I don't own a thing, Disney does. I really like Shego like this. Very seductive, very teasing. When I thought about it, I wasn't sure I could pull it off, but I think it's going well. Hope everyone else has been enjoying it!
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Life Changes – Chapter 4
"Well, that ride was certainly more comfortable than Dr. D's open air hover car. A hell of a lot smoother too."
Steve glanced over beside her. "Glad you approve!" He barely had to concentrate as he taxied the plane into the private hanger. It had been a few years since he had flown anything regularly, and had felt a little uncomfortable at first, but once he was in the air, all the old instincts came flooding back. The plane came to a halt, and he hit a couple more switches. Satisfied, he got up, grabbing his bag from behind his seat. "We have a couple hours to conduct an additional bit of recon before nightfall. Global Justice has a couple agents tailing Hasheik, and a few more keeping watch on the facility. I'd rather get a little personal look at it myself before I send you in!"
Shego just smiled. "I didn't think you cared?"
"I don't send anyone into a situation that I don't assess myself. Call it professional pride. And as far as we know, based on current patterns, Hasheik is planning on being here at twenty three hundred, which should give you a couple hours to assess whatever information he might have at the location."
"Hmm… I like it when you go all business on me. It's pretty hot!"
He whirled on her, no trace of humor in his face. "I may tolerate that behaviour at base, but not during a mission. This is a potentially dangerous situation!"
Shego walked by him, waving her hand. "Oh come on, this is going to be a walk in the park. I mean, if you haven't got anything off wiretaps or anything, he's probably just some kook with eccentric hours. Probably not even find anything worth looking for in there."
"But we don't know that. That's why I would prefer a more professional demeanor from you in this situation!"
Shego just smirked. "Oh yes Sir! Good little soldier, falling in line at your command, Sir!"
Steve could only grumble in response.
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Darkness had begun to fall by the time Shego made her way to the warehouse. Steve had found an open window that would allow easy access to the building, and she kept herself pressed against the wall and the shadows, keeping out of sight. She had been told there were no exterior cameras, but he never hurt to take precautions.
She saw the open window, and slowly made her way beneath it. She tapped the dermal mike on her throat. A whisper was all she needed for Steve to hear her clearly. "I'm at the entry point and heading in."
"Understood."
Steve was in place in a van parked down the road, where he could easily get there if needed. Shego just smirked. As if I'm going to need help on a cakewalk like this!
A short jump was all that was needed to grab the windowsill. Raising herself up, she looked into the room. It was a very large warehouse, with boxes scattered all along the walls. There was just enough light coming through the windows from the moon and streetlights that she could make out everything in there. Satisfied that it was as unoccupied as she had been told, she pulled herself over the sill and dropped silently to the floor. She made her way to the closest box in front of her, and quickly pried the box open. She hadn't expected what she found.
Olives.
Shego felt like laughing right there and then. She tapped the microphone. "Steve, I think this place is going to be a bust. All I've got is olives so far!"
"Keep looking. I'm sure you'll find something in his office. It should be at the far end of the facility."
"Fine, whatever!"
She walked quickly across, no longer so concerned as she once was. The door to the office was unlocked, and she walked right in. Papers were scattered all over the desk, most of the writing in Arabic. A computer also sat on the desk, and she figured this would be the best place to start. The computer started easily enough, and she spent the next few minutes going through personal files and shipping manifests trying to find something that would make her employers happy.
Something immediately struck her as odd. The shipments had been coming in for weeks, just one or two boxes every couple of days, but according to the manifests, they were all due to be shipped out at once tomorrow. Boston, Chicago, Washington, LA, every major city in the US was on the list, with only one or two boxes going to each. She signaled Steve with what she had found.
"All right, we can put a trace on everything, see where it's going. Have you found anything else?"
"Not much, most of it is all in Arabic, and I haven't exactly had a chance to become fluent in that language. One thing does stick out though. Any idea what Tabun is? It keeps getting mentioned here. Is that a city or something?"
She could here the panic in his voice when he responded. "How many boxes did you say were in there?"
"I don't know, maybe fifty or sixty. Why?"
"Tabun is a deadly nerve agent, used during the Iran/Iraq conflict. It can be released into the water supply, or released as a gas. Mild exposure is recoverable, but any great exposure, especially through inhalation or ingestion can prove fatal! That's why they are using the olives, to transport the stuff through customs! I think we have what we need, get out of there now!"
Shego quickly turned off the computer, but before she could leave the room, Drakken cut in on the frequency.
"I don't think you have time to get out of there. The target is coming back right now, and he's not alone. He's less than a block from your location!"
She heard Steve swear. "Damn it, why didn't the agents watching him let us know he was coming early."
"No idea. I only spotted them on satellite when they approached the building."
Shego had made it behind a couple of boxes when the retractable doors opened. She watched as a number of trucks, followed by a car, made their way into the building.
"Shego, sit tight. I'll have a Global Justice squad to your location in thirty minutes." She could hear the concern in his voice as he cut out, leaving her to watch the men as they piled out of the vehicles. There had to be at least thirty of them. Most were dressed in standard clothes, jeans and t-shirts, but she could see that they were all Arab. The pair that left the car though were dressed in full suits.
