Chapter 3 The Kidnapper
"So, there you are," said a female voice from another corner of the room.
Instantly Shego was in a defensive position, her hands powered up. The other person was just a shadow, and Shego could just barely tell where she was.
"If you had just waited a few minutes, you could have saved all that effort," said the stranger.
"I don't like being trapped," said Shego, not relaxing a bit. "Are you the one who brought me here?"
"Yes, I'm responsible," was the answer.
"Then I'm gonna take it out on you. Come out into the light," Shego demanded.
The figure moved to the middle of the room, and Shego's jaw dropped. She forgot to attack, and instead stared wide-eyed.
The woman was tall and well-built. Snow white hair framed a shapely face. A purple-and-yellow striped headband held a green stone.
She wore what looked to Shego like a harem girl's costume. A wide golden band rested on her shoulders, connected to a golden brassier. Gold bands adorned her forearms. A wide golden belt with another green stone circled her waist, holding up a filmy purple skirt split up the sides all the way to her waist. She wore purple slippers.
Her skin was so black it didn't reflect the light in the room. But the strangest thing about her was her face. Large pale blue eyes regarded Shego. She had a purple stripe below her eyes that hinted at a nose, but there was no sign of a mouth.
"All right, Miss No-Face, prepare to get your butt kicked," said Shego, recovering her wits.
"If you insist," said the woman, taking a defensive position.
With a yell, Shego lept to the attack, and the fight was on.
For ten minutes, they tore up the room, punching, kicking, dodging, using anything at hand as a weapon. The woman was good, but Shego was better.
Seeing an opportunity, Shego kicked her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She lay on the floor, gasping for breath. Shego knelt astride her.
The woman's eyes widened. "Don't...please..." she gasped.
"Too late for that! Now for the Big Finish!" she raised her right hand, powering it up, and prepared to end the fight permanently.
There was a cold, metallic tap on her shoulder. "I wouldn't advise that," said a deep voice.
Shego looked over her shoulder to find three robots holding lethal-looking weapons on her.