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Chapter 1: Infested Waters

As Doctor Drew Lipsky pulled his unmarked sedan into the parking lot of the undisclosed Hinobi safehouse, an excited knot was forming in his stomach. Gathering up his suitcase, which he had meticulously packed the night before, he paused only to check his messy black mullet in the mirror. Then, he practically skipped up the steps to the door. He idled momentarily, as the security system scanned his dark retinas, but then continued his eager jaunt into the building.

As Drew entered, he brushed past the small cluster of white-clad Glitch Techs who were hovering near the water cooler. However, he didn't get far before a senior tech flagged him down. "Ah. There you are, Doctor. Finally."

"Yes," Drew said, not bothering to hide his distaste as he looked the Glitch Tech up and down. "Doctor Drew Lipsky, p.h.D. Whom do I have the burden- I mean, pleasure of working with?"

The agent scoffed.

"Special Agent Youngblood. Glitch Techs. Squad One."

"Wonderful," Drew said flatly. "Now, on to more important matters. The woman, the thief? She's here?"

"Yes."

"Subdued?"

Youngblood shook his head. "She didn't stay out for long. We're lucky we have those cyber-restraints on hand. She might have smashed her way out of the holding room otherwise."

"Show me this holding room," Drew said. Youngblood jerked his head, signaling over his shoulder. Without another word, Drew strode over to the room. Beside the door there was a wide, rectangular pane of glass. Inside of the room there was a pair of chairs on either side of a simple metal table. At the table sat a woman wearing a grey and green prisoner jumpsuit, as well as hi-tech restraints on her hands and neck. Drew frowned.

"You have her chained like a dog," he said reproachfully. Youngblood shrugged, and Drew sighed. "Alright. I'm going in. I'm turning off the two-way glass for the next hour, so that our guest might have some privacy."

"That's ridiculous," Youngblood objected.

"You've done your job, Agent Youngblood," Drew said, hitching up his briefcase. "Now. Let me do mine."

Youngblood restrained a growl as Drew entered the holding room, but once the door closed, he just shook his head, and walked off down the hall.

Shego watched as the doctor entered the room, one slender black eyebrow quirked up. As the door closed behind him, he gave a sheepish smile, as if he were nervous or excited. Shego crossed her arms as well as she could with the bulky restraints on her hands. The doctor sat down in the chair opposite her, placing his briefcase on the table looking at her with a combination of sadness and excitement. Shego wrinkled her nose.

"Dude. What's with your face?" She said. The doctor looked puzzled, and sat up straight, touching his nose.

"What? Is there something in my teeth?"

"No, your expression! You look like a puppy dog about to pee himself. Listen, cut to the chase, will you?" Shego said, exasperated. She turned to the mirror, which she knew was two way glass. "Who hired this guy?"

"The glass," the doctor said, opening his briefcase and pulling out a manila folder teeming with papers. "Is off. I thought you might enjoy a little privacy."

Shego was surprised by that. The doctor pulled a pair of small, round spectacles out of the front pocket of his blazer, and stuck them on his nose as he read through the files. Eventually, he found what he needed, and placed it before him, finally producing a pen, with which he began to scratch notes.

"She-go," he said, glancing up at her for confirmation. "Your name, right? I'm Doctor Drew Lipsky. That's quite the name; Shego."

"It's the one I got," the woman said aloofly.

"I must say, you have quite an impressive resume, Miss Shego. Burglary, grand theft, armed robbery, various cases of arson…" As Drew trailed off, Shego yawned. Drew glanced up from the paperwork again, and found that she was looking at him with a dull expression. "Oh, am I boring you?"

"You're tellin' me stuff we both already know, doc," Shego said.

Drew made a face that said Fair enough. Then, he produced a small spiral notebook, licking his finger and flipping to the next blank page.

"Very well. Then let's get to the things we don't know, shall we?" The doctor said. "Where did you acquire these superhuman abilities? Or, more importantly, why have you been using them to pull off elaborate heists?"

Shego snorted.

"Something funny?" Drew asked.

"Nothing. It's just that you have no idea what you're talking about."

"No?" The doctor leaned back in his chair, and steepled his hands. "Enlighten me then."

Shego opened her mouth to retaliate. Something about his smug, upturned expression was driving her up the wall. However, she held her tongue. She knew this game. The doctor was goading her, poking at her pride in order to get her to spill.

"Almost got me," Shego said, waggling a finger at Drew, who simply shrugged, still holding his poker face.