"Ladanya ishreen daqiqa hatta naza' malabishum wa natruk hathal makan. Asri' bidoun ta'kheer!" It was the one in the black suit that issued the orders, yelling it to all the other men.
While her Arabic was rusty, she had caught the gist of it. She tapped the mike again, whispering quietly. "Steve, I don't think we have time to wait. They're not going to be here that long!"
She tapped the earpiece, silencing it while Steve was trying to protest. The odds were not in her favour, even before their guns were taken into account, but she also knew that could work to her advantage. If the substance was as lethal as Steve had told her, she knew there was no way they would risk firing in here.
She ducked down further behind the boxes, staying as deep in the shadows as she could. She grabbed a couple small pieces of wood that was lying on the ground, and hoped it would work. The best chance was to isolate as many as she could and take them out quietly. With all their lifting, and the scraping of the boxes, it should cover up most of the noise. Now she just had to be patient.
Two of the men slowly approached her position. Most were still on the other side of the building, loading up the boxes closest to the door. When they were close enough, she tossed the wood against the wall, and heard the sharp thunk as it struck the wall.
"Hal sami'ta thalika?"
"Sami'ta matha?"
"La airif."
She watched as the men slowly approached her position. One stayed back, in front of the boxes, indicating to his partner to check it out. The man slowly worked around the boxes, and when Shego was sure he was out of sight of his partner, she struck. She jammed her fist into the back of his skull, grabbing him quickly before he fell, and dragging him back behind the boxes.
"Aziz?"
The next man waited a few seconds before he too went to check. Shego dispatched him just as easily. She peeked out to the rest, and still didn't really like the odds. They were also moving way too fast for her liking. They already had one truck fully loaded, and they were moving onto the second one. If she was going to have any chance to stop them, she had to move faster.
She ignited the flames on her hands, focusing on lowering the power so it would strike with force rather than burn. She had no desire to release any of the chemicals. With a quick sigh, she rose to her feet, running straight across the open area, unleashing her blasts at those not holding any of the boxes.
"Iben alqahba!"
She quickly took out the one that had yelled, and was among them before any had a chance to prepare. Shego became a blur of motion, lashing out in all directions, as she sought to take out as many as she could. A fist to one on the left, a quick kick to her right, she kept herself among as many of them as she could so that they couldn't get a bead on her. She had taken out about twelve of them before a sharp blow rung off the back of her head. She fell to her knees, and before she could recover, she was struck again.
Blackness enveloped her.
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She awoke quickly, and found her arms held behind by two men. She was still on her knees, and could only look up as the man in the black suit smirked down at her.
"Ah, you awaken quickly. That is good. We can get information from you before we kill you!"
"You ain't getting shit from me!"
The man just smiled. "That's good, exactly what I wanted to hear, Shego. You see, I watched your battle with Monkey Fist, and you were most brave. I just wanted to see that defiant spark for myself." He cupped her chin in his hand, but she jerked away. A quick slap to the face brought her eyes defiantly back up to meet his. "You see my dear, I do so enjoy breaking that kind of spirit in my women. Pity I don't have time to enjoy the same with you!"
He pulled a revolver from his jacket, pointing the muzzle directly at her head.
"Farewell my dear!"
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Author's Notes – I apologize to anybody who speaks Arabic if I mangled the dialog. It's definitely not an easy language, which is why I only used a few phrases. Anyways, here's what was said.
"Ladanya ishreen daqiqa hatta naza' malabishum wa natruk hathal makan. Asri' bidoun ta'kheer!"
We've got 20 minutes to strip this place down and get out of here. No slacking!
"Hal sami'ta thalika?"
You hear anything?
"Sami'ta matha?"
Hear what?
"La airif."
I'm not sure.
"Iben alqahba!"
Since this is only rated T, I can't quite reveal what he said! Lol! Maybe if I up to R.
I'd like to thank the following for their reviews;
mattb3671 – Yeah, I was going to make this a straight up story, but then I watched the episode with Motor Ed and Drakken, and just knew I had to add Mrs. Lipsky! By the time I'm done this though, I might have to up the rating to R, just so I can handle Shego and Barkin properly. After all, any relationship with her definitely doesn't rate a PG-13!
aoeu () – Yeah, I loved that line!
Mobius97 – Yeah, I enjoyed that chapter. A little humour, a little seduction, while moving the plot forward and establishing the characters as people. And as for the cold shower, those things can really come in handy! Especially when you room with a hot blond during college, who is also dating your best friend, and tends to leave the bathroom in just a towel on occasion! Very much came in handy!
Campy – Yeah, I'm having fun with this story. Be even more fun when the combat is over and the action starts!
MrDrP – That tension takes a back seat for a couple chapters, but it will be back soon!
Matri – Ah come one, I'm being nice! You don't need those pitchforks!
Worker72 – Everyone keeps mentioning DNAmy, and I have some plans for her very shortly. Just not in this tale right now.
Lil-Lyon – I thought so too, glad you're enjoying!
Seamus Dubh – Ah, I will be going into that very shortly, and it should play an important part in the characterizations. But for now, let's continue to see how Shego and Steve play together!