back and forth across Shego, working his way up her body.

Bernie studied him warily for a moment, then spoke up."Interesting medical scanner you have there, Doctor...um, we haven't been introduced?"

"Ah! Forgive me," He tucked his cane under his arm and bowed. "H. Youngman DeEvers, at your service! And take note, please, that it is not 'Devers', like the General, but is in fact capital 'D', small case 'e', capital 'E', DeEvers!"

Bernie resisted rolling her eyes. "Got it! But tell me, what kind of a doctor are you?"

The man beamed at her genially. "Why, I can be many kinds of doctor, depending what kind you need!" He replied cheerfully.

"Ooooo boy, got a winner here, Barr!" Bernie thought caustically. "Well, I've already found signs of concussion, and not sure how fast her brain tissue heals...anyway, there's also a good deal of visible bruising, which should vanish fairly soon if there's no severe internal damage to take priority..." DeEvers had begun sweeping his cane over Shego again, concentrating on his cane's display as Bernie spoke, nodding thoughtfully to himself.

Then Shego groaned and opened her eyes, wincing immediately. She started to close her eyes again, when suddenly they locked on to the tip of the cane swinging back and forth before her nose. "What the heck are you waving that thing at me for?" She croaked.

"It's a form of medical scanner, Madam." DeEvers replied solemnly.

"Would it be useful for performing a colonoscopy?" Shego asked, eyes narrowing as she tried to keep focused on the swinging tip.

"Ana, behave!" Bernie scolded her, "He's trying to help..." She hesitated, then added in a whisper, "At least I hope so!"

"Hmm.." DeEvers mused, "I think we'll need Ian for this one."

"Ian?" Bernie asked, puzzled, "Who's Ian?"

DeEvers' expression suddenly underwent a sharp transformation. His gaze became keener, and he worked his jaw for a moment, before favoring Bernie with a seductive grin. "I'm Ian, Trauma surgeon, at your service!" He announced in a huskier tone of voice.

"Got me a winner here, Bernie!" Shego muttered sourly, "A Schizo doctor, of all things!" She tried to sit up, but failed to move an inch, instead wincing in pain.

"Hardly, my Dear." DeEvers replied smoothly, "My Multiple Personality Disorder is of an entirely different type then what you speak of, and is of my own making! Additionally, though my persona may change, the same mind is always in control, the changes are merely superficial...well, perhaps some personalities are inclined to exaggerate certain aspects of personality, such as the self-preservation instinct...but enough about me, let's talk about you!" He consulted his cane again. "Nothing seems to be broken, though there's a few cracks that should be causing you discomfort..."

"Hardly a surprising diagnoses, Doc!" Shego replied acidly, "And what exactly did you mean, you gave yourself Mul...MPD?"

"Ah, so you are interested?" DeEvers smiled slyly. "Well, to begin with, I was a perfectly average medical student, a great disappointment to myself, to be honest! My post-graduation future did not seem promising, but I ended up assisting in some cutting edge...if slightly unethical, medical research. And then I read this story, 'Naked'...something or other, I can't remember where, and was inspired to use the research for my own advantage."

Bernie and Shego exchanged pained glances as the doctor continued. "I attempted to transfer the medical genius of six of the foremost experts in their fields into my own brain, and was quite successful!" His expression became sheepish, "But I got a little bit more then just knowledge in the process, you see! But, I can call on any of my alternate personae at will, to make use of their specialized knowledge." His expression shifted to apologetic. "In some circumstances, though, they can force themselves to the surface, I'm afraid Martin would have to be here to explain it. Psychology is his field, you see."

"Not clearly, no." Bernie replied. Then her gaze narrowed. "Tell me, did the 'donors' of your new knowledge survive the process?"

"Oh my, no!" DeEvers responded offhandedly. Then he looked mildly alarmed. "Ah, lucky Terrance isn't here, he wouldn't care much for you knowing that! Then again, he has a few other bodies buried out there." He winced. "I do seem to run off at the mouth around beautiful ladies!"

Bernie managed to hide her apprehension as she asked "And for the record, what is Terrance's specialty?"

"Obstetrics, actually." DeEvers replied.

Bernie and Shego again exchanged glances. "Well, we should have nothing to worry about, then." Shego observed dryly. Bernie rolled her eyes, before taking Shego's wrist to check her pulse, causing the ex-thief's own orbs to make circles in their sockets.

"Well, that's good, he's more then a bit bloodthirsty, you know!" DeEvers spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone.

"I haf been on the verge of demanding medical treatment for zum minutes now, but I am suddenly not so sure I vant it!" Dementor had staggered to within a few feet of the two women, holding his head in both hands.

Shego painfully turned her head to look at him, anger building on her face. Then her eyes bulged briefly at the sight of him, before she squeezed them shut. "Willi! Please put some pants on! Those boxers are so loud they hurt my head!"

Dementor bristled. "Mein pants are kaput! Along with everything else I was wearing over mein force-field harness! A minor design flaw I vill correct as soon as possible!" Then he looked at DeEvers with a puzzled look. "Vy would a man who delivers babies become a sociopath?"

DeEvers sighed deeply. "Tragic, really! Had to take that specialty, to keep up family tradition. Unfortunately he turned out to be extremely sensitive to high-pitched noises, and all those screaming mothers...tried to be excused from the delivery room, but his father insisted he persevere. Eventually he had to find an outlet for his pent-up anger outside the hospital...did I mention that talking too much about one of my other selves can cause them to manifest?"

His audience stared at him slack-jawed for a moment, before Shego found her voice. "Oooookay, let's table Terry for the moment, I need to know if moving around too much is gonna kill me, and by the way...WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON WITH THE ROBOT!"

DeEvers and Dementor both jumped and backed away at Shego's bellow, while Bernie winced while continuing to support Shego. "Please, Ana, indoor voice? The robot's outside, last I saw. He took off, but then just stopped and hovered outside the entrance. Hench thinks he hasn't actually learned to fly it yet, so he may not be going anywhere for a bit."

Shego relaxed a little. "Good, I need to warn the boys about this, especially since Hego's still here, and he's the only one who has any chance against that thing."

"Does it have any weaknesses?" Bernie asked.

Shego favored her with a pitying look. "Doctor D built it, it has to have tons of weaknesses!" Then she frowned. "At least, when he first built it, but he's been tinkering for quite a while..." The frown deepened as another thought struck her. "I just hope that idiot doesn't turn on the auto-pilot!"

"Why not?" Bernie asked apprehensively.

"Because that turns control of the robot over to the on board AI, which is programmed with Drakken's old personality, the way he was when Kimmie first fought him!" Shego informed her, "So having it in command is definitely not a good thing!"

Bernie nodded in agreement. "So you mean the vicious, conniving, easily angered, impatient..."

"Easily self-obsessed, mercurial.." Shego paused thoughtfully, "You know, it might just depend on what mood he was in when he did the actual psyche transfer, or whatever. I think he later found that the machine he had only skimmed the surface, so to speak. What do you think, Willi?"

Dementor was surprised to be addressed. "Vat? I don't know, I am still trying to understand how a doctor who delivers babies can become a sociopath!"

"Willi! Ixnay of discussing Errytay!" Shego hissed. Then the hairs on the back of Bernie's neck stood up as DeEver's voice came from behind her, now in a low, menacing tone.

"I really do despise the word sociopath..."

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Boy, is this a late update! Leaving it here for now, won;t be nearly as long getting next chapter out, I hope!

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