Doppler Effect.
A Kim Possible fanfic.
By Zombie Boy.
"Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya
learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you
got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can
have anything you want
But you better not take it from me"
from Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n Roses.
Chapter Twenty.
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Padding downstairs in her bare feet, Shego navigated the way from her room to the kitchen by nose, following the welcoming smells of her mothers cooking, her stomach grumbling.
"Papa de matin." "Morning papa.." Shego said as she stopped at the kitchen door.
Agustin looked up as he took a sip of his coffee and nearly inhaled it when he saw his daughter standing in the doorway.
"Sheena!" Agustin said, coughing as he got to his feet. "Je n'ai pas su que vous étiez ici !" "I did not know you were here!"
"J'ai juste obtenu dans la nuit dernière " "I just got in last night-" was all that Shego was able to get out before her father enveloped her into a bear hug. "Papa ! le besoin de respirer !" "Papa! Need to breathe!"
"Ah ! Sheena désolé !" "Oh! Sorry Sheena!" Agustin said as he released his daughter and stood back to look at her. "Pourquoi n'avez-vous pas laissé une note pour nous faire savoir que vous étiez maison ? " "Why did you not leave a note to let us know that you were home?" he asked.
Shego gave her father a slightly confused look. "J'ai laissé des plats dans le support de plat, papa." "I left dishes in the dish rack, Papa." she said. "Pour le moins la maman les aurait vus…" "At the very least Mama would have seen them..." she added, shifting her gaze to her mother.
Margux merely smiled and batted her eyes innocently at her husband and daughter. "Ce qui ? I didn' ; t veulent ruiner la surprise." "What? I didn't want to ruin the surprise." she said in a demure tone.
Agustin chuckled as he turned back to his daughter. "Et il y a encore une autre raison pour laquelle j'adore absolument votre mère." "And there is yet another reason why I absolutely adore your mother." he said. "Et parler d'autres significatifs, ce qu'est ceci j'entendre parler de vous ayant un ami ?" "And speaking of significant others, what is this I hear about you having a boyfriend?"
Shego blanched for a second as she thought of the best way to explain things, then began "Bien, il est -" "Well, he is-" was all that she was able to say before there was a yell mixed with the sounds of someone falling down the stairs. "Correction, il est juste tombé vers le bas les escaliers." "Correction, he has just fallen down the stairs."
"Il est ici." "He is here." Agustin said in the tone of a man trying his best to understand the incomprehensible. "Dans ma maison." "In my house."
Shego nodded. "Oui papa." she answered.
Agustin took a deep breath and looked down at his daughter, taking in her attire, which consisted of a man's t-shirt and (he was hoping desperately) panties. "Ainsi, jugeant par votre vêtement, vous et lui avez dormi ensemble dans le sens littéral….J'espère." "So, judging by your attire, you and he slept together in the literal sense....I hope."
"Oui Papa...." Shego said with another nod. "Et voyant comme comment la maman est un criard, vous n'avez pas une jambe à tenir dessus." "And seeing as how Mama is a screamer, you do not have a leg to stand on."
Agustin opened his mouth to say something, but didn't as his daughter arched an eyebrow and gave him the same look his wife gave him when she caught him about to do something stupid. "Vous faites une excellente remarque, Sheena." "You make an excellent point, Sheena." he said, conceding the point- he was no fool.
"Merci papa." "Thank you Papa." Shego said, giving her father a peck on the cheek. "Est-ce qu'Oh et d'ailleurs, Ron français, ainsi nous ne parle pas pourrait satisfaire l'inverse en anglais ?" "Oh and by the way, Ron does not speak French, so could we please converse in English?"
Agustin nodded. "Certainly Sheena." he said, switching over to English.
"And how about while were at, why don't we check on the poor boys condition?" Margux asked as she adjusted the heat on the stove.
Shego's eyes bugged out as she realized that she had forgotten her boyfriend. "Oh my God!" she said, whirling around and running into the other room. "Ron, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Ron said as he sat up from where he had ended up in a pile at the foot of the stairs. "I've been banged up worse getting out of bed.... oww..."
"I can believe that..." Shego said as she knelt down to give Ron a once over. "And amazingly, you don't seem to be hurt." she added.
"Told ya." Ron said as got to his feet. "I just hope that I didn't break the house.'
"So do I." said Agustin as he stepped into the hallway. "It's a very old house, and very well built."
Ron's eyes got big as he got a look at a man that he guessed could only be Shego's father. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel, with graying black shoulder length hair, a strong build standing about six two and weighing about two hundred pounds.
