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Drakken's Lair

Shego entered Dr. Drakken's workshop quietly, as usual. Drakken was seated at a long bench strewn with tools and test equipment, intently studying a part from one of the suits captured in their raid. Shego didn't know what the part was, and didn't really care. That was Drakken's area of expertise. What she did know was that Drakken had his back to her and was completely unaware of her presence. An evil grin flickered across her face as she contemplated coming up behind him and scaring the living daylights out of him. The grin faded, and Shego let out a sigh. Time for fun later. Now there were serious matters to attend to. Knowing that Drakken wouldn't notice if she spoke in a normal tone of voice and not caring to shout, since he might be in the middle of something delicate, Shego walked around the bench and stopped in front of him. After a moment she cleared her throat.

"What is it Shego?" Drakken asked, not looking up.

"I thought you'd like to know that Kim Possible is on her way to Atlanta as we speak. She should arrive in less than two hours."

At that Drakken did look up. "Her little cyber stoolie found the factory eh?"

"Naturally," Shego confirmed with a smirk. "That was the plan after all."

"Excellent, excellent!" Drakken stood, rubbing his hands gleefully. Then he shot Shego a stern look. "Are the preparations for Phase Two complete?" Shego nodded in confirmation. "And the clues at the factory?"

"I saw to those personally," Shego replied with a cold smile.

"Perfect! Ha! At long last my arch foe will meet her downfall!" Drakken cackled. "Vengeance at last! Too often you've crushed my dreams of ruling the world Kim Possible. No more! This time I, Dr. Drakken, will triumph, and little Kimberly Anne Possible will DIE!" Shego winced as Drakken began to laugh maniacally. She hated it when Drakken ranted, and even more when he laughed afterward, but interrupting him always made him moody and…

"Ranting again Dr. Drakken?" a smooth tenor voice asked.

Drakken turned toward the speaker with a grin. "Just practicing for the real thing Mr. Corbin," he explained. "How goes your part of our little plan?"

John Corbin, a tall, muscular man with short white hair, smiled thinly. "The Herakles just finished mooring. They should have the ammunition unloaded by sunrise, and I've finished converting the arm power feed design to handle the new plasma cannons. We can incorporate that directly into the new production suits."

"Good, good," Drakken said, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction.

"There's a problem though, and we need to talk about it."

Drakken scowled. "What kind of problem?"

"There's a glitch, or something, in the neural interface program. It's doesn't always see the new weapons configuration and I…" Shego stifled a smile and another sigh as the two men began discussing Corbin's problem. She couldn't follow their technical jargon, but that didn't matter. John Corbin was the most physically perfect example of manhood Shego had ever laid eyes on, and he had a brain too! Just listening to him talk made her tingly. An unlike Drakken, Corbin never ranted. He was always cool and professional, at least where business was concerned. In other matters, Shego suspected, the opposite was true, for Corbin had dropped a hint or two that he was interested in more than her combat skills or talents as a thief. Sure, he was old enough to be her father, but hey. Shego was envisioning the possibilities when she became aware of Drakken snapping his fingers in her face. "Shego!"

"What, what?" she asked, shaking herself out of her reverie.

"I don't pay you to daydream Shego. Mr. Corbin and I are going down to the armory to see if we can solve this glitch. I want you to monitor the Atlanta situation and report back to me on how it turns out."

Shego felt her cheeks heat from embarrassment. "Yes, Dr. Drakken," she mumbled. As the two men left the room, Corbin paused and looked back. "Oh, and Shego," he said, "I have an idea about modifying your Warsuit to amplify your plasma power. Maybe we could discuss it later?" he concluded with a wink and a sly smile.

Shego blushed darkly, and actually let out a nervous giggle. "Of course, that would be great," she stammered, then tried to cover her embarrassment by smiling.

"Wonderful. Until later then."

When he had gone Shego sagged against the bench, fanning herself with one hand. "Until later."