"Got you what? We're having a conversation."

"That's not something people say."

"Shego," Drew said, folding up his glasses and looking her square in the eyes. She stared back, unimpressed. "I have to stress this to you: if you want to make it out of here with your memory untampered with and your body not floating in the bottom of the Caribbean, you are going to have to start being very honest with me."

Shego rolled her eyes. "Yeah, ok Doctor Mullet."

"I'm quite serious," Drew said. "I've been monitoring your case for a long time. We still know very, very little about the supernatural and superhuman here at Hinobi. I can barter your information with the people upstairs… They have a lot of reasons to want to make you disappear, Shego."

"Why should I trust you? You work for them."

Drew gave her a sympathetic smile.

"You don't have much of a choice, I'm afraid."

Shego growled. She wanted with all of her being to lash out and thrash this egg head. She even struggled against her restraints, trying to charge up her emerald green plasma, but the Hinobi tech held firm. Drew waited for her breathing to steady. Eventually, she seemed to resign, and lean back in her chair like a pouting teen sitting in front of the principle.

"What do you want to know?"

"Excellent," Drew said. "Progress. Well, let's start slowly, shall we? How long have you had your abilities?"

Shego shrugged. "Since I was a teenager."

"And where did they come from?" Drew asked, now frantically scribbling notes once more.

"A magic space rock."

"Extra… terrestrial… rock…" Drew said. "What did you do with them at first?"

"At first… At first, we were just trying to figure out what happened to us. It was like, our relatively normal lives were just flipped upside down. Nothing was the same. None of us had ever really had it easy in life, but suddenly it was like disaster after disaster."

"You keep saying 'we'," Drew pointed out. "Who are you referring to?"

Shego seemed to pause, her eyes going distant, as if contemplating whether or not she wanted to continue.

"My… my brothers," she said.

"They have powers, too? Like yours."

"Each of us has… had, a different one," Shego said. "Hego had super strength. Mego could shrink his size, and the twins could duplicate themselves."

Drew continued his rapid-fire notetaking. "That's quite the line up of abilities. Where are they now?"

"That's a long story," Shego said. Drew smiled, and gestured widely with his hands.

"I've got nothing but time," he said. "Why don't you just take it from the top."

Shego looked him up and down. Despite her own instincts, something about this messy, dark-eyed man put her at ease. She felt like she could trust him; and she didn't trust anyone. Drew simply looked at her earnestly, showing nothing but his genuine curiosity. That made her sigh turn into a slight chuckle.

"Fine… I guess I should start with the first time we found something on patrol."

"Patrol?" Drew asked. "Ah, looking for armored cars to hi-jack?"

"Oh, nobody told you, doc?" Shego said. Drew raised an eyebrow, and Shego's small grin became a wide, superior smile. "I used to be a superhero."

We started on the street level. Go City was sort of used to us by that point, but we had learned to stick to our city. Other places wouldn't react too well to a bunch of color coordinated costumed weirdos walking around the block. However, most of the people of Go City didn't mind us. What can I say, it was the 90's.

We'd get a few punks who thought we weren't the real deal; Hego dealt with them. Every so often we might have a college kid or fast food worker come up and thank us. Mego made sure to thank them for thanking him. It was rare, though, for us to find any real trouble.

That night was different.

"You see that?" Mego said, from the head of the group. He was clad in his signature purple. "Weird crowd at the end of that block. Should we check it out?"

"It might be a street fight," Hego said.

"Cool!" The twins said at the same time.

"Let's see what this is all about," I said.

We walked towards the crowd, and to my surprise, I saw a few stragglers break from the pack and come towards us. Hego straightened up, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Hey," one guy said, looking pale like he was about to be sick. "You guys are those, like, superheroes or whatever, right?"

I snorted. Hego gave me a stern look, and then smiled confidently at the man.

"Yes," he said. "We're Team Go. What's happening?"

"This lady, she's hurt, she… it's… you gotta come see," the guy said, waving at them to follow as he started back towards the main crowd.

"It's really bad," another guy said as we got closer.

"They all look like they've seen a ghost," I muttered.

As we got closer, the bulk of the crowd split so that we gained access to the inside of the circle. What I saw was gruesome. I'll spare you the grim details, but suffice to say there was only about three-fourths of a lady left. Something big had taken a bite out of her.

