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Chapter One - The dot that started it all.
"Shego, get over here!" Dr. Drakken called to his assistant as she reclined in a chair reading an old paperback book so tattered that it was definitely not the first time she'd read it.
"Alright, alright. What's so important?" Shego asked, irritated now that she'd been pulled away from her book - and right at one of the best parts too.
"Look at the monitor! What's that little dot?" he asked pointing at a small dark smudge in the lower left corner of one of the many security camera monitors he'd installed.
"What little dot?" said Shego, peering at where his finger was pointing; trying to see what was wrong with the picture.
"That one!" he practically yelled, becoming impatient with all the time it was taking her to see the dot.
"As in the little black thing right there?" she asked.
"Yes!" Drakken confirmed, glad she had finally found it.
"No idea," came Shego's uninterested reply before she turned and headed back to her seat.
"Shego!" he screamed after her, now angry at her indifference. "I can't have dots running around free in my lair."
"I'm sure it's just a glitch in the camera," she promised him, sitting back down and opening her book, "nothing dangerous."
"Very well," he said, calming down a little, "but I want you to check it out anyway." "Umm. no," she replied, not even looking up from her book.
"Why not?" He asked, his temper rising again.
"I'm busy."
"You're reading; that's not busy," he observed.
"Why don't you just do it yourself?" she asked, exasperated by his constant talking - it was a really good part of the book.
"Because I'm still trying to get these security systems worked out and I don't have the time to go running around looking at dots," explained Drakken.
"I think you're just too lazy," taunted Shego.
"Ngh." he gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger and not blast Shego to smithereens with the laser pistol that lay on the table. "Very well then, just get one of the henchmen to go check it out."
"They already left this morning," Shego pointed out, her concentration still on the book.
"Already! How much do I have to pay to get some decent henchmen?" Drakken asked himself out loud.
"A whole lot more then you pay them now," Shego mumbled.
"I heard that," he rumbled, his voice darker than midnight.
"Whoop-dee-do," she replied, taking no notice of his barely contained rage.
"Shego, just stop arguing and go check out the camera," he finally commanded her, fed up with arguing.
"Why?" she questioned, evidently not tired of arguing yet.
"Because. Because. Because I said so!" responded Drakken, using the last reason he could think of. "I'm the evil genius around here and therefore you - being my assistant - are supposed to obey my every command!"
"Alright, Dr. D, we gotta go over a few things," began Shego as she folded down her page in the book and set it on the armrest of the chair. "Firstly; we never figured out if you and your genius have been tested, so try to tone that down. Secondly; I'm your assistant, not your slave. Just stop complaining and go check it out yourself."
"Alright! I'll do go check it myself then!" he said wearily and turned to the door.
"Good for you," Shego congratulated him, and then added under her breath: "And hopefully you can work off some of those extra pounds in the process."
"What!" he called back.
"Nothing." she replied offhandedly, once again engrossed in her book.
Drakken turned away from Shego and walked out of the control room, mumbling various curses until his voice was cut off by the 'whoosh' of the doors to the control room closing. Shego returned to reading, and did not once look up at the monitors to see what Drakken was up to. Finally, after what had to have been an hour, she decided something must have happened, because even Drakken couldn't take that long investigating a smudge. She scanned the monitors and security systems to make sure something hadn't been tripped without her knowledge - but everything was as it should be. So Shego tried something she had learned at an early age was the easiest way to fix something electrical - she flicked the monitors on and off.
Just as she had expected, her trick worked and the black smudge turned out to be the result of a magnet being left near the screen when Drakken had been working that morning installing the monitors. She had no idea why he had needed a magnet, or why it had made the black smudge, but that was the least of her worries.
Her boss had disappeared without a word to her, and she had no idea if it had been of his own free will, or worse, a kidnapping. Not that it would be worse for her - but for the criminals who took Drakken, for Shego's temper could be quite scary at times. But since he had been complaining about being bored the entire afternoon, Shego figured the latter was very unlikely, and so once again scanned the screens to see if she'd somehow overlooked Drakken, but she hadn't and both the hover-jet and her air-board were untouched. Her room was also as she had left it - with a few clothes on the floor, along with a suitcase on the bed. Drakken's room was mostly clean, except for his desk, which was completely covered in papers and plastic files.
'Wait a moment, Drakken never has papers on his desk', Shego thought to herself. Even though at times one of the worst slobs she'd ever seen, he'd always kept his desk clean. But now she couldn't even see the surface of the wood under all the clutter. It was as though someone had been rifling through his room, as if someone was searching for something. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe there had been a kidnapping.
Within seconds Shego was out the door, rushing down the dimly lit hallway for Drakken's room, hoping he hadn't been hurt or even worse; killed. But it was deserted, and the only sign of someone having been there was a small note left on the table - in Drakken's spiny yet legible handwriting.
Shego, I've gone away for a bit. Hold the lair and try to keep that annoying Kim Possible away. I'll be back when I feel like it,
Drakken
'Great', she thought, 'just great!'