"H-hi..." Ron said nervously.
"Hi." Augustin said, walking towards him and extended his hand. "I'm Agustin."
"Hi." Ron said as Agustin took his hand in a grip of steel. "I'm Ron."
"Nice to meet you.' Agustin said, giving Ron a warm smile. "Come, you're just in time for breakfast."
"Cool." Ron said as Agustin turned around to go into the kitchen.
"Don't worry..." Shego whispered into Ron's ear "I talked to Papa. He'll behave."
"Thanks...." Ron said as they walked into the kitchen.
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"Shower's free." Shego said as she came into her room toweling her hair.
"Thanks." Ron said. "I'm gonna give it a couple of minutes to allow the hot water heater time to recover."
"Okay." Shego said as she sat down next to Ron. "What ya working on?" she asked, looking down at the notepad lying on his leg.
"Just organizing my thoughts." Ron answered. "I'm just trying to get everything together on what I'm gonna ask Sensei about Yori the next time I talk to him."
"Oh." Shego said, sparing a glance at Ron's hand written notes. "I'm glad my parent's like you." she said.
Ron nodded in agreement. "Me too." he said as he began to jot something down on the notepad.
Shego waited until he had finished writing before she spoke again. "Y'know, there's an old friend of mine that I want to go see...." she began.
"Oh?" Ron asked, putting his pen on the pad and looking at Shego. "i take it you want me to meet said friend?"
Shego nodded. "Yeah." she said. "And I happen to know that the long way there happens to go through some really nice twisties that would be perfect for someone with a Hayabusa and a passenger to go through."
"You don't say..." Ron said, flipping the notebook closed and sliding the pen into the spiral spine of the notebook. "I had better get showered then..."
"And I've got a phone call to make." Shego said, getting up off the bed with Ron.
"Calling your friend?" Ron asked as he dug a fresh change of boxers out of his bag.
Shego shook her head. "No." she answered. "My Uncle Fritz."
Ron froze at the mention of the mercenary commander who had held him and Kim hostage. "Why?" he asked.
Shego rolled her eyes. "Drakken wants to hire him for a job." she answered. "Apparently Jack Hench insulted his Polish ancestry and Drakken wants to bust him down to size."
Ron's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the mention of Drakkens ethnicity. "Drakken's Polish?" he asked. "That explains a lot."
Shego grimaced at Ron's comment. "Don't ever say that in his presence, Ron." she warned. "It's a hot button for him."
Ron gave her a puzzled look. "What kind of a hot button?" he asked.
Shego grimaced again. "The last time I saw a guy make fun of it, it was a damn good thing that I was there to stop Drakken." she explained. "Drakken almost beat the man to death with a pool cue. Sort of what would happen if someone made a Holocaust Joke in front of you."
"Okay then..." Ron said, getting Shego's point. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Please do." Shego said. "You and the Princess will live longer."
"What does he want with mercenaries anyways?" Ron asked, voicing the question that had been hiding in the back of his mind ever since Shego had mentioned her uncle. "I thought he used henchmen."
Shego shrugged. "I guess he want's some competent help." she said in way of explanation. "Ya gotta admit, the average henchman is pretty much useless for anything except cannon fodder."
"True." Ron said, throwing his shorts over his shoulder. "Tell your uncle there's no hard feelings from me, okay?" he asked as he walked out the door.
"I will." Shego replied as she picked up her communicator.
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Drakken was finishing up a cigarette when his console beeped at him, alerting him to an incoming call. Turning in his chair, he saw the 'audio only' tag and arched an eyebrow in surprise, but decided to answer it anyways.
"Drakken here." he said when he pushed the answer button.
"Hello." a voice with a very slight German accent said over the line. "I'm Fritz Kronnig. A mutual acquaintance said that you were looking to employ our services."
Drakken chuckled and took a sip of his coffee before he responded. "What did out mutual acquaintance say about me?" he asked.
"She said that while you can be on the imbecilic side, you always make sure you're employees get paid and you're very loyal to them." Kronnig replied.
That made Drakken laugh. "She went with the honest route, I see." he said. "I see my money is not going to waste."
"She's very good for that." Kronnig agreed. "So what, exactly, do you wish to hire us for? Our last employer was a bit vague on the details."
Drakken snickered. "Ah, yes, Senor Senor Junior's most excellent fuckup." he said. "Shego told me about it." he added, leaning forwards slightly. "What I want you for is nothing complicated. You know Jack Hench?"
"Yes..." Kronnig said, not sure where this was going. "I know him. He's making a fortune in the rent -a- thug sector. Not very popular with the professional sector."