"Did anybody see what did this?" Hego asked the crowd. Most of the people had arrived after the fact, and all of them seemed frightened. Eventually one woman spoke up: she'd seen it go off into a nearby alley. Hego gave her a reassuring look. "Can you describe it to us?"

"You won't believe me," she said. Hego smiled grimly,

"Try me."

"It was… like… a huge shark."

Next thing you know, all of us are running off towards this dusty old alleyway. Hego said it was so that we could stop this thing quickly. I was pretty sure it was because cops would be arriving soon, and they tended to assume the worst about us and crime scenes. Once in the alleyway, we fanned out, back to back, trying to catch a glimpse of the supposed shark monster.

It was Mego who found it. "Guys?"

I instantly lit my hand up with the glowy green stuff, illuminating the alleyway. Mego was pointing towards the ground. Following his hand, I saw what the fuss was about: an open manhole cover. I looked to Hego, and I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

"Oh, come on, Hego," I said. "Please-"

"We have to go down there," Hego said. "It's probably hiding out in the sewers."

Despite my better judgement and constant verbal disagreement, it was decided. We went into the sewers after the shark monster. So, there we were, sloshing our way through ankle deep sewage. I can't even tell you how long it took to get the smell out of my costume after. Anyway, we were down there for maybe ten minutes before we started to hear the noises. Distant splashing, at first, but then there was muffled screaming as well. We started running towards it.

The monster was just as horrible as I had been expecting. It was like some kind of freakazoid shark, but it walked on two legs, like a gonzo tyrannosaurus. Its beady red eyes reflected against the minimal light, and it took notice of us as it devoured its latest victim. I had to avoid looking at the mess underneath it.

"Is that a mutant-?" One of the twins asked.

"-or an alien?" The other asked.

"AR-MAH-GOOHN!" The shark let out a terrifying roar of challenge that almost sounded like words.

"You heard it," I said, charging up both of my fists. "It's an Armagon."

"Team Go," Hego said. "Let's go!"

We burst into action. Up until that point we had been trying to gain mastery over the powers that had been forced on us. Only after we had gone on patrol a few times, doing more harm than good, did Hego start dragging everyone to 'mandatory glow training.'

That's what its called, by the way. My powers? We just called it 'the glow'. I saw that stupid look on your face, like you were gonna ask a question.

Anyway, I usually complained about having to go to superpower practice, but that day, I had never been more thankful for the training. The Armagon shark came barreling towards me like a torpedo with teeth. I tried to ignore its muscly, humanoid legs. I tried to ignore how they ran of webbed feet, ending with claws. As a matter of fact, I more or less just tried to tune out the fact that I was fighting an awful shark monster in a New Jersey sewer.

It was a pretty hectic fight, from what I remember. I was dodging shark teeth most of the time. At one point, I was tail-smacked and thrown into the water. Disgusting. Also, did you know that shark skin is rough? Well, I didn't until that day. I felt like I got smacked in the face with a tractor-sized roll of sandpaper. As I picked myself up, Hego and an army of twins were grappling with the shark, and Mego was nowhere to be seen. Angrily, I threw myself back in the fight.

Amidst the chaotic scuffle I managed to grab the Armagon's dorsal fin. It didn't like that. With another roar of "AHR-MAH-GOHN!" he dove into the deeper sewage, shaking off Hego and dispersing the twins. I, however, managed to hang on, and I barely had a second to take a breath before we plunged into the murky water. From there, I rode on the worst water slide of my life, clinging onto this sandpaper-y dorsal fin as we rocketed through the sewer system.

Eventually, with a splash, we came shooting out of a huge pipe, and blasting out into the bay of Go City. The briny seawater made me squint, but as we ripped along the surface of the ocean, a voice shouted. No, not in my head: my ear.

"Yo, Sis!" The voice said. "There's a bunch of civilians on the beach. Look's like some kinda concert."

"Mego?!" I shouted against the spray of seawater and the Armagon's angry roar. I looked around in confusion, before I spotted my younger brother. He had shrunk down to the size of an action figure, and was hanging onto my hair for dear life. Before he could respond, we suddenly plunged under the water again, as the Armagon tried angrily to shake us off.

This time, it worked, and I was shaken off, my hands bleeding from holding onto the rough dorsal fin for so long. I was cast into the open ocean, and the shark was WAY faster than I was. I frantically shot to the surface, but this thing could move in the water like nobody's business. I charged my legs up with the glow, and as it reared up to chomp me in half, I kicked as hard as I could at the Armagon's snout. Even against the water resistance, my enhanced strength was enough to flip the shark's lid, sending it reeling for a moment.

As an added bonus, I used the force of pushing off of the Armagon to propel myself closer to the shore. I swam like a demon. I was always the best swimmer of the team, but I was nothing compared to an actual shark with soccer player legs. Luckily, a hit square on the nose from my glow empowered kick was enough to daze the Armagon. I scrambled onto the beach, dripping and terrified, and to my confusion I was met with applause. I quickly realized that the applause was not for me.

"Alright, guys, that was my latest little number. I call that one 'I Think I Need A Little Change!' Now, this next one is gonna be the last jam of the night. It's a cover of a pretty popular tune. Hold onto your socks!"

A cute guy in his 20's, with long, wild hair and his ear's pierced, was shouting into a microphone. He was standing on a little stage that he had no doubt crafted himself, with all of his sound equipment crammed into the back of his van, just like Mego had said. He had a decent little crowd built up, for how homegrown his set-up was.

Too bad his concert was about to get rain-checked by a shark monster.

"It was… it was September…" The guy started to sing. "Wind blows… the dead leaves fall…"

"AAAAHRR-MAHGON!" the Armagon roared from the shoreline. He had swam up with startling speed, and was now maintaining the same speed on land, running after me like a demonic dinosaur.

One by one, the concert goers realized the peril that they were in, and screams erupted across the beach as they ran off in every direction. The performer, apparently named "Mister Universe" (I still laugh to this day about that one), said something like "oh, shit", and then shoved his whole kit into the van before driving away, kicking up sand.

"At least they were smart enough to run," I muttered, as I turned to face the charging Armagon.

"I wish I could say the same about us," Mego said from my shoulder. "Look out!"

I flinched as the jaws of the giant shark were suddenly right before us! It was too fast! I threw my arms up, bracing for impact… but there was none. I winked an eye open, and saw the Armagon snapping at the air, inches from my face, a frustrated rage in its eyes. Then, I looked past the shark, and saw what was holding it back.

"Not so fast, Armagon!" Hego shouted, as he held the monster's tail with his glowing blue arms.

Then, with a mighty heave, Hego sent the mutant fish sailing overhead, before it hit the sand with a heavy thud.

"Dogpile!" A sudden chorus of voices chimed out.

Next thing I knew, the beach was swarming with little dudes in red. The twins, using their cloning ability, had created dozens of doppelgangers, and the entire horde came crashing down on Armagon. The monster struggled at first, and even destroyed a few clone-twins in a puff of smoke, but eventually, it went down under shear numbers. Once the creature was subdued, Hego grabbed a nearby metal umbrella and bent it around the Armagon's jaws like a muzzle.

"Job well done, team," Hego said, dusting off his hands.

"Yeah," Mego said, suddenly hopping off of my shoulder and reverting back to regular size. "Great job! Especially me."

"You literally didn't do anything," I said. Mego shrugged.

"That's what you might have seen," he said. "I was helping behind the scenes."

"Oh, sure," I said.

Just then, the air was filled with the sounds of sirens, and flashing lights in blue and red. Cops, as well as coast guard ships, were swarming towards our portion of the beach. We all turned to Hego, who, while troubled, bowed his head and gave us the verdict.

"Alright, Team Go," he said. "Let's leave. Our job here is done."

Drew leaned back, looking down at his notes, as Shego finished her story. The woman raised a dark eyebrow as the doctor tapped his lips with his pen.

"Well," Drew said, "sounds like you were quite the team."

Shego eyes, which had held a sparkle of nostalgia as she recounted their efforts, suddenly became clouded with dark thoughts. There was far more to the story, Drew knew, and they were only scratching the surface. She had told him a lot, though, and he thought maybe, if he asked gently, he might learn just a bit more.

"So, then what happened?" Drew asked. Shego paused, but then shook her head.

"Maybe next time, Doc," she said. "I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm sick of talking."

Internally, Drew sighed. However, he also knew that he couldn't rush this kind of progress. So, externally, he gave her a gentle smile, and began to pack his things back into his briefcase. "OK. We'll pick up here again tomorrow; does that sound good?"

"Whatever," Shego said, as he went to the doorway. "Not like I'm going anywhere."

Drew laughed at her joke, which Shego wasn't sure she liked. Then, the Doctor was gone, and Shego was alone with her thoughts.

She wasn't sure she liked that, either.