Night had came fast onto the temple, everything had been covered in complete darkness on the outside as there was no moon in the sky but thousands of small stars. Inside, down some halls and through a few doors there was still some light in one of the rooms and some of it's occupants were still awake. Two, actually.
Omi was place on his shift of the guard duty, his vigilant gaze was focused purely on the young blonde girl as she just laid there on the spare cot they had feeling uncomfortable and slightly dirty. Katnappe rolled over to glare at him and he glared back, it was a full twenty minutes of this.
"Why don't you go play with yourself pervert."
Omi was a bit confused by the statement, "why would I go play by myself when I have to stand here unless you are trying to trick me." Omi pointed an accusing finger at the blonde, "and what is a pre-vert?"
"Go look it up," Katnappe laid back down facing away from Omi. She looked towards her forced room mate, who was sleeping softly with her hair falling everywhere making her appear a bit angelic to the other girl. There was an urge she wanted to act on, if she was alone with her she would have gone of there and kissed her as she held onto her. Closing her eyes she could see Kimiko laying her hands on her thighs and letting them rise up to her back here the zipper to her cat suit was, pulling it down and allowing the suit to fall to the floor Katnappe would kiss the Japanese girl again.
The fantasy was shattered when she heard a thumbing sound behind her, looking over her shoulder she could see the Chinese boy leaping up into the air, striking nothing and coming down. To a casual listener they would think of it as an annoying yet easily ignored thumbing but to one with enhanced senses like hearing it was taking a sledgehammer in the next room and slamming into the floor several times over and over again. If the fear of waking Kimiko was not there she would get up and slaughter the cheese puff, for now she would have to endure this annoyance.
Only, let's see he started about thirty minutes ago so it would be one and a half hours to go. She heard him cry out in a whisper, I am so going to kill him in the morning.
Above the serene scenery of the country side clouds were overcasting the stray sky as it provided the perfect cover for an incoming object in the distance, coming at amazing speed it came in low as it appeared to about to crash into a hill side but it did not detour or made any evasive moves. It was going head on, within a short distance the hill had begun to move and split open to reveal mechanical hydraulic within and a runway hidden underneath.
The jet had slid in without any trouble as the hill closed again behind it leaving no trace behind, inside the jet came to a dead stop as several mechanical devices had locked it into place as the landing pad had begun to move through the levels of the large and metal lair of Jack Spicer. In the jet the owner, Jack Spicer himself, was still pouting about having his jet stolen and coming up with no plan to stop the other villains from taking his dream from him. As he travel through the long tunnels he noticed a flashing light on one of his panels, it was a contact from his parents. There was a temptation to ignore them but they had a key to his lair, and they owned the property as well so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Tapping the button he waited, "Jack?"
It took a lot of effort to keep from snapping but he just choked that down a bit, "yes, I'm here mom."
"I was starting to get worried about you when you were not in your room," her voice was borderlines on relief and stern discipline. Jack had heard this a few times before like when he had lit up the school bully with his first Jackbot or when he often stayed out all night trying to get ahead in his "work", "where were you?"
"I had to get my jet back." Jack spoke in a distant and cold tone, he was not in the mood for anyone's crap. "I would have called but I had forgotten my cell phone at the," he caught himself before finishing and said "in my room."
"Your father and I are worried about you Jack," the sternness was taken up a notch. "You leave at strange hours, you barely come of your room and then there is those strange incidents happening in the past and you disappearing for all most an entire week."
Jack shifted as he does not like where this is going, "I told you I was trapped with the Xiaolin monks when that was going on." he was not lying but not telling the entire truth ether, "it cannot be helped."
"Well we are going to talk about it when your father gets home," it was full on stern. The line was cut as the jet rose up into the lair as the hatch opened, he climbed out a bit annoyed. It was time to put plan Omega into action, Jack closed his eyes as he lifted his hands to gestured a few times wildly and pointed towards an empty area of his lair where a loud hissing was heard as steam poured up into the air. The floor pulled away to reveal a dark chamber below Jack approached as the platform lifted up to his level. Jack smiled as he saw it.