Drakken smiled and drummed his fingertips together as he prepared to make his offer. "Well, Herr Kronnig, during my last conversation with Mr Hench, he called me a stupid Polack." he began. "I want to teach him a lesson."
"What kind of lesson?" Kronnig asked.
Drakkens smile became a maniac grin. "A permanent one." he said. "You interested?" he asked.
He could hear Kronnig's smile over the audio link. "I would be delighted, Doctor." he said.
"Excellent...." said Drakken. "Name your terms, Mr Kronnig...."
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The Hayabusa wailed as Ron shifted up a gear as they came out of the corner. Shego felt him lean forward and she followed suit, hugging herself close to him as Ron let clutch in and eased onto the gas. Beneath her she felt the bike surge in power and they rocketed out of the corner and onto the straight.
They were by no means getting anywhere near what the Hayabusa was capable of- but then again this was a ride for pure pleasure, just the tow of them on the bike enjoying the feeling of running the curves in hills outside of Go City.
Looking ahead Shego saw an intersection and recognized it as where they were going to need to turn.
"Take a right at this intersection." Shego said, slicking on the intercom.
"Sure thing." Ron answered. Coasting to a stop, Ron looked both ways, saw that it was clear, and hung a right. "How much farther?"
"About another mile to go." Shego answered.
The mile went by quickly and soon Shego spotted her friends drive ahead. Tapping Ron on the shoulder she pointed it out to him, and he nodded in reply. Slowing down, he turned onto the drive way and drove down it slowly, the bike shaking from the gravel.
At the end of the drive was an old farmhouse in the middle of a grove of trees. It was somewhat in need of paint, but it was other wise well maintained. On the steps of the porch sat a woman with glasses, who looked to be Shegos age, reading a book and eating an apple. She looked up at their approach, and stood as they parked.
Shego couldn't help but grin as she unbuckled the chin strap of her helmet and pulled it off. "Hey Molly." she said, shaking her hair out of her face as she dismounted.
Molly stared at Shego open mouthed for a moment, then she ran to her. "Sheena!" she squealed, enveloping Shego in a bear hug. "I didn't know you were back!"
"You know me." Shego said, returning the bear hug. "I like to keep things on the down low."
"Yeah, that's true." Molly said as they broke their hug and she gave Shego a once over. "God, you're looking great." she said.
"Feeling great too." Shego added. "And you're not looking too bad yourself. How ya doin?"
Molly shrugged. "Could be better, could be a lot worse." she answered.
Shego nodded in agreement. She'd been there herself. "You seeing anybody?" she asked.
Molly shook her head sadly. "No." she said. "Still single. Half the guys I meet here are either gay, and the other half are jerks."she added, taking a look at Ron as he dismounted and took off his helmet. "Though you don't seem to be doing too bad on that front....."
Shego looked over at Ron and smiled. "That's true." she said. "Molly, meet Ron Stoppable. Ron, this is my best friend Molly Ames."
"Hi." Ron said, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet ya."
"Likewise." Molly replied, shaking his hand. "So you're the guy who managed the impossible and caught Sheena's heart."
"It wasn't that hard." Ron said as they broke their grip. "All I had to do was give her a little of the Ronman's charm." he added, causing Shego to snicker. "Okay, I tell a lie." he corrected. "I saved her from falling off a catwalk, and well, chemistry did the rest."
"Really." Molly said, looking Ron up and down.
"It's true.' Shego confirmed. "We just clicked."
"Huh." Molly said. "You and your arch nemisis's sidekick." she added, getting a nod from Shego.
"Yep." Shego confirmed. "Go figure."
Molly chuckled. "Yeah, go figure..." she echoed, then leaned over and said something to Shego in Spanish.
Shego answered in kind, and they both shared a giggle. Ron suddenly felt slightly nervous.
"Anyways, you guys look thirsty." Molly said. "I got some fresh lemonade inside. You two feel up for a glass?"
"Yeah." Ron said.
"Same here." Shego added.
"Let's go then." Molly said, turning towards the house, with Ron and Shego a step behind her.
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Kim glowered as she peeked through the curtain at the reporters milling around in front of her house. It had been almost a week since the incident at Middleton High, and they still wouldn't leave her alone. She hadn't left the house or the backyard and she was now starting to develop cabin fever.
B3S hadn't called her back and Wade hadn't been able to find anything about them in the news media about their shenanigans. It was like they had dropped completely off the face of the Earth.