Drakken and Shego were supposed to leave the next morning for London, where some of the world's most notorious villains planned to meet for a two day conference. This was mostly to keep up contact between the diminishing numbers of the so-called super-villains - the ones whose one objective was always world domination. It was a perfect chance for the higher class of felons to learn what each other was doing. Deals were made concerning who would steal what and sometimes agreements were made as to where you could and couldn't operate for the coming year. In other words, it was like the meeting of the board of directors for a large company - system wide changes were for better or for worse. Now, with Drakken's abrupt departure, Shego would have to go alone - and she hadn't paid near enough attention last time to learn how the negotiations worked. She didn't want to return to find Drakken waiting in the lair and have to tell him she'd ended up making a deal that allowed them to operate only in south-western Mexico. He wanted to rule the world - not farmer's fields.
But she decided she would go anyway, and try her best not to get the raw end of any deal that was made. Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult - and if worse came to worse she could light up her claws and slash something. It certainly worked for everything else.
There was the matter of security though - she didn't want the FBI busting into the lair seconds after she left it and then stepping off the plane in London to find a platoon of Marines waiting for her. So, for the rest of the evening, and late into the night she worked on locks, booby traps and security camera hooked up to a transmitter which she lashed onto the roof. Once she was finished, no one could even get within eyesight of the lair without here knowing it. Hopefully that would give her enough time to arm the anti-personnel weapons from wherever she was and then race back to catch whoever the intruder was.
At around two in the morning she fell into bed and tried to get some sleep before her early start the next morning. But Drakken's disappearance kept her eyes from drooping, and she tried to see why he had so suddenly tried to take a vacation. But after an hour of rumination her body's need for sleep finally overcame her anxious mind, and she drifted off into the sleep. Her last conscious had to do with Drakken's birthday; since it seemed at the time to be important, and yet for some reason she couldn't remember it.
* * *
"THAT'S IT!" Shego yelled the moment she opened her eyes the next morning. She bolted out of bed and ran downstairs to Drakken's office, where she, like he had twelve hours earlier, began rifling through his papers, looking for something to prove her theory. Underneath a stack of plans and drawings, in the bottom of a drawer, she found it - an identity card from before when Drakken had been Drakken. Just as she had expected, it said that Drew Lipsky had been born on the 13th of March in 1961. In other words, he would celebrate his forty-third birthday in two days. In other words Drakken was just beginning to go through what every middle-aged person went through - his mid-life crisis.
And for some reason Shego knew that could only mean trouble - for pretty much everyone on the planet.
Chapter One - The dot that started it all.
"Shego, get over here!" Dr. Drakken called to his assistant as she reclined in a chair reading an old paperback book so tattered that it was definitely not the first time she'd read it.
"Alright, alright. What's so important?" Shego asked, irritated now that she'd been pulled away from her book - and right at one of the best parts too.
"Look at the monitor! What's that little dot?" he asked pointing at a small dark smudge in the lower left corner of one of the many security camera monitors he'd installed.
"What little dot?" said Shego, peering at where his finger was pointing; trying to see what was wrong with the picture.
"That one!" he practically yelled, becoming impatient with all the time it was taking her to see the dot.
"As in the little black thing right there?" she asked.
"Yes!" Drakken confirmed, glad she had finally found it.
"No idea," came Shego's uninterested reply before she turned and headed back to her seat.
"Shego!" he screamed after her, now angry at her indifference. "I can't have dots running around free in my lair."
"I'm sure it's just a glitch in the camera," she promised him, sitting back down and opening her book, "nothing dangerous."
"Very well," he said, calming down a little, "but I want you to check it out anyway." "Umm. no," she replied, not even looking up from her book.
"Why not?" He asked, his temper rising again.
"I'm busy."
"You're reading; that's not busy," he observed.
"Why don't you just do it yourself?" she asked, exasperated by his constant talking - it was a really good part of the book.
"Because I'm still trying to get these security systems worked out and I don't have the time to go running around looking at dots," explained Drakken.
"I think you're just too lazy," taunted Shego.
"Ngh." he gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger and not blast Shego to smithereens with the laser pistol that lay on the table. "Very well then, just get one of the henchmen to go check it out."
"They already left this morning," Shego pointed out, her concentration still on the book.
"Already! How much do I have to pay to get some decent henchmen?" Drakken asked himself out loud.
"A whole lot more then you pay them now," Shego mumbled.
"I heard that," he rumbled, his voice darker than midnight.
"Whoop-dee-do," she replied, taking no notice of his barely contained rage.
"Shego, just stop arguing and go check out the camera," he finally commanded her, fed up with arguing.
"Why?" she questioned, evidently not tired of arguing yet.
"Because. Because. Because I said so!" responded Drakken, using the last reason he could think of. "I'm the evil genius around here and therefore you - being my assistant - are supposed to obey my every command!"
"Alright, Dr. D, we gotta go over a few things," began Shego as she folded down her page in the book and set it on the armrest of the chair. "Firstly; we never figured out if you and your genius have been tested, so try to tone that down. Secondly; I'm your assistant, not your slave. Just stop complaining and go check it out yourself."
