Jez: I know, I forgot to proof read it before posting the stupid thing. I've corrected those errors now. And just becauseDrakken is evil, doesn't mean he can't be polite. He also didn't specifically tell the man to kidnap him so... Actually, Bortel and Wade were playing chess when the henchman showed up.
On a less related note, I've also begun a re-write of the The Unintentional Vacation of Ron, and Road Trip. It won't make sense until partway through another of the stories, so... But I've got to go and fix this one first, I sort of did something stupid.
"So Doctor Bortel, I trust you find the accomodations comfortable?" Drakken asked. Bortel forced himself not to roll his eyes. He knew Drakken was being sarcastic, since he'd only just arrived.
"Please, I don't intend to stay, so if you could come to the point?" The scientist asked.
"I'm interested in the after effects of the Moodulators." Drakken replied more than a touch sulkily.
"You as well? So the girl has been experiencing greater anger than usual?" The few henchman scattered about the room burst into laughter. The two waited a moment for the laughter to die down.
"Actually, the opposite. She couldn't be any angrier than usual, since that's the point at which most people go on a killing spree, in fact, she's been getting sweeter..." Shego came through the door to the kitchen, and headed past several astounded henchman, carrying a platter of cookies. Every person in the room, except Bortel, knew there were no cookies anywhere on the premises. Drakken was on a diet. "And she doesn't bake usually."
"I don't see the problem?" Bortel confessed.
"I'm an evil genius." Drakken glared at the henchmen, who all looked away, or pretended to read. "And she's my number one henchman, for obvious reasons." Bortel nodded. "I need her evil, not sweet."
"Oh. I'll see what I can do." Bortel replied. "Give me twenty-four hours." He reached into his pocket, and pulled a collar. "You can use this to contact me. Just put it on, and your head will appear in my lab." Drakken swallowed. "As a hologram." Bortel added, with a disgusted sigh.
"So, this is Neptune." Kim shook her head with the casual disdain, that would have been normal to many people, but never Ron thought, to Kim. "Who is our contact?"
"Some guy named Clarence Weidman." Ron replied, reading the file Wade had sent. Kim was driving now, so Ron could navigate. "Kane industries is just up ahead on the right." He pointed to the disctinctive building, and she turned into the driveway, parking in two spaces. Ron decided against mentioning it, quoting several reasons for personal safety in the process. Kim slipped out, and Ron followed, not wanting to chance her temper.
They approached the desk in the lobby, and Kim rang the bell. Twice. Hard. It broke under the second impact, plunger stuck in place. Ron sighed, as a dark skinned man approached the desk from an office in the back. He recognized the characteristic bulge of a .45 under the man's jacket. Kim seemed oblivious.
"We're here to see Clarence Weidman, regarding the robbery." Kim spoke before the other had a chance to.
"I'm Clarence Weidman. What can I do for you kids?" He asked condescendingly.
"We've dealt with this woman before Mr. Weidman. We can be of far more use if you co-operate. Team Possible always wins." Ron stopped himself before adding 'except when it comes to my ninety-nine million dollars.'. He didn't really have death wish.
"Team Possible? I'll see if Mr. Kane is willing to speak with you. Follow me." He turned, and headed farther in to the building, leaving Ron and Kim to catch up as best they could.
"That's an awfully big gun you're carrying Mr. Weidman, are there that many attempts to break in?" Ron asked conversationally. The other didn't even look back.
"There's never been an attempt, and only one success. Everyone else knows to stay clear." He replied.
"Some security force. You couldn't stop the only criminal with balls enough to sneak in." Kim retorted maliciously. "And a pitiful girl none the less." She almost slammed into him when he stopped and spun around.
"What are you implying?" He snapped. She glared at him.
"That your incompetance is what got us into this mess in the first place. We wouldn't have to be here, if you'd done your job." She hissed. Ron took a step back, to get clear the imminent explosion, but it never came.
"You're correct, we wouldn't." Weidman turned, and continued. Ron blinked, and then raced after the two.
Veronica stood behind her father, listening to someone who might biologically be her father, talk about a robbery. She was taking notes on a PDA in her hand, half-listening, half-concentrating. Jake Kane's office, large and imposing, was almost round, but not quite, since it sat on the end of the building. Still the curve added the appearence of size to the room. The cedar paneled walls were beautiful, and gave a tasty smelling aroma to the room, but she knew they were very expensive. 'Of course for a company willing to pay a hundred million dollars for a piece of twenty dollar plastic, the panels are probably pocket change.' She smiled.
"So you had just come from the bathroom?" Keith asked. Jake Kane, who he had at one point accused of the murder of his own daughter, nodded slowly. Keith had never apologised for that, and Kane seemed to resent it, but neither looked in the mood to discuss the matter. A very good think Veronica decided.
"I stepped out, and felt my legs swept out from beneath me, then a knee on my back. I opened my mouth to scream, and saw this green glowing... What?" Kane stopped in mid-sentence as his head of security stuck his head in the door.
"A Team Possible to see you. It seems they've dealt with the thief before." Clarence Weidman announced.
"Send them in." Kane answered, without looking at the other two. Keith said nothing, but Veronica turned to face the door as they entered. The girl in the lead, looking sour, and irritated, was roughly her height, around 5' 8", with red hair, and what she knew was a cheerleaders form. After all, she'd been one. The second person to enter, was slightly shorter, blond, and with an equally slim form, though without the practiced grace of a cheerleader. She noticed he was staring at him, and whether he looked away out of embarrassment at that, or because he'd been staring, she couldn't tell, but she turned back to her father.
"We'll be out of your way in just a moment." He offered to the pair that had just entered, and to Kane. "What was that?"
"I stepped out of the bathroom, and felt something sweep my legs out from under me. I hit the floor, and then felt a knee holding me down. I started to scream out, but a glowing hand startled me to silence. Whoever she was, she snapped the chain holding the disc to my wrist, and caught me across the back of the head with her knee, as she left the room." He shrugged. "That's all I know."
"Thank you, we'll see what we can do." Keith replied, and nodded to the other pair. "Ma'am, Sir." Veronica followed him out. Walking down the stairs, outside the front door, she cast a quizzical look at her father.
"Ma'am? Sir? They don't look any older than I am." She grinned.
"It's professional courtesy. And I saw you noticing just how old they were." He replied with an equal grin.
"Professional courtesy." She glanced at the massive Humvee parked beside them. "Should we check up on the competition?"
"Normally, I'd say no, but with this big of a reward on the line, it can't hurt." He shrugged.
"Good." Veronica smiled, and stepped into the car.
"Dr. Bortel?" Wade called.
"Yes. It seems there is an unintended side effect of the overload, of both chips at once." The man replied, settling to the chair beside the chess board. "It would seem that the dominate traits of the two personalities of the young ladies, are being swapped."
"Swapped?" Wade asked. "What do you mean?"
"Simply put, Miss Possible is gaining all of Miss Go's aggression, while Miss Go is gaining all of Miss Possible's nicety." Bortel replied.
"And what about the inherent aggression, and nicety?" Wade asked.
"The new feelings are being added to what is already there." Bortel replied. Wade swallowed.
"That's not a good thing. At least in Kim's case. Can it be reversed?" He asked. Bortel sighed.
"I do not know. Theoretically speaking, if we can get them to knock heads, it should cause an instantaneous reversion. As well as a concussion." Bortel shifted a knight. "Check."
"Checkmate." Wade replied. Bortel sighed.