"Figures." Kim thought sourly as her parents car pulled into the driveway and was immediately swarmed by reporters. "The one time I need them, and they're not home."
Sighing, Kim turned and walked away from the window, heading for the door to the garage. Opening it, she stepped inside just as her parents pulled in.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad." she said as her parents got out of the car. "How was grocery shopping?"
"Somewhat interesting." Anne said as she closed her door and walked around to the trunk. "We were followed by a news crew."
Kim rolled her eyes. "I wish they'd leave us alone." she said. "Everybody knows by now on what happened, we've given them a statement, so what more do they want?"
"As much as they can get." James said as he popped the trunk for Anne. "They're jackals, Kim. They won't be satisfied until they've picked you and everybody else involved clean."
"Well, tough luck for them." Kim said as she walked over to where her mother was taking grocery bags out of the trunk. "Because I ain't gonna play."
"That's the best thing you can do." Anne said as she handed Kim a couple of grocery bags. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Kim said, taking the bags. "I wonder how much longer they're going to keep this up?"
James shrugged as he came over to help unload the car. "Lord knows." he said. "Probably until the next story breaks."
"And who knows when that will be." Kim said as she stepped into the house.
"Exactly." James said as he took a pair of bags from Anne.
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Drakken took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled a blue cloud at the screen. He watched as onscreen CNN replayed the clip of a mushroom cloud erupting with a brilliant flash behind dawn silhouetted mountains in Pennsylvania.
On the bottom of the screen the ticker read "Breaking news: Nuclear weapon detonated in rural Pennsylvania- stay tuned as more develops."
The screen switched to a talking head who was saying something, What Drakken couldn't tell because he had the sound off. He'd already heard what had happened and knew the paticulars, so he was in no mood to hear said talking head repeat herself.
"William, William, William..." Drakken sighed as he flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette and leaned back in his chair. "Rest in pieces, you sick son of a bitch."
Taking another drag on his cigarette, Drakken thought about his old college friend and wondered about his family. He'd kept in sporadic contact with him over the years after college as he and Annette had started their careers with Umbrella.
He hoped that Annette and their daughter had gotten out alive, but he didn't hold out much hope. He knew quite a bit about thermonuclear weapons and their effects, and if the Birkins had been anywhere withing the city limits of Raccoon City, they were almost certainly dead.
"You too, Annette." Drakken added. "You may have been a crazy bitch, but you knew how give a good lay." he added as he got to his feet and walked over to his desk. Taking out the bottle of Wild Turkey he kept in there, he poured himself two fingers worth and raised the glass to the TV. "May you find peace." he said before tossing back the contents.
Exhaling heavily, Drakken shook his head as the bourbon burned its way down to his stomach and he set the glass down. Walking over to a terminal, he called up the communications program and selected Shego from the contacts list.
Choosing audio only for a more secure connection, he hit enter and listened as the computer contacted Shegos communicator. He figured that she was probably still asleep, it being five in the morning on the West Coast, but considering the circumstances, Drakken felt that contacting her was prudent.
He listened as the communicator rang and rang, Shego finally picking up on the seventh ring.
"Yes Doc?" her voice growled over the speakers.
"Are you still in California?" Drakken asked.
"Yes. Why?" Shego asked, clearly irritated.
"I suggest you stay put for a while." Drakken responded. "It's not gonna be safe to travel for a while."
There was a groan and Drakken could her Shego mutter under her breath in French. "What did you do?" she asked with a sigh.
"Nothing." Drakken said in reply. "However, someone just nuked a town in Pennsylvania."
There was silence on the other end for a few moments. "Shego?" Drakken asked.
"You're kidding." Shego asked in response to Drakkens query.
"Mary, mother of God." Shego said quietly.
"Amen." Drakken echoed, crossing himself out of reflex.
"So what are you gonna do?" Shego asked.
Drakken thought for a second and shrugged. "Stay put and keep quiet." he answered. "I'm gonna be meeting with your uncle today to hammer out an assault plan on HenchCo, but that's about it. I'm probably gonna have to postpone it for a bit, seeing as how everybody just went to DefCon 4."
'Probably a good idea." Shego agreed. "I know my parents wont mind a bit I hole up here at home with Ron. They've been bugging me to come and visit for a while anyways."
"Have fun." Drakken said. "I'll be in touch."
"Later Doctor D." Shego said before they broke the connection.
Flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette, Drakken pondered on just what kind of changes to his plan he was going to have to do. After a few moments thought, he decided that the best course of action would be to just scrap it entirely and start fresh.
Sighing, he took another drag and began pulling up files from the server. He had a lot of work ahead of him.