The smile fell when it had sunk into his psyche that his plan Omega was not here like it suppose to be, the large oversized tube filled with a strange liquid and his special bio-robot was not here. Jack blinked at the sight of a something in the center of the platform, a piece of paper that was waiting for him. Picking it up he read it over.
Jack glared at the empty space as he crushed the paper, "Ashley."
Clay sat there crosslegged and silently watching the blonde girl expecting the unexpected as he wanted to keep his friend safe, there was an aura of distrust about him when he sat there watching them sleep. Katnappe had fallen asleep so he really did not worry much, but when she began to stir he was ready to act at a moment's notice.
"How long did I sleep?" Katnappe asked as she sat up, she found Kimiko still asleep so she just laid there a bit. Clay said nothing even as she let her mind roam around some things like her poor kittens, maybe they would let her check on them later on but for now she has to make it through the night. She was slipping back into sleep again when a voice had woken her up again, finally, some amusement.
"I'll take over." Raimundo had entered the room just as Clay stood up, he took over the spot but Clay stood on the doorway.
"Be careful, if she pulls anything just holler and we will be in an instant." Clay walked away, leaving just Raimundo and Katnappe along with a sleeping Kimiko. The room was silent for several minutes, Katnappe was returning into the dream world where she was laying underneath Kimiko, allowing her hands travel from her slender shoulders to her inner thigh.
"You like her."
Katnappe shot up stunned from her bed, she would have shouted but manage to catch herself. She just sat there glaring at him with hard eyes, she wanted to speak but nothing could be said except for one thing. "What makes you think that?"
"The googly eyes when you two often fight," Raimundo raised a brow as he smirked. "I heard a few comments and you were just staring at her a moment ago like she was some playboy bunny dropped from the sky."
"I am not and get those thoughts out of your sick little mind." Katnappe was blushing badly as she wonder if it was really that obvious, "besides what I heard from Wuya when you were with her are far more important that a mere little crush."
"So you admit it," Raimundo stopped. "Wait, what did she say?"
She smiled as she sat up and crossed her arms while eyeing Raimundo, "about what you did when you and she were bored in the castle, she really tried to keep you happy if you catch my drift."
"Yeah right, ether you or she is lying." Raimundo smirked at her, "you really should practice your mind games a bit before trying to trick me, Ashley."
Katnappe had felt an urge to smack the Brazilian but restrain herself. "Too bad as she did say it was great."
"Really? How great was the..." Raimundo trailed off as he realized he stepped into that trap, he sighed as he lean against the wall. "You did not hear that."
"That's all right because she never really said that." Katnappe laughed, Kimiko mew a bit as she stirred but did not wake up. It appeared that the young Japanese girl was in distress for the small moment until she return to her normal sleeping face, she was feeling a knot in her stomach.
Raimundo would have teased the girl but he was somewhat concern for Kimiko himself, "get some sleep. It will make the day pass faster."
"You just want to go fantasize about your girlfriend," Katnappe remarked with a smirk as she covered up. Raimundo did not remark against it but just sat there not even thinking of the two, instead his mind was drifting a bit to when he had joined Wuya. There was the question that ran through his mind, even though he would not do it ever again he still lean against the wall staring at the ceiling wondering it right now. Was it a mistake or a great learning experience?
God I miss her touch.
Every single design he had ever created was displayed before him on the largest table in his lair, he was marking and noting the strengths and weaknesses of all of his creations. The theft of the wolfbot had pressed the last button of Jack Spicer and with that he had decided to Jack it up to the extreme.
This one would be the ultimate bot. No, command base. No, a battle suit. Jack was drawing up the basics on a blank paper he was carrying with him, this new creation would break the image of the old Jack Spicer as he would be independent from all of his ties like Wuya's shadow and his parents. It came to him, it would be the most powerful robot-command base-Shen Gong Wu vault-battle suit he would ever built past, present and future. One that would only respond to him and him alone, and it would actually merge with him with nano-technology. There just stood one problem.
How was he going to pay for this, without having to sale his body on the street. He could break into bank computers and empty them out but the cops would be on him so fast it would make his head spin, unless he makes someone else take the fall. Jack smiled as he was drawing up the prototype he is going to construct, in the image of a creature that demands respect.
The Dragon.