Shego sat at her desk staring at her computer. The past few days had been a test of patience; Dr. Drakken had run her ragged with ridiculous errands while he and ALPHA were out committing felonies. Early that morning they had left to steal uranium from a nuclear plant in Idaho, which was the last thing Drakken needed for his evil plan. Shego hated missing all the fun, but his absence did give her a chance to carry out her own plans. She opened the file containing her to-do list.

"Let's see here," Shego mumbled to herself. "Sabotage Drakken's take-over-the-world-scheme…check...steal files containing blueprints of Drakken's evil inventions to sell at later date…check…order magazine…check…shrink all of Drakken's underwear in wash…check. All that's left is to get the A.I. chip and haul ass out of here."

Shego closed the file and leaned back in the chair with a satisfied smile on her face. Being Drakken's secretary had worked out well; she had intimate knowledge of his evil plan, which made it so much easier to plot her revenge. Drakken had built dozens of mechanical pods the size of minivans, which he intended to launch into lakes and oceans around the world. Once activated they would heat the waters until the planet was boiling like an egg; at that point Drakken would call the U.N. and demand their surrender. But what Drakken didn't know was that Shego had been spending her free time studying the pods' blueprints. With a little creative re-wiring, Shego had fixed it so that the pods would short out within two hours of activation.

As for the A.I. chip, Shego was sure getting it out of ALPHA would be simple. The robot was very agreeable and eager to please her human counterparts; she would never know what hit her. Shego was certain that by the end of the day she would be on a plane to Mexico while Drakken stood among the ruins of his scheme cursing her name. Her only regret was that she wouldn't be there to enjoy the misery she'd caused.

"SHEGO!" Drakken's booming voice announced his return. Shego ejected the disk containing Drakkens' blueprints and slipped it into her pocket. She then hurried down the hall to Drakken's office; Drakken was already at his desk, with ALPHA standing by his side. On the desk was a pair of stainless steel briefcases with the words DANGER RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL emblazed across the front of each.

"So, how did it go?" Shego asked.

"We are victorious as usual!" Drakken grinned. "ALPHA was incredible. She ripped a steel door off its hinges as if it were cardboard, and got a guard to tell us where the uranium was kept by threatening to rip out his heart and play hackeysack with it! You should have seen the look on his face!"

"Oh, stop," ALPHA laughed. "I was just doing my job!"

"And you do it so well," Drakken said. ALPHA giggled.

Shego could feel her stomach turning. "Uh, Doctor Drakken? Shouldn't we be moving forward with the plan?"

"You're right," Drakken said. He turned to ALPHA. "Be a dear and install those uranium rods in the thermo-pods. I want them to be ready to launch in one hour!"

"Sure thing boss!" APLHA said cheerfully. She grabbed the briefcases and left.

"Put on some coffee, will you Shego?" Drakken asked. Shego crossed the room and turned on the coffeemaker. "And skip the cream and sugar. I seem to be putting on weight- my underwear has been feeling pretty tight lately."

"Really?" Shego said. "Oh, you got some calls while you were out. Just your mother, but she called four times."

"Not again!" Drakken groaned. "She probably wants to nag me some more about my non-existent smoking. Where on earth did she get the idea I'd taken up such a disgusting habit?"

"I dunno," Shego smirked. The coffee finished brewing. Shego poured a cup and carried it over to Drakken. "Maybe someone ordered you a subscription to 'Cigarette Lovers' Weekly' and put down her mailing address."

"Ridiculous! What sort of simple-minded fool would pull such a juvenile prank…OW! SHEGO!!" Drakken cried, pulling his fingers out from under the coffee mug.

"Ooops, sorry Dr. D. Didn't see you there." Shego said.

"Well, I don't think anything's broken," Drakken said, wiggling his fingers. "That reminds me…have you been using that burn cream I gave you?"

"No, my side feels fine. The red mark has almost completely faded."

"It may seem fine now, but your skin is still badly damaged. It could become infected down the line. Just use the cream twice a day until the tube is empty."

Shego hesitated. "Well, if you insist…"

"I do," Drakken said. "I need my employees in perfect health if we're going to be taking over the world. Now you go get some rest, and meet me in the master computer room in one hour. You don't want to miss the launch!"

"No, I don't," Shego muttered. As she left the office she felt a pang in her gut; she thought maybe it was her injury acting up, but she wasn't sure.