CHAPTER NINE
'Shit!' She swore just as the window shattered, showering the terrified patrons with broken glass. Tori was there with her pistol and she had one person in her sights.
Shego didn't hesitate. She wasn't going to stick around to give Tori a second chance to kill her. She was also damn certain that where Tori was, Marx wasn't far behind. She rushed through the kitchen, brushing aside assorted stuff as she did so, although what they might achieve in reality she didn't know.
She crashed through the back door, knocking a delivery boy out cold. She jumped into a delivery truck from the passenger side and yelled to the driver, 'Out!'
The terrified driver leapt out as Shego slid into the driver seat. She slammed the accelerator down and hurtled down the alleyway. At the entrance she saw Marx calmly raising his pistol. He fired once, shattering the windscreen, then leapt out of the way as she thundered past him and swung into the heavy traffic, bringing forth a barrage of unrepeatable Greek swearing and horn blaring.
She didn't take her foot off the accelerator for the thirty minute drive from Kato Achaia to Patras in case Marx was still in pursuit. It was only when Shego arrived in Patras that she finally slowed down. She abandoned the truck in a side street. Less than an hour later she was on the ferry to Ancona in Italy.
As the vessel sailed through the harbour a business jet with the colours of the Organisation streaked over the vessel, causing the green skinned woman an anxious few seconds. Once it was obvious the aircraft wasn't coming back she ordered herself a bottle of Killigan's Scotch whiskey and retired to the Internet lounge so she could contact Kim.
She had to assume Marx or Tori had checked the phone but she had to call Kim.
Instead she got Wade.
'I need to speak to Kim,' she barked to the teenage boy.
He answered apologetically, 'She's on a mission and can't be disturbed under any circumstances.'
'Listen, Nerdlinger, I just managed to avoid having my brains splattered by Marx's mad Asian bitch.'
Wade answered more forcefully, 'Even if I wanted to I can't contact her. Where are you now?'
She gestured with a look over her shoulder, known in both the super hero and villain communities as the "German look". It was a code to indicate it wasn't safe to speak freely. 'I'll be arriving in Italy tomorrow by ferry.'
'Okay, I'll sort something out. Just let me know what ferry you're on.'
After telling him the name of the vessel she cut off the call.
There wasn't much to do on the ferry but she desperately needed some clothes so she went off to explore the few shops that were on board. One of them was a Club Banana store so she took a look around and found herself a pair of jeans, a large cotton shirt and some underwear. After a shower and changing into her new clothes she returned to the main deck where she parked herself at the bar. She had to be careful when drinking alcohol because one of the side effects created by the comet was that if alcohol was dropped on her skin it would burn.
Eventually, she walked out on deck. It was now sunset and she walked out onto the main deck, the exhaustion of a crazy couple of weeks finally catching up with her. She crashed onto a deck chair. There was no opportunity to fall asleep because she was joined by a boy who asked her, 'Can I buy you a drink?'
'Do you always hit on older women?'
'I'm not as young and you're not as old as you seem to think.'
'It's been a crazy time for me lately and I'm really tired.' Shego groaned.
Before she had a chance to say anything more the boy took off his shirt to reveal a muscular chest. Not one like Junior, which had been created through the use of steroids, but the sort of muscles that came from physical labour. Without even thinking about it she took him by his hand and dragged him down to her cabin.
Shego cried out as the orgasm swept through her body, causing her to tremble violently. Once it had subsided she let the naked muscled man behind her kiss her tenderly on her shoulders and neck. They lay down on the double bed together as they talked about their lives.
He was going to a university in Rome where he was studying for his Masters in Archaeology because he wanted to follow in the footsteps of Lara Croft and Indiana Jones. She only said she had once been part of a team of super heroes until she decided to "try out life on the other side". They made love a second time before he left for his own cabin.
The next morning she woke up and had a quick shower before getting dressed. She had done some shopping with the boy before the shops had closed the previous night and he had talked her into buying a nice dark green skirt, a black and green blouse and black stockings. She checked herself out in the life sized mirror on the wardrobe door and smiled appreciatively. The bruises had healed themselves by now and gave her face a more seductive appeal.
Or was it the great sex that gave her that glow?
When she left her cabin the ferry was docking into the terminal.
She shoved the clothes she was wearing when she boarded in a rubbish bin then made her way to the main deck where everybody who didn't have a car was waiting for the gangway to be lowered. But, as the doors swung open, the passengers found themselves confronted by several heavily armed gendarmes who bellowed, 'Ognuno scendere sul ponte ora! Mani dietro la testa! Affrettatevi! Non abbiamo tutto il giorno!'
The passengers did as they were told except for Shego, who lit up her green plasma fire. She watched the gendarmes as they pointed their guns at her, studying their faces. Then she extinguished the fire before laying down on the floor.
She was hauled to her feet and informed curtly, 'Sei in arresto con l'accusa di omicidio. Hai il diritto di rimanere in silenzio, ma se si sceglie di dire nulla sarà utilizzato contro di lei in tribunale. Hai diritto a un avvocato, ma se non si può permettere un difensore pubblico verrà offerto.' Then he escorted her off the ferry. The customs officials waved her through after a cursory check of her passport. Her escort aroused a considerable degree of interest from the passengers waiting to board the vessel.
None too gently they pushed her into the back seat of an unmarked car. Two of the gendarmes sat on either side of her. It sped off for the centre of town.
'Where are you taking me?'
No one answered.
'Am I under arrest?'
No answer.
The car pulled into an underground garage then stopped.
One of the gendarmes said, 'Across the road is the Hotel Milano. We've booked a room for you under the name Sharon Adams. It's paid for but don't go anywhere until Team Possible says otherwise.' He paused before adding, 'Someone must really like you.'
They let her out of the car. Without saying anything she left the garage and ran across the road to the hotel. Sure enough the booking had been made under the name and she was given the keys to her room.
The room was big with a great view of the harbour. It had a separate bedroom and a spa bath in the living room. She whispered a 'Thank you' to Wade then leapt onto the king sized bed and went to sleep.