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When Kim had crawled out of bed she had been delighted to find that the media circus had pulled up stakes and moved on. Her delight had been short lived, however. Upon going downstairs she had found her parents staring in horror at the TV.
It had only taken a couple of minutes for her to get filled in on what had happened: a small city in Pennsylvania had been destroyed by a nuclear weapon, for reasons currently unknown. She had stared at the TV in shock for a few minutes, then had reluctantly sat down for breakfast.
Her appetite was mostly gone, so she ended up picking at the bowl of fruit. Kim had managed to get about a quarter of it down when she heard her Kimmunicator ring upstairs. Bolting from the table, she ran upstairs to her room and snatched it up, looking at the display.
'Ron calling' it read. Pressing the talk button, she accepted the call.
"What's the sitch, Ron?" she asked as soon as her friend appeared onscreen.
"Right now, not much." Ron answered. "Other than it looks like I'm gonna be stuck here in California for the next week."
"What- how come?" Kim asked. "Is it because of what happened in Pennsylvania?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah." he answered. "With all air traffic grounded and the Air Force doing combat air patrols there's a good chance we'd get spotted, and Shego says there's no way in hell she'd be able to beat a Sidewinder in her hovercraft."
Kim nodded. 'That makes sense." she said. "Have you told your parents yet?" she asked.
"I left a message on the machine." Ron said in a deadpan voice. "I told them basicly what I told you, minus the Shego part."
'Okay." Kim said.
"By the way, have you heard anything from Wade?" Ron asked.
Kim shook her head. "No, not yet." she answered. "Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking you could ask him to figure out a way for Shego and I to get back to Middleton in a low key sort of way." Ron answered. "Just in case."
Kim nodded. "That's not a bad idea." she said. "Hopefully they let air traffic resume soon."
"Hopefully." Ron echoed. "I gotta go now. Glad to see your okay KP."
"Likewise." Kim replied. "I'll talk to Wade for you."
"Thanks KP." Ron said. "Bye." he added before hanging up.
"Bye." Kim answered before the connection was broke.
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Wandering into the kitchen, Augustin happened to glance out the back window and saw his daughter on the uneven bars with Ron sitting underneath a nearby tree watching her.
"Oh, that's where they got to." Agustin said as her refilled his coffee pot.
Seated at the table Margux looked up from her crossword puzzle. "Yes. Sheena was feeling a little worked up so she decided to do a light workout to relax." she said.
"So I see." Agustin said as he replaced the coffee pot back on the burner. "I must say, it's nice having her back in the house."
Margux nodded as she went back to her crossword. "It is." she said. "It was too empty with just us and Mary here." she added.
As if in agreement with her the chandelier in the dining room tinkled as it suddenly swayed back and forth.
"So I've noticed." Agustin said before sipping his coffee. "So, what do you think of him?" he asked.
"You mean Ron?" Margux asked as she sat her crossword down. "He's nice enough, if a tad young."
Agustin nodded as he leaned against the counter and watched the two lovebirds in the yard. "True- but he seems mature enough. And he and Sheena complement each other extremely well."
"That is true." Margux said as she picked up her own mug of coffee. "I know Mary likes him, so I have no problem with him. And I know you don't have a problem with him, seeing as how he's still alive."
Agustin chuckled. "You know all to well, my love." he said. "I'll be proud to call him my son in law."
Margux arched an eyebrow at her husband. "Isn't that a little presumptuous?" she asked.
Agustin turned and gave his wife a knowing smile. "Not really." he said. "My instincts tell me so. And they are never wrong, remember."
Margux nodded. "That is true." she admitted. "So, O wise seer, when are they to be wed?"
Agustin looked back out the window at them and took a sip of coffee. "A year, I reckon." he said. "Give or take a couple of months."
Margux smiled and leaned back in her chair. "What about grandchildren?" she asked.
"I'd say it's quite possible." Agustin answered.
"I'm holding you to that." Margux said. "After all, it's not like Herbert is going to be settling down with a girl, and Michael is a professional bachelor, and as for the twins, it's gonna be a few more years before they even become interested in girls."
"Duly noted." Agustin said. 'I just hope it isn't too soon. I'm not quite ready to be a grandfather just yet."
"Same here." Margux agreed. "At least until the twins are in high school- and speaking of them, it's high time they came home to see their parents."
"What about the other two?" Agustin asked. "Or do you not want to have to redecorate again?"
"What do you think?" Margux asked. "You know how well Sheena gets along with Herbert and Max."
Agustin rolled his eyes at the mention of his oldest three children's long standing state of war with each other. "Like the Liverpool and Manchester United fan clubs." he said.
"Exactly." Margux said. "I'm still trying to figure out how come he turned out like that. I know I didn't raise him to be that way." she added in an exasperated tone. "That reminds me, I had better call him, to let him know we're going to be stopping by."
Agustin nodded as Margux got up to use the phone.
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Shego landed with a thump in a perfect dismount. She held postion for a moment, then sighed contentedly and relaxed.
"Muuuch better." she said.
In his postion under a tree Ron chuckled as he tossed Shego a towel. "Here." he said.
"Thanks." Shego said as she caught the towel. "Toss me my water too, would ya?"
"Sure." Ron said and he flung the water bottle to his girlfriend. "You look a lot more relaxed now, you know that?"
Patting the sweat off of her, Shego nodded. "Yeah." she said. "I loved being gymnastics when I was a kid. If it hadn't been for the comet I think I would have given them a serious go."
Ron arched an eye brow as Shego draped the towel around her shoulders and unscrewed the cap on the water bottle. "You didn't want to be a green gymnast?" he asked.
Shego shook her head as she took a long swig. Taking the bottle from her lips she looked at Ron. "No, Hego thought up Team Go." she answered. "It's kind of hard to keep seceret identities when you've a green sister competing in local gymnastic events."
"True." Ron said. "You never wanted to be a superhero, did you?"
Shego nodded. "Bingo. It was Hego's dream, and I got roped into it." she said, then cocked an ear towards the house. "Huh, and speaking of Hego, Mama's on the phone with him."
"How can you-" Ron started to ask, but Shego held up a hand.
"Listen." she said.
Ron copied her and cocked his head to one side. He could faintly hear her mother yelling in what sounded like Vietnamese."
"Is that Vietnamese?" he asked.
Shego nodded as she walked over to where Ron sat. "Yep." she answered. "That's how my brothers and I knew we were in trouble when we were little. Mom switched from French to Vietnamese."
Ron nodded as Shego sat down next to him. "That's right, French was your home language." he said, getting a nod from Shego.
"That's why I told Mama and Papa to speak in English while we were here." Shego said. "Other wise you wouldn't know what was going on."
"Thank you." Ron said. "I wonder why she's calling Hego?"
Shego thought for a moment. "She probably wants to pick up the Wegos for the weekend." she said "And knowing my dear oldest brother, he's probably being stubborn about it, probably also saying that because of what happened in Pennsylvania team Go should be on alert, etc, etc, etc."
"I see." Ron said as Shego took a swig from her water. "You know, you're right. Hego really needs a boyfriend." he added, making her squirt water out her nose.
"That's true." Shego spluttered as she wiped her face. "God, hard to believe I used to steal Playgirls from him."
Ron looked at Shego with a look of amazement. "You swiped porno from Hego?" he asked.
"What?" Shego asked. "It's not like I was gonna swipe Megos Hustlers."
"It's not that." Ron answered. "It's just, well, you're a girl."
"Really?" Shego asked sarcastically, looking down at herself. "I couldn't tell."
"I thought girls didn't do that." Ron said. "I mean, from the way Kim and her friends rant about it, you'd think that it was one of the biggest evils on the face of the planet."
Shego snickered. "Yeah, and what does the Princess do whenever a pretty boy wanders by?" she asked.
Ron opened his mouth to say something, then thought for a moment. "You know..." he said "That's hypocritical."
"Uh -huh." Shego said. "Some of us girls are like that."
"Hm." Ron said. "I think I'll point that out the next time the subject comes up."
"Better be prepared to run." Shego said as she leaned up against Ron.
"I always am." Ron answered. "It's a necessity when you grow up around Kim."
"Ah." Shego said. "Speaking of porn, what's in your stash?"
''Weeellll...." Ron said "This is going to sound like a complete and total lie, but I don't have one."
"Riiiight." Shego said. "Sure you don't."
"No, it's true!" Ron protested. "I can't have one, not with Kim! She'd find it for sure."
Shego arched an eyebrow at Ron. "You can't just hide it on your computer?"
"Wade." Ron pointed out. "He'd find it and tell Kim. She has him wrapped around her finger."
Shego nodded, as Ron had a point. "That's true, she does...." she said as Margux stuck her head out the back door. "Hi Mama." she called out to her mother.
"Hi Sheena." Margux answered "Your father and I are going to pick up the twins- we're going to be gone for about an hour."
''Okay Mama." Shego answered. "Have fun.''
