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Chapter 8: The Greater Evil

He stood not to far away from the factory. He didn't know exactly what was made in it, but he did know that he had to stop that thief from stealing it's stock. Hench Co. had refused to release any proof of theft to the police, but Mego knew that had to be what was happening. Jack Hench had a lot to hide. Mego knew that he'd designed Aviarius' heat-seeking humming birds and his Flamingo of Doom. Unfortunately, he hadn't found any evidence to prove it.

His patience paid off. A black figure used a laser to cut through one of the windows. Mego came closer and closer, wishing for the hundredth time that he did come here alone. His younger brothers weren't good at staying quiet, making stakeouts impossible for them; and Hego, well, he was Hego. There was nothing he could do about that know. He kicked the thief hard in the side.

She slowly stood up and looked at him. It was a woman, no a girl, only about 17 years old, maybe 18. She wore all black, except for the star embossed on the chest of her shirt. She wore a tattered cape that hung down her back with large bunch of blonde hair tied into a ponytail. Her black mask, combined with the darkness of night, made it impossible for Mego to see her face.

"It's not nice to take things that don't belong to you," Mego said, pointing to the box she tried to make off with.

"Shut your cheese-hole," she replied, "Purple? Not really a good color for you."

She charged forward. Mego shrank to the size of a mouse and she few clear over his head. That didn't even slow her down. She turned faster then Mego thought was physically possible and tried to grab Mego. But he, of course, knew how to handle this. He grow back to his normal size. In the process, he pushed the air around him out as an invisible force-field.

"Nice trick," the thief said while regaining her balance, "How do you like this one?"

When she said "this", she sent beams of light out of her hands and into his face. He couldn't see, but he knew that she was getting away.

"Sorry I got to leave in such a hurry," she said, "but I don't kiss on the first date."

When Mego's vision finally cleared, she was gone. So was the box of whatever-it-was.

"This is not good," he said to himself.

—The next day—

Ron stood at the base of the Go Tower. It was a hundred-foot tall tower with the word "go" imprinted on it. Ron wondered how long it took to get the tower built. He looked to his left at his best friend turned girlfriend. Her beautiful, long, red hair hung down her back gracefully.

"What do you suppose they went, KP?" he asked.

"I don't know," she admitted, "But, if it requires us to bring our overnight mission gear, I doubt it'll be much fun."

Ron sighed as he knocked on the door. He was a bit nerve-wrecked over the thought of an overnight mission. Sure it happened many times before, but this time Kim was his girlfriend. He certainly noticed what a beautiful woman Kim was before he even thought about dating her, but now he permitted himself to humor such thoughts. This made even sleeping within a five-foot radius of Kim hormonally (was that even a real word?) hard for him.

"Kim, Ron, come in," the Team Go member in purple said, opening the door.

"What's the sitch, Mego?" Kim asked.

"My name is "Mark Gorton". You can call me by my real name while we're in the Go Tower," Mark said removing his mask.

Ron noticed that Mark's eyes and hair changed color when he removed the mask. His eyes turned a deep black and his hair turned brown.

"Mego," Hego said, "Why did you just reveal your secret identity to these two strangers?"

"You revealed yours to them, you big dolt," Mark said, "so can it, Henry!"

"You guys know Will and Wake," Mark said to Kim and Ron, motioning to the twins playing a video game.

"Yeah," Ron said, getting serious, "so why'd you call us here? And why'd you say that we'd need our over night gear?"

"Relax, Ron," Mark said, "Okay. For the past two weeks, we've had robberies at six different locations. The connection is that they are all owned by one man: Jake Hench."

As he talked a map of Go City appeared on the video screen, showing all the different theft sites.

"And we should care why?" Kim asked.

It was actually a good question. Jack ran a very shady business. He supplied Professor Dementor with henchmen, Señor Senior Sr. with robotic death machines, and Ron was willing to bet his up to many more fiendish things.

"Well," Mark said, "Our thief is stealing from him. I don't know what yet, but we have to stop her. For some reason, she only steals once every three days. So if she fallows the pattern, she'll attack here tomorrow."

A dot flashed on the screen. Ron was a bit wierded out by all this.

"You two can go out on the town and see the sites until say: 2000 hours," Mark said, "That's 8 o' clock, Stoppable."

"Sounds good to me," Kim said.

"Here," Mark said, giving Kim a piece of paper and a key, "I've booked you into a two-bedroom apartment at this address. Remember 8 o' clock here. At the Go Tower."

"Thank you," Kim said, "Ron and I could use a vacation. Even if it's only for a day and a half."

—One o' clock that day at a local restaurant—

Tara was eating lunch with her friend, Bonnie, when it happened.

"It may not be Bueno Nacho, Ron," Kim said, "but it looks nice."

"Hey, Tara," Ron said, "small world."

The couple walked over to Tara's table to say hi.

"Hi, guys," Tara said, Oh my God! Do they know? Of course they don't, you idiot!

"What are you two doing here?" Kim asked.

"Tara and I have been staying with my older brother so that we could see the Big Pear (that's what some people called Go City)," Bonnie answered, "But we didn't bother to tell our parents that he's been out of town for the past two weeks. That's our little secret. Okay, K."

Tara was surprised that Bonnie had been willing to share that information with Kim. That trail against Josh must have turned the two into friends. It pleasantly surprised Tara.

"What about you two?" Bonnie continued, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Kim did want to eat at Bueno Nacho so—oof."

"We're here to investigate some robberies. But we might as well have some R and R," Kim said, "Right, Ronnie?"

"Yeah," Ron said, rubbing his side where Kim elbowed him, "Let's sit down and eat, KP; I'm starved."

So Kim and Ron were here to investigate the robberies Tara was making. That was going to complicate things.

To be continued…

Hope you liked it. For some reason, I had trouble with this chapter and I don't know why. Anyway, the next chapter (Friend or Foe) will be up by March 18th. Until then, enjoy (and review) chapter 8.