"Alright! I'll do go check it myself then!" he said wearily and turned to the door.
"Good for you," Shego congratulated him, and then added under her breath: "And hopefully you can work off some of those extra pounds in the process."
"What!" he called back.
"Nothing." she replied offhandedly, once again engrossed in her book.
Drakken turned away from Shego and walked out of the control room, mumbling various curses until his voice was cut off by the 'whoosh' of the doors to the control room closing. Shego returned to reading, and did not once look up at the monitors to see what Drakken was up to. Finally, after what had to have been an hour, she decided something must have happened, because even Drakken couldn't take that long investigating a smudge. She scanned the monitors and security systems to make sure something hadn't been tripped without her knowledge - but everything was as it should be. So Shego tried something she had learned at an early age was the easiest way to fix something electrical - she flicked the monitors on and off.
Just as she had expected, her trick worked and the black smudge turned out to be the result of a magnet being left near the screen when Drakken had been working that morning installing the monitors. She had no idea why he had needed a magnet, or why it had made the black smudge, but that was the least of her worries.
Her boss had disappeared without a word to her, and she had no idea if it had been of his own free will, or worse, a kidnapping. Not that it would be worse for her - but for the criminals who took Drakken, for Shego's temper could be quite scary at times. But since he had been complaining about being bored the entire afternoon, Shego figured the latter was very unlikely, and so once again scanned the screens to see if she'd somehow overlooked Drakken, but she hadn't and both the hover-jet and her air-board were untouched. Her room was also as she had left it - with a few clothes on the floor, along with a suitcase on the bed. Drakken's room was mostly clean, except for his desk, which was completely covered in papers and plastic files.
'Wait a moment, Drakken never has papers on his desk', Shego thought to herself. Even though at times one of the worst slobs she'd ever seen, he'd always kept his desk clean. But now she couldn't even see the surface of the wood under all the clutter. It was as though someone had been rifling through his room, as if someone was searching for something. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe there had been a kidnapping.
Within seconds Shego was out the door, rushing down the dimly lit hallway for Drakken's room, hoping he hadn't been hurt or even worse; killed. But it was deserted, and the only sign of someone having been there was a small note left on the table - in Drakken's spiny yet legible handwriting.
Shego, I've gone away for a bit. Hold the lair and try to keep that annoying Kim Possible away. I'll be back when I feel like it,
Drakken
'Great', she thought, 'just great!'
Drakken and Shego were supposed to leave the next morning for London, where some of the world's most notorious villains planned to meet for a two day conference. This was mostly to keep up contact between the diminishing numbers of the so-called super-villains - the ones whose one objective was always world domination. It was a perfect chance for the higher class of felons to learn what each other was doing. Deals were made concerning who would steal what and sometimes agreements were made as to where you could and couldn't operate for the coming year. In other words, it was like the meeting of the board of directors for a large company - system wide changes were for better or for worse. Now, with Drakken's abrupt departure, Shego would have to go alone - and she hadn't paid near enough attention last time to learn how the negotiations worked. She didn't want to return to find Drakken waiting in the lair and have to tell him she'd ended up making a deal that allowed them to operate only in south-western Mexico. He wanted to rule the world - not farmer's fields.
But she decided she would go anyway, and try her best not to get the raw end of any deal that was made. Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult - and if worse came to worse she could light up her claws and slash something. It certainly worked for everything else.
There was the matter of security though - she didn't want the FBI busting into the lair seconds after she left it and then stepping off the plane in London to find a platoon of Marines waiting for her. So, for the rest of the evening, and late into the night she worked on locks, booby traps and security camera hooked up to a transmitter which she lashed onto the roof. Once she was finished, no one could even get within eyesight of the lair without here knowing it. Hopefully that would give her enough time to arm the anti-personnel weapons from wherever she was and then race back to catch whoever the intruder was.
At around two in the morning she fell into bed and tried to get some sleep before her early start the next morning. But Drakken's disappearance kept her eyes from drooping, and she tried to see why he had so suddenly tried to take a vacation. But after an hour of rumination her body's need for sleep finally overcame her anxious mind, and she drifted off into the sleep. Her last conscious had to do with Drakken's birthday; since it seemed at the time to be important, and yet for some reason she couldn't remember it.
* * *
"THAT'S IT!" Shego yelled the moment she opened her eyes the next morning. She bolted out of bed and ran downstairs to Drakken's office, where she, like he had twelve hours earlier, began rifling through his papers, looking for something to prove her theory. Underneath a stack of plans and drawings, in the bottom of a drawer, she found it - an identity card from before when Drakken had been Drakken. Just as she had expected, it said that Drew Lipsky had been born on the 13th of March in 1961. In other words, he would celebrate his forty-third birthday in two days. In other words Drakken was just beginning to go through what every middle-aged person went through - his mid-life crisis.
And for some reason Shego knew that could only mean trouble - for pretty much everyone on the planet.