Chapter 9 Sabotage
Shego and Dodgers played cat-and-mouse through the ship for some time. At one point, she found the Cadet dressed as Dodgers, complete with fake duck bill, which didn't fool her for a second.
This was a great relief to the Cadet, who let her tie him up without a struggle. But she couldn't get him to say where Dodgers was hiding,
so continued the search, every sense she had straining to the limit for any hint.
One thing's for sure, she thought, he's very good at hiding.
Moving slowly down a corridor, she suddenly stopped. Looking to her left, she saw a hatch. Written on it was "MEN". 'He CAN'T be THAT dumb,'
she thought, but went inside anyway. It was empty and quiet, except for the drip of water from a leaky faucet.
Quietly she stepped over to the closest stall, and slammed open the door. Nothing. The second one: nothing. She opened the third and last stall. Nothing. She waited, not making a sound.
Suddenly, from behind the door, an eye peeked around the corner. He was hanging onto the coathook. He saw Shego, and the eye grew wide.
"Hi, there!" she said, powering up her claw, "Long time, no see."
"Miss me?" asked Dodgers, "Please?"
"Mmmm...no," said Shego, and raked the door where he was.
Somehow, though, she missed him, and before she could react, he was out of the room and gone, yelling all the way.
"Man, he's fast. Guess that's why his name is Dodgers," she said.
The door opened. "No, actually it really is my family name," said Dodgers, looking in.
"AAAAAARRGGG!! Yelled Shego, and started after him again.
Finally she had him trapped in the same hold she had arrived in. He was cowering against the far bulkhead as she stepped closer.
"Can't we talk about this?" asked Dodgers.
"Okay, we can talk until I reach you," answered Shego, powering up her claws.
"Gulp. O-okay, what's this about, anyway?" asked Dodgers.
"I was hired to get rid of you, that's all," said Shego.
"Oh, so you AREN'T that girl from Atlas VII," said Dodgers.
"Nope. Next question."
"Why don't you...LOOK OUT!" said Dodgers, looking up.
"Hah, oldest trick in the book. And here I thought you were good," she answered, and raised a claw.
A crate landed on Shego, smashing open as it did. Rolls of toilet paper flew in all directions.
"Whew, what in incredibly lucky thing to happen," said Dodgers, wiping his brow. He carefully stepped around the crate, and left the hold, locking it behind him.