Margux waved and nodded as she ducked back inside. Shego looked at the door for a moment longer, then turned back to Ron with a "fox grin".
"Heeey..." she said. "We're gonna have the house to ourself for an hour and I'm feeling frisky..."
''Huh?" Ron asked, a confused look on his face. "What are you talking about- ohhh..." he added as it dawned on him as to what Shego had in mind. "Me too."
Shego smiled lasciviously and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth. "My room?" she asked.
"Deal."
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Drakken looked across the table at Captain Fritz Kronnig, the mercenary uncle to Shego and until very early this morning, one of the most hunted men on the planet.
"You want to go ahead with the plan on the original timetable?" Drakken asked. "With the country at DEFCON 4?"
Captain Kronnig nodded. "Yes." he answered.
Drakken nodded and thought about it for a few seconds before he responded. "Okay.... I'm not trying to sound rude here or anything, but you mind explaining as to just why you want to do something like that?" he asked.
Kronnig chuckled dryly and nodded once. "A wise question." he said dryly. "The reason why is that Hench Co won't be expecting an attack due to the heightened government presence due to the Raccoon City event."
Drakken nodded, as Kronnig did have a point. "Okay, but, ah, wouldn't said government presence notice us if we do that?" he asked. "It kind of defeats the purpose of this exercise if they catch us."
"That is true, Doctor." Kronnig admitted. "However, the government is looking terrorists, not a SWAT team."
Drakken blinked as what Kronnig said made the pieces fall into place. "Heh." he said. "It's so simple. I would never have thought of that."
"It's the KISS principle, as you Americans put it." Kronnig added. "It's the principle I learned from my time as a NCO."
"I see."Drakken said. "Now, are there any changes you want to make to the plan?" he asked.
"A few." Kronnig answered, pulling a slip of paper from his shirt pocket. "I jotted them down for you." he added, sliding the slip of paper over to Drakken.
Drakken took the paper and unfolded it. Running over the list quickly, he arched an eyebrow and looked up at Kronnig. "That's it?" he asked, getting a nod from him. "Okay. These will be easy to put into place."
"Thank you." Kronnig replied. "So, we're a go?"
"We're a go." Drakken said, extending a hand across the table to Kronnig.
'Then I look forward to seeing you in two days." Kronnig said as he got up.
"Likewise." Drakken answered.
He watched as the mercenary captain saw himself out. As soon as he was sure Kronnig was gone, Drakken leaned back and let loose with diabolical laugh he had been holding in since Kronnig explained his position.
Ten solid minutes of laughing later, he had gotten it out of his system and stopped. "Whew!" he said to the two worker Synthodrones as he was wiping the sweat from his brow. "I think if I held that in any longer I was going to explode."
The two Synthodrones looked at him for a few moments without comprehension, then looked at each other, and shrugged. Making sense of Drakkens behavior patterns wasn't their problem- stacking stuff was.
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"Go say hi to your sister." Agustin said as he opened the passenger side rear door on his Cadillac and let Marc and Anthony Goizargi, aka the Wegos, scramble out. "And no using your powers in the house!" he yelled as they went sextuple and thundered onto the porch.
Margux sighed as she got out of the car. "You'd think that after already raising two boys and one tomgirl I'd know better than keep those two cooped in the back seat for forty -five minutes." she said as she walked to the trunk.
"They're just excited to see Sheena." Agustin said as he closed the rear door and pressed the trunk release on his key fob. "Remember, Sheena does get along with them, remember?"
"Oui, I remember." Margux said as she took out a couple of plastic bags. "One can hardly forget arguments that are Olympian in intensity."
Agustin laughed as he took the other two bags in the trunk out. "There's a reason why Sheena is my little Fury." he said, shifting both the bags to one hand and shutting the trunk.
"Well, she'll always be my little Tinkerbell to me." Margux said in a mock huff.
They both laughed as they walked inside the house. Inside they found the boys sitting in the kitchen, sitting at the table looking somewhat dazed.
"You say hello to your sister yet?" Agustin asked as they came in.
Both boys shook their heads. "No." Marc said. "She was busy."
"Doing what?" Agustin asked as he and Margux set the bags on the counter.
He winced as three loud shrieks came from the upstairs.
"That." Anthony said in a small voice.
Agustin and Margux looked at each other with a pained expression, then back to the boys. "Everybody out." Margux said, shooing the boys out of their chairs and towards the back door. "We'll talk about this outside."
"Oh man, not another talk." complained Marc as they went out the back door. "We hate those."
"Is this going to be like when we were four and we came downstairs and found you and Dad in the-" Anthony started to ask.
''Yes." Agustin and Margux said simultaneously, cutting off both boys.
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Drakken strode confidently through the wrecked and demolished offices of Hench Co, a Louisville Slugger balanced on one shoulder. Here and there, he could see huddled groups of people kneeling on the floor with their hands on the back of their heads, guarded by some of Captain Kronnig's troopers.
A few of the walls had clusters of bullet holes in them, and he could see a body lying on the floor near a desk, a P90 lying a few feet away.
"This way Doctor." the young trooper -a Scotsman- he was following said, pointing to his right.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Drakken followed the Scot as he led him down a hallway into a well appointed reception area. He whistled in appreciation as he looked over the hard wood paneling and thick shag carpeting that made up the decor.
Marring the decor was a cluster of bullet holes in the paneling behind the receptionist's desk and a large smear of blood leading down to the floor.
"What happened there?" Drakken asked, pointing at the bullet holes with his bat.
The trooper looked over at where Drakken was pointing and nodded. "Ach, that." he said. "The bloody secretary shot our Sargent with a Walther."
Drakken's eyebrows rose when he heard that. "He okay?" he asked.
"Aye. His trauma plate stopped it easily enough- it was just a .380." the Scotsman answered as they headed to the office proper. "Bloody shame we had to waste the girl though. She was a looker." he added, pointing with his left hand as they passed by the desk.
Drakken glanced over and saw that the Scotsman was right, she was a looker, a trim brunette in glasses in a lavender blouse and charcoal skirt with a dozen bullet holes in her, a PPK lying a few inches from her hand.
"Yep." Drakken said as they passed by.
Pushing open the office door, the Scot stepped aside to let Drakken pass. Inside the office, he found Kronnig along with four of his men standing around Jack Hench, who was lying on the floor of his office with his wrists bound behind his back.
"Hello Jack." Drakken said with a grin as he entered.
"Drakken?" Hench asked incredulously. "You're the one behind this?"
"Yep." replied Drakken, his getting bigger. "Not bad for a dumb Polack, don't ya think?"
Hench gaped at him. "Y-you invaded my headquarters because I insulted you?" he asked.
"Nope." Drakken said with a shake of his head. "I invaded your headquarters because of a specific insult." he added as he began to pace. "You see, there's a reason why insulting my Polish ancestry is a bit of a hot button issue for me- you want to know why it's such an issue with me?"
Hench scowled up at Drakken as he paced. "No, but you're probably going to tell me anyways because you're a supervillian."
"Heeey, you got one right!" Drakken said, smacking the bat into the palm of his hand "Give this man a cigar!' he added as he stopped pacing and walked over to where Hench lay on the floor. Crouching down he looked Hench in the eye as he continued. "Anyways, the reason is because of where I grew up, for you see, I grew up in Jersey. Specifically, a nice little town near the Turnpike, mostly a mix of WASPs and Italians, with a small community of Poles."
"And let me guess, they made fun of you because of it?" Hench asked dryly.
Drakken chuckled and leaned closer to Hench. "Yep. Mainly because the Polish community was a recent addition, having shown up after World War Two." he said, a glint of mania in his eyes. "My father and uncle were among them. They'd survived the Blitzkrieg, most of their family were killed by the Nazi's, and the Russians killed the rest.
They snuck out of Poland with the clothes on their backs, emigrated here, and busted their asses to start own salvage yard. And since this was in Jersey, and there was an Italian American community, guess who showed up to strong arm them?"
Hench didn't like the look that was coming into Drakkens eyes as he talked. "The Mob?" he asked, forcing himself to remain cool and not show that he was starting to get creeped out by Drakken.
Drakken nodded. "Bingo." he said. "And after all they had been through, a few two bit thugs didn't scare them. So to make a long story short, after a few dozen bodies the Mob learned to back off and left them alone. Not that it made things any easier for me and my cousin.
Like I said, Italians and WASPs. The WASPs looked down their noses at us because we were immigrants kids and the Wops looked down at us because they were here before us. So, needless to say, you can imagine what kind of things I was called.
And I've told you about my father and uncle, and what they went through and what they did for a living. So you know what Ed and I's response to such things were."
Hench swallowed involuntarily before he responded. He hadn't figured that Drakken of all people could be this scary. "Violent, I imagine." he said.
Drakken nodded. "Oh yeah. Extremely." he said. "There's a very good reason why I act the way I do, Hench. And now I'm going to show you why." he added before springing to his feet and bringing the bat back. "Batter up!"
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