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Triaxx2: Plot hole? What plot hole? I never saw any plot hole! Seriously, you make a good point. In my defense I'll just say that I assume that, like with her super vision, Kara's super hearing isn't always on, and that she has to make deliberate use of it (in most circumstances). As to Ron, well, Drakken did say that ninjas made more noise than Shego.gargoylesama: Glad you're enjoying it as much the second time around.
Sibylla Island
Ron jerked awake, his face stinging like he'd been slapped. His eyes focused on Shego, clad in her usual green and black, as she stepped back from him, a spray bottle in one hand. The smell of oranges was gone, replaced by the odor of rotten bananas. "Time to wake up," Shego mocked. Ron took in his surroundings. He was manacled to the wall of a circular chamber about twenty feet across and ten feet high. The was one door. Kara hung nearby, dangling limply in her own bonds. Shego followed Ron's glance.
"Who's your girlfriend Ron?" she asked. Ron glared but said nothing. Shego went to Kara, raised the spray bottle and squeezed. Kara woke up almost instantly. "Wh- wha- what happened?" she asked weakly, blinking.
Shego lifted Kara's chin. "I happened, honey," Shego sneered. Again, she stepped back, this time activating a wrist communicator. "They're awake," she said simply, then stood back and waited. Minutes later the chamber's door, a heavy, watertight door Ron noticed, opened and Dr. Drakken stepped through it.
"Ah, young Mr. Stoppable," Drakken said expansively, "How kind of you to join us."
"So you caught us," Ron said, his voice heavy with contempt. "Kim will stop you, like she always does."
Drakken laughed, and Shego joined him. "Oh ho! I'm afraid not. Little Kimmy has been my 'guest' for almost six hours now," Drakken gloated. "She was so busy watching out for Shego and I that she didn't see my accomplice until it was too late!"
"You're lying," Ron grated.
"Shego," Drakken said, gesturing her forward. Shego pulled Ron's Kimmunicator from her belt and held it up so Ron could see the screen. It flickered to life, and showed an image of Kim similarly trussed up."Kim!" Ron exclaimed. On the screen Kim's head came up. "Ron?" he heard her ask, looking around. Shego turned off the Kimmunicator with a cruel grin. "Convinced now?"
Ron said nothing. Shego seemed disappointed. Drakken spoke again. "I intend to destroy little Kimberly Anne," he said, "And my first step will be to break her spirit by killing everyone she cares about, starting with you!"
From where she hung Kara interjected, "By 'everyone' you mean…?"
"Her family, her friends, everyone!" Drakken cackled. Kara started to say something but Drakken was on a roll now, and kept right on. "Then, with my army of Warsuits I'll force her to watch, helpless, as I take over the world. And when the whole world knows that the 'girl who can do anything' is a failure, then and only then will I grant her the release of death," Drakken finished, almost gently.
"You wish, you blue skinned freak," Ron snarled.
"Ron's right," Kara added. "Even if we die, there are plenty more heroes who can stop you cold."
Drakken just chuckled. "Naive girl, you should never have gotten involved in this. There isn't any hero in this world who can stop me now, thanks to my new ally."
Ron sighed. "Well, it looks like you really will win, Drakken. My hat's off to you." Kara's eyes widened in shock.
Drakken smiled. "You really mean that?" he asked, suddenly pleasant.
"Definitely," Ron confirmed admiringly. "This time you've hit on a fool-proof plan."
Drakken grinned even more broadly. "Well, it wasn't entirely my doing," he said modestly, "Shego and John both made important contributions."
"Ron, what are you doing?" Kara demanded.
Ron turned his head to look at her. "Admitting defeat," he said.
Kara stared at him. There was a brief flicker of recognition in her eyes, then she deliberately looked away from him. "Fine, give up," she muttered loudly.
"How are you going to do us in?" Ron asked curiously, addressing Drakken once more.
"Drowning," Drakken answered. "This room is a water tank," he explained, "which I'll fill with sea water. That video camera," he pointed to a waterproof mount on the ceiling, "will record your last moments for posterity."
"Sweet! I always wanted to be part of posterity," Ron exalted. Shego was goggling at him. Drakken said, "I must say, you're taking this awfully well."
"A wise man once said 'Accept the inevitable with good cheer'," Ron quoted.
"That's good advice," Drakken agreed.
"I would ask one favor though," Ron said.
"Go ahead," Drakken replied.
"This isn't your lair, Atlanta wasn't your lair, and I'm betting Argentina wasn't either." Drakken nodded. "So, just for my own curiosity, where is your real lair?"
"Near the town of Patheni on the island of Leros in the Aegean Sea," Drakken said, before a shocked Shego could cry out, "No!"
"Eh, what's that Shego?"
Shego groaned. "What did I say about never, ever telling them the location of the real lair?" she demanded.
"Oh Shego, there's no way they can do anything about it."
"I still don't like it. It's bad luck," she groused.
"Speaking of the lair, it's time we were getting back." He turned to Ron. "I'm sorry that your demise won't be quick and painless, but I'm afraid that can't be avoided. Shego, let's go."
"Don't sweat it," Ron called after them, "Once you're dead it doesn't really matter how it happened." The tank's door swung to with a clang, and Ron and Kara were alone.
"Good work getting him to tell you where his lair was," Kara said, grinning.
"Thanks," Ron smiled back. "Not sure what we're going to do with the information though."
"You might be surprised," she said mysteriously. She glanced up at the video camera, stared intently at it for a moment, then turned her gaze to the walls of the tank. Ron began trying to work himself loose, but gave up after a brief effort. "No use," he muttered.
"Just be patient Ron," Kara said quietly. After a minute or two she said, "Ok, they're gone."
Puzzled Ron said, "You're just now noticing?"
"I mean gone from the lair," Kara explained patiently. "And," she added brightly, "Now that we know the location of Drakken's lair there's no need for me to keep a low profile anymore."
More confused than ever Ron started to ask her what she meant, but stopped when Kara twitched her arms and tore free from the shackles that held her. "Hold still," she said, crossing to where he hung and carefully taking hold of the metal cuffs that held Ron's wrists. Two metallic 'cracks' later Ron was free.
"How the heck…" he wondered aloud, even as Kara approached the door, reared back, and kicked it. The door flew open as its bolt pins sheared off. It slammed into the outside wall of the tank and stayed there, its hinges sprung as well.
"Ah, Kara," Ron fumbled, as he tried to absorb what was happening, "We may be out of the deathtrap, but how are we going to get off the island? We've got no radios. And the Aegean is on the other side of the world. How are we going to get there in time to save Kim?"
As she made to step through the door Kara turned to Ron with a smile. "That's easy," she said. "We're going to fly." And with that, she reached up and pulled open her flight suit.
