Drakken paced back and forth in front of his next plot, one that he was sure would succeed where the others had failed. He checked the final adjustments to the hosts golf cart, smiling at his work on the engine and the tracking signal lock he had built into it.
Once he planted the tracking device on his unsuspecting victim, nothing would stop that cart from locking onto him the next time the cart was started, driving right into Ghostwhiter. Then, once it had made contact, the metallic arms would spring forth, latching onto their target and drive off and out of the building. If his calculations were correct, the cart would take Ghostwhiter on a joyride right into Lake Middleton. And there was nothing, NOTHING, that could stop this one.
With a silent chuckle, Drakken weaved his way back to his seat, his eyes locked onto Ghostwhiter, who's back was to him at the moment. As he walked by, he gently patted Ghostwhiter on the shoulder, planting his little bug that would draw the cart to it's target, and Drakken's smile at the thought was positively evil.
Unseen by Drakken though, Shego had seen his little move. Wrapping her arm around her date's shoulder, she plucked the bug gently off the material of his coat and tossed it behind her, unconcerned with who it might have attached itself to. She smiled to Ghostwhiter, before turning that same smile to Drakken, who just looked to her with confusion.