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Kim, Act Two, Scene 1
Shego ran her fingertips across the opulent mahogany desk in front of her. She smiled and leaned back in her leather chair, propped her long, shapely legs on the furniture and folded her hands behind her head. Her office had, obviously, been meant for Senor Senior, and she took down every reminder of the rich snob in the room. Shego glanced around.
He was standing in the side doorway.
The green tinged woman sat up quickly and shuffled papers, trying to look busy. The masked man just leaned against the doorframe, silently dominating the room.
"Ah, yes," she said in a business like voice. "Junior," Shego ordered into her desktop speaker, "I need you to take a letter."
Junior walked slowly in, his eyes locked fearfully on the dark man.
"Yes, Miss Go?"
"Right. To the Members if the Council of Evil:
"The agenda of the next meeting is as follows: Um, blah, blah, blah, I'll fill it in later. Thanks Junior, you can go."
"Shall I write that? The 'blah, blah' things?"
Shego only called the simpleton in to distract herself from thinking about him. "What do you think?" she said sharply.
Junior stood and walked quickly out of the room.
"So," the dark man said, his quiet voice shot across the room like a thunderclap, "what is you next move?"
Shego turned. "I've heard of you, you know. You used to be a major heavyweight on the West Coast. Why take a nothing job like this?"
"For a simple reason, Shego: the money. As you know, it does take a great deal of funds to run, or rebuild, a shadow organization. I can ask you the same question. Why have you not set your sights higher?"
"Maybe I haven't had a better offer, yet," Shego said coyly.
"A mercenary through and through," he said.
"With a black heart to boot."
Shego turned and leaned on the desk. She flexed her calf muscles and rolled her shoulders back. The green clad woman always thought best while moving. Since her promotion from mercenary sidekick to leader of a gaggle of would-be world conquerors, she felt trapped and lost. That, and HE hung around like a distracting shadow.
"I need to stretch," she said at last, turning to the masked man. "I hear you're all that. Want to prove it?"
Shego led the way into the specially constructed dojo. She bowed out of respect and took the floor. Her opponent, that wonderfