June 3rd, 2018
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No One's Perspective-
With the strong German squabbling quieting in the distance, Kim and Ron sat on a pile of rocks - together - as they felt along their charred clothing. The blond sniffed before grimacing at the musky charcoal odor. "Why can't any of the criminals be causing trouble at a nice coffee shop? Why is it always in a run-down building, or a volcano...or a mountain?"
Kim, with a small smirk, shrugged. "I'll have to agree with you on that one." There was a pause as she flicked a small coat of soot off of her shoulder. "Why can't partners in crime finish their homework?"
Ron frowned at the small jab. "I'll get it done, K.P, I promise. I even pinky-promised on the way here."
"Alright, but this is the last night until I watch you do it."
"You won't..." Ron mumbled.
"Oh, I will," Kim retorted. "It's not that hard of an assignment. We're literally just writing a page for it." Her friend nodded, repeating his promise to haul is own for the assignment. "Anyway, I can't wait to just go home. We had to miss practice for this, and I think at some moments I'd rather be arguing with Bonnie than dodging rouge fire-balls."
"Yeah, I agree. This mission really got my blood boiling." There was a meek, wide smile as Kim rolled her eyes, Rufus - who had been snuggled in a large pocket - poking his pink head out to groan. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."
Kim only sighed before being abruptly interrupted by a quiet hum. She pulled out her Kimmunicator, finding Wade clicking rapidly across his devices. "Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"
There was a final, rough jab against his keyboard before the kid looked at the screen. "It's Shego: She's in New York at a heavily-guarded office. There's somebody - or something- with her."
"Right now?"
"Yeah," Wade answered quickly, too focused on his own computer screens.
The ginger furrowed her brows as Rufus and Ron scrambled off the rock pile. "Hold on, you said some...thing?"
"It's a robot, like a droid. I analyzed its components and I can't see inside it, but it has a shell made of tungsten. And I checked Shego's claws while at it - they are too, with three inches of it."
"We have to go there now?" Kim began to feel the rush of adrenaline coming; it was a good feeling right before a mission. "Do we have a ride?" Wade nodded, pausing as the loud beats of a helicopter came overhead.
"I don't think the 'chopper will be able to get you in time to stop her from stealing it, but maybe you can catch her on the way out." The kid cleared his throat as Ron began to make his climb up the rope ladder.
"Kim, you comin'?" the blond shouted over the spinning blades' whine.
She nodded before turning back to her Kimmunicator. "What building?"
"I'll give you the directions after I drop the call. The pilot already has them too..." His frown deepened with concern. "She's breaking into a building owned by Voltaire."
"What?"
"Yeah... That doesn't make any sense. Anyway, get on the helicopter and I'll tell you more when I get some information." Kim nodded before the call ended, prompting her up the ladder. As she reached the edge, Ron was already buckled, Rufus safely tucked in his buttoned pocket. The door was slammed shut, Kim too buckled in.
She turned towards the pilot as he flashed her a smile. "Thanks for picking us up."
"Naw," a hoarse voice came from the gruff-looking man. "After all, you did just keep the artillery blueprints from Professor Dementor's hands, and helped save my house from a flood. Really, it's my thanks."
"Oh," she said politely, "it's no big."
Ron tapped her on the shoulder as they began to race across the sky. "What did Wade say about Shego? I only heard New York." The Kimmunicator buzzed, Wade having sent a map of the building, including the blueprints of the whole structure. "Isn't that the one that was built some years ago?"
"What?"
"The building - Cashier-Enterprise - the one that manages some of the imports and exports for the U.S.S Navy." Kim widened her eyes; immediately she thought of Shego stealing weapon plans. As she continued to gawk at him, Ron explained, "My dad worked for them, remember? Before he moved to Middleton." There was a pause before he murmured, "Do you think that's what Shego's after - some of the same stuff that Dementor was just trying to steal?"
Kim let out a weary breath. "Maybe. I hope not, at least. Hold on, I'll get Wade so that he can dig into it a bit more." Rufus poked his curious head out, watching as Kim retold the new information - verbatim - to Wade.
"I'll get on that in a sec. Hold on - yes, I have it. The owner of the building is still under Voltaire's name, but the guy who's the corporate manager is...uh, Derek Jameson. Does that sound familiar Ron?"
The blond nodded slowly. "I could've heard it once or twice. My dad didn't work in the highest division, he was working with one down in Virginia - not with the Navy, though, just some facility for electricity."
"Alright." Wade took a moment, leaning back in his chair as he rubbed his chin.
Kim furrowed her brows. "Have you heard of the name before?"
"No. Well, might've on the fly when looking up some stuff for the Navy, but nothing that would ring a bell." The kid remained thinking."It's just...James Voltaire and Derek Jameson sound fishy to me." Both Ron and Kim blinked at one another.
"Do you think that it's some sort of alias?"
"That would definitely explain why 'James Voltaire' is off the charts. He may not be a legitimate person, but Derek Jameson certainly is."
Kim shook her head. "That wouldn't really make a lot of sense. If Derek Jameson really owns the buildings - all of the casinos we've been looking into as well - then why would anybody accept that name and not his own?"
"Yeah, that's a bit weird," Ron agreed. "I mean, I'm not disagreeing with you, I do think Jameson and Voltaire are the same person, but you have to sign all the papers and shit to own something." Wade nodded, forming several new theories in his head.
When none came within the next few minutes, the pilot intervened: "Don't mean to butt-in, but if a person is wealthy enough, powerful enough and reserved enough, he can play the world in a game of chess and win - infinitely."
"How so?"
The pilot thought for a moment before murmuring, "You plan vividly with a furious heart when you're only a child." Kim pondered on it for a few seconds, digesting the words. It was simple: Voltaire had to be a cruel, vindictive mastermind. "Anyway," he grumbled, "we'll be at the building in a few hours."
"Thanks," Kim replied.
There was a small chuckle before, "Oh, but the pleasure's still mine, Miss Possible."
. . .
The vent loosened before she quietly slid it to the side. Curiously, Shego turned to look behind; the droid continued to stare ahead, unblinking. She was grateful that Drakken didn't make them look human. She then peered into the room, looking in the darkest of corners and the dim lamp on the desk. "Access the cameras," she breathed, the droid then giving out a quiet, slow beep. The gauntlet then switched to somewhat pixelated screens of the room beneath them, through the cameras - and droid's - perspective. With a few taps, the gauntlet blinked back to the central screen, ACTIVE and then DATABASE blinking in grey. The droid made the same noise once again before Shego murmured, "Get down there."
The droid paused, processing for a moment before slinking passed her and down into the office. It twisted around, looking around the room beforebrr-brr. Shego crept down. "I have to admit, you do make this easier." The droid only watched her, unable to make any comment. Let's hope it stays like that, she thought with a shudder. "Door," she stated firmly, pointing towards the thick metal entrance. As the droid strode towards the door - the gauntlet blinking ACTIVE, and then ALERT - Shego immediately started shuffling through the files.
Even though she doubted there would be anything in the desk, she checked. There were just reports on clients and staff.
Even though she didn't expect there would be anything in the filing cabinets, she checked. Nothing - there were just plans for buildings (her heart did skip a beat for a moment, though no files were on the casino), imports to England and exports from Singapore, amongst others.
"Where oh where would those damn plans be?" Shego muttered under her breath. The droid remained staring out into the door, humming quietly as it continued to listen for any footsteps. Her clawed gloves tapped against desk. With a long breath, she sighed, "Well, better take a seat to think about it." Shego eased herself into the large armchair, feeling very pleased with the sudden wash of regality. The chair didn't even feel worn. "If I were a guy named after French Enlightenment philosopher, where would I keep all of my good shit?" Kicking her feet back, she mumbled, "In this building...well shit, now I have to think about thirty floors."
There was a click of her fingers before she blinked towards the filing cabinet. Shego searched through it once again, pondering on each building plan. There were no plans for Cashier-Enterprise. A small smile crept onto her face as she closed the drawer, setting herself back down onto the chair. Neither were any of the casino plans found. "Where oh where would a secret room be?" she hummed quietly, looking around the room in thought.
She turned her attention to the gauntlet, switching through the screens of already saved and observed data. "Like I thought," she grumbled, gazing along the several security measures, "this is the most guarded room. And all of these files are worthless." Her eyes wandered across the room. "If I were a guy named after French Enlightenment philosopher, where would I keep a secret room?"
Shego began to take note of the room, all of the paintings decorated along the walls. She cocked her head to the side - all of them were paintings of the Enlightenment. None of them were labeled. She began to pace around the room, looking closely at each of the paintings. "John Locke...Montesquieu...René Descartes...Jean-Jacques Rousseau...Voltaire." She jerked the painting by the frame, finding a small compartment with a lever. Slowly, it was pulled to the left, a groaning from the wall beside her grumbling in her ear.
A rectangle sunk deep into the wall, collapsing into the floor seconds after.
Shego glanced towards the droid. It stood, watching the door, still as ever. She crept into the small hallway without another word, eyes flicking about. As she became engulfed in shadows, there was a scrape of a squeaky shoe; she's heard enough expensive leather Corthays in her lifetime to know. She stood still, arms folded.
"Why are ya here, doll?" came a husky voice from the dark room, a red light blinking softly.
"Come here and find out," she snickered.
There was shifting, though no steps were taken. "Don't think it wise, now doll. You're the one who Voltaire was talkin' about - that green fire chick."
Green flames engulfed in her hands, a green glow illuminating the front of the room, enough to show the shine of the man's shoes. "I'd like to call it plasma," she retorted as the flames flickered, becoming irritated before sparks began to fly. The man staggered back as she continued to step tauntingly forward, the green energy crawling up her arms. He smacked into a long shelf, nearly toe-to-toe with Shego. "Sweet dreams," she hummed, a cruel smile etched along her lips. She pressed her fingers to his temple before surging; he immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.
She stepped over the man, and felt her around the wall for a switch. The lights hummed moments later.
The room wasn't large by any means, though the amount of computers and cabinets were many. Shego groaned, hoping that the needed blueprints would be in the first drawer she opened.
It wasn't - by the time she reached the tenth cabinet, she only began her search for casino plans. "Middleton...Middleton...Middleton...New Mexico?" Shego paused, glancing over the paper thick file; she found the multitude of papers suspicious. "I think...I'll keep that for later," she murmured, flipping through the file before grabbing what would be noteworthy documents - including the blueprints. "There we go," she grumbled minutes later, her search having led to another filing cabinet.
Her eyes flicked along the blueprint, finding one commonality that she'd found throughout her whole search: secret rooms, hidden shelves, disguised hallways.
The drawer was shut, the files folded and tucked safely in her ankle pouch.
Shego started once her gauntlet blitzed to life, Sensing Other Forms printed in small font on the top. She clicked on the screen, just barely hearing other voices; Shego briefly wondered if the walls were noise-cancelling.
ACTIVE thenCOMBAT was displayed on the small screen.
It didn't surprise her to find the droid dodging quick blows from both of the Possible team.
Nor did it surprise her that they were close to destroying everything in the room. Shego began scrambling around, shutting the secret door before opening a window with a ladder to the roof. The droid spun, finding its commander gone. It whacked Ron in the stomach before hurrying after. Shego barely heard, "Damn, that thing hits hard," as she made her way to the roof. Gravel crunched under her steps.
Shego groaned at the sound of the window closing, two more joining the roof. "Get back here, Shego! You aren't supposed to be here!"
She turned around to find Ron pointed his pistol towards the droid, and Kim glaring at her. A twisted smirk played black lips. "Neither are you, Princess," she snapped. The droid started forward, charging after the blond whilst Kim hurled herself towards Shego. "Eager, are we?" Shego mocked, earning a punch to the shoulder.
"Yes," was a simple answer.
"Well, I don't have time. You'll have to show me later," Shego barked, kicking Kim in the gut before shoving her against the droid. She wanted this fight quick and easy. Drakken wouldn't appreciate the documents lost - or a broken droid. The machine immediately pounced on the girl. Shego dusted herself off, watching the brawl. She didn't expect the shot from a pistol - attempting to tear through the fabric of the droid's shoulder - to recache off of the metal.
She snarled once the bullet whipped passed her shoulder, bringing her to the ground.
Shego gripped her shoulder a cursed, looking over the flesh wound. It wasn't deep, though it tore through her cat suit. The sky grumbled above her, announcing a dreary night. She looked over towards her right, Ron shakily aiming his pistol towards the droid. With a sigh of defeat, he dropped it, unwilling to miss again. Shego frowned: He was clearly alarmed, eyes wide and worried.
There was a short noise - a mix between a grunt and a shriek - that exploded from the brawl between Kim and the droid.
Emerald eyes widened as Kim struggled to scrape her feet against the ground, a strong, metal grip around her throat. "Stop," Shego snarled, receiving no reaction. "Stop!" she snapped, louder against the coming wind. The droid continued stalking towards the edge of the building, dangling Kim over the crowded, night street many stories below. Shego didn't even realize she was hurling herself towards the machine until her shadow pounced onto the ground beside the droid, her claws smacking against the small, deactivation button on the neck. The droid paused, though continued to buzz dangerously. There was no thought, only the pounding of her heart in her ears. Shego tore through the metal easily, and pulled out the button.
With a crater in the back of its neck, it began to crumple, loosening its grip around the heroine's neck.
There was a shriek - Shego didn't know if it was Kim's or her own - before the thief launched herself off of the droid and swung to catch the falling body. She grimaced at the long, reddening lines along the exposed stomach, her black glove pressing against pale skin as gently as she could. Shego yelled out, the two sliding down the building as she dug her other hand into the frame. Once skidding to a halt, she looked back down to Kim.
In her cradle, Kim hung like a ragdoll. Shego grunted as she felt her shoulder begin to tear more. Holding the younger one close, Shego hurled herself up the building. She sneered once her claws hooked the top of the building, only to glide back down as if the metal was only butter. "Come on..." she whispered, taking another great leap that seared her calves and shoulder.
But she made it.
Kim dangled over her shoulder as she clambered her away up, her right arm always having a tight hold around Kim's waist. She gently laid the ginger on the ground, her lungs scorching with the need for air. Shego collapsed to her knees, glaring lividly towards the droid, it's hollow, black stare remaining to the sky.
She turned towards the figure standing stock-still mere feet away. The blond didn't move as Shego carefully stood up, pressing her index to her lips. The hush melded with the growing wind. The droid replaced Kim over her shoulder before Shego fled, launching herself off of buildings and onto others, searching desperately for the small, black private plane.
Emotions swirled wildly through her skull, going haywire; pure anger seethed through her veins, mad rushes of adrenaline and confusion leeched off of her brain while tiredness settled on her body, the sharp pain of her shoulder becoming more unbearable. However, the pounding in her ears was her aggravated heart, the one thing that she had been feeling for months surfacing: fear for a life - not her own. Shego stopped, a stern scowl watching the lights blink on within an apartment building.
This isn't a game, it's a gamble, she thought grimly, she shouldn't be involved.
. . .
She was starting to wake from her blank drowse when there were warm droplets running down her cheeks. Kim sat up, groaning, her hair plastered to her head. Ron - who knelt beside her, Rufus on his lap - grinned at the sight. "Are you okay, K.P? I was worried there for a few."
"What...what happened?"
Immediately his grin - which Kim realized to be one of relief than carefree - vanished. "T-that droid, or whatever it was, nearly killed you."
"What?" She felt her voice grow hoarse. Kim gripped her neck lightly, remembering the cold, metallic grip that was planted tightly around her skin.
"Yeah, it was going to throw you off the edge," he numbly explained. "Are you alight?"
The ginger nodded vigorously. "I'm going to get her for this...I never thought that Shego would-" Kim paused, furrowing her brows. "Wait, did you save me?"
"No." The answer was plain and simple. Rufus padded his way down, climbing onto her lap. "Shego did. It was like she went ballistic, honestly. I- She tore something out of the droid, and it dropped you to the edge... Then she caught you. At first I thought - I thought you fell with her, but she scaled the building." He blinked at Kim, his skin growing to a ghostly shade. "You were right about her Kim. Her new gloves dug right into the framing of this thing - and she ripped through the droid with a clean stroke."
Kim turned about. "Where is it?"
"She took it with her." The sky grumbled, ending the rain of questions. Instead, Ron said, "We need to get home."
"Yeah..." Kim gritted her teeth as she picked herself up, her bones and joints sore. The blond folded his arms, watching the sky dully. "What are you thinking Ron?" she asked as she neared him, Rufus perking on her shoulder. "Ron?"
"I feel like we're missing something...with this whole thing and Drakken," he answered, then, "and Shego," as an afterthought. "Like...we really don't belong in this."
Kim frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I mean...remember what Drakken said that night, before the casino was being done?" She nodded. "He said," Ron continued, "he said like it 'wasn't our game anymore'. I don't know, but I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this. Like, why hasn't the Global Justice contact us about it? Did you get anything from them?" Kim shook her head quietly, beginning to feel the acid bubbling in her mouth; Ron was right - there was something darker than they expected going on. "I don't know, Kim, but I don't think we're fighting something that's about building robot ticks, or-or stealing some other weird thing."
"But that doesn't mean we can't stop it. We can get upgrades and more people on our side," Kim replied, assuring. Though, she didn't feel assured herself. "Look, we're already in this mess and invested in it. I think it's a little late in the game to back out."
Ron sighed, slowly nodding his agreement. "I suppose you're right. But I don't think we can take risks anymore K.P, not like how we have before. I don't know what we're expecting here. I don't know if I'll almost loose you again..."
"You won't loose me," Kim promised. "Trust me, we'll get out of this unscathed." The shared, hesitant smiles weren't as promising, though the helped fill the nervous void. There were beats of wind thereafter, the helicopter landing down slowly. She jerked her head before the two of the moved off, eager to just get home and climb under warm sheets.
. . .
Ron waved her a good night before heading into his house, leaving Kim on her own porch. Sluggishly, she walked in, closing the door behind her. Both of her parents were in the family room, watching the television with blank stares. Anne was the first to notice Kim shuffle across the hall. "Honey! Where were you, I thought you said you'd be back by nine!"
"We had a surprise as we left Mexico, in New York."
Her dad turned; "Are you alright, honey? You sound tired," he asked, concerned.
Kim nodded, mumbling, "I just need to go to bed after a quick shower. That's all - it was tiring." Sluggishly she made her way around the house, taking a quick shower, the water burning against shallow burns and scrapes. It was only after - in her bedroom mirror - when she analyzed her stomach. Gently, she glazed over four long cuts that had bled, her skin around an angry red (until the shower, that is). They curved evenly, and weren't deeper than what a cat's would be.
After she had clambered into the helicopter, neither Ron, Kim nor Jack - the pilot - spoke a word. By then, she was too engrossed in her thoughts, looking down at her long blemishes. Kim remembered how soft the clutch was, how carefully placed the black glove was against her side. Of course, it had dug into her skin, scratching along it; but Kim couldn't stop wondering just how deep the scratches should've been, though weren't.
Even the long, trailing tears down her left arm were light. Kim frowned: She thought that Shego's grip would be hot - molten, even - not frigid.
Why did she save me in the first place? The thought swam through her mind. There was no answer to that other than, Just because... That irritated her. It wasn't like Kim could just ask Shego.
With a final huff, Kim shrugged on a shirt over her shoulders before hauling herself into bed. Everything was confusing, just as it had been for the past few months. The only thing was, with that night, it made everything more muddled. Kim didn't even know what to think before she drifted into a sleep, one that her alarm couldn't wake her from, but a rough shake of the shoulders and, "Come on, honey, you need to go to school in thirty-minutes!"
. . .
When the bell rang, Kim found herself actually excited to eat lunch. Her brain needed a break from school and just thinking in general. Once her binders were put away, she began striding down the hall with purpose. Perhaps she would eat the mac-n'-cheese, or maybe the bean and cheese burrito. "Hey!" Kim paused before spinning around, even though it could've been meant towards anyone. Though, with Jason jogging from the water fountain, she found that wasn't the case.
She smiled before drawling, "Hey."
The gesture was returned. "I missed you yesterday towards the end. Did you get sick or something?" Kim shook her head before diving into the cafeteria.
"No, Ron and I were on a mission... Did I not tell you?"
He arched a brow. "What?"
As we slide into the line, Kim explained, "Basically I had this online service where people can have me do jobs for them - stuff like babysitting. It somehow escalated into stopping some crazy professor at a volcano in Mexico from stealing blueprints."
Jason's eyes widened. "What? That's what you did just yesterday?"
"We also went to New York to deal with a thief." Both spooked at the voice from behind, Ron smiling as Rufus waved from his shoulder.
"You go with her?" Jason blinked.
The blond nodded as they began shoveling foods onto their plates. "Yeah, somebody's got to keep her safe." Kim cleared her throat before rubbing it at the base, the ghost of the tight grip still haunting her. "That, and it's good to have a buddy with you... Normally it's in the city but sometimes we go a bit away."
"Well that's cool. Seems to keep you two busy," Jason mumbled, looking at Kim's arm closely. "Did you get burned?"
She blinked to her arm, the edges of Shego's scratches showing. Swallowing, she instead muttered, "Oh, yeah. Though I didn't get burned as much as Ron. He was teetering over the edge of a volcano for a minute or two."
"Oh shit man," Jason turned towards the other, "you okay too?"
Ron waved it off. "Oh I'm fine. Ruined my shirt a bit, but that's it. I can easily get more black turtlenecks..." He chuckled for a moment. "It's kinda funny. We both wear turtlenecks and cargo pants, but Kim's pants went out of stock."
"Don't remind me."
"And now she has to wear dude pants," he finished, chortling as she rolled her eyes.
"And you reminded me." Jason chuckled along, settling at their table.
Once the small laughter died off, Ron sighed. "Which reminds me, K.P? When is Wade going to fix that suit you have? It's been since December."
"I know. I have to talk to him to get it done faster, just so that I don't..." They locked eyes, recalling the four trails that now itched against her shirt. "Maybe he'll be able to get it done by then."
Jason - once done sipping his drink - asked, "Wait, so who's Wade?"
"Our tech guy." Kim raised a brow as Ron shrugged. "Well he is."
"I don't think 'tech guy' gives him justice. He essentially organizes everything and gives us the where-to and know-how."
"Oh." Jason nodded slowly before a hand slammed onto the table. Rufus tittered irritably as Ron gave a brief scowl.
Bonnie, however, flicked her hair, leaving Kim to roll her eyes. "So, Jason, would you like to join us at our table? It seems pretty boring over here." The ginger felt a small grin twist along her features - Jason wasn't buying it. He stared at her blankly, confused with the abrupt intervention. Bonnie wasn't ignorant of it either.
"Uh...no? I mean, you can join us but this table's kinda fun. Get cool stories from what goes on in Kim's life, right?" He looked over towards her with a small grin.
Kim smirked, feeling a small blush form. "Yeah. You have to admit, Bonnie, my stories have a lot more variety than just Brick." The cheerleader scowled, stalking away with no other comment. Behind her stood Monique with a satisfied smile.
"What did I miss?"
"Not much. Bonnie's just trying to get with Jason again," Ron answered through his meal. All gave a few chuckles as Monique sat down. Two pairs of eyes drifted towards one another, leaving Jason and Kim to give a few laughs meekly. The other pair exchanged looks before giving their own, knowledgeable snorts.
. . .
The droid was slunk over the edge of the table, falling to the floor in a crumpled pile merely seconds later. The scratches were minor throughout, few needing special attention other than just a simple buffer. Dr. Drakken's dark eyes, however, remained fixed on the crater at the back of the neck. "Shego..." he said calmly, a strange twinge lacing his breath. He didn't bother looking towards the shadows were Shego lurked, having retreated once interrupting his work on the other droids. Instead, he blinked to his side at the soft groan of the original prototype, a long, red slash across his worn-metal chest. The prototype - marked with CS-01 - walked towards the woman. It cocked its head to the side, jerking defensively when she raised the gauntlet abruptly.
Dr. Drakken continued analyzing the broken droid, his gloved hand glazing along the torn-out hole. "Where's the deactivation button?" As she stepped forward, his scowl deepened. "Never mind - Prime! Hand me that part!" he commanded. The droid took a moment, watching Shego's hand blankly. Eventually it gripped the part before striding towards the scientist. The part was ripped out of its hands, Drakken then typing along his own, black gauntlet. "Why did you take it out? Now I'll have to spend another three hours at least to fix it!"
"It wouldn't've taken three hours to fix a broken body," she snapped, stepping further into the light. "It also didn't respond to the signal!"
There was an arch of a brow. "What do you mean by that, Shego?" He ignored second comment.
"You need to fix their system. We can't have Kim thrown off the roof because the droids don't know their limits!"
"What?"
Shego scowled. "You heard me."
Dr. Drakken tapped his fingers against the table. "So you ripped out it's deactivation system because a little girl was going to fall off a building?"
"She isn't a little girl, especially since she's kicked your ass more times than you can count."
The man snorted, folding his arms. "I've never actually thrown punches at her, you have."
"Doesn't matter," Shego spat. "You have to have something else in case something likethat happens again - on the gauntlet. I'm not having Kim - or anybody else, for the matter - die because of a fucking pile of metal and wires."
"Guess what," Drakken snapped, "how many people die? One sacrifice for this little war isn't going to be a big thing." Shego's expression grew violent as he continued. "If the droid ends up killing either of the team, so what? They shouldn't be in this mess anyway."
He found himself sprawled on the floor, his feet having trampled over themselves as he scrambled far away from the table. Never had Drakken seen the vile glare that Shego bore down at him then. "Do not talk about death like that, EVER! I know people die. I know wars have sacrifices. But guess what? We're not the side trying to kill here. We're trying to keep them away, keep the deaths as low as possible."
"Why do you care? Let me remind you that you were a wanted bounty hunter before my work," he growled acidly.
"And why do you think I left that life?" Shego snarled. "Fix your damn droids, or I'm melting all of them. I mean it Drakken. If they try to kill her again, I'm setting fire to this whole room."
Her heels clicked against the floor dauntingly as Dr. Drakken scrambled his way up, almost seething. "You wouldn't dare," he barked. Shego halted at the door, shaking hands clawing into the frame. As she turned, he felt a chill run down his spine; her quiet anger almost glowed against the shadowed room, expression blank. It was only the glassy eyes against her pale, green-tinted complexion that made her look remotely human.
"I have the power to turn off the brain before people can even see the whites of my eyes - and I've done it, countless times." There was a shaken breath before she growled, "You fix those droids, they'll be untouched. Have them give Kim a measly scratch, and I'll destroy this room and everything in it - machine or flesh."
Drakken watched as she turned her back to him, solidifying the most violent threat he had ever received. His eyes lowered to the droid at his feet, a silent plea to complete her wish drifting across his thoughts.
Immediately, he set to work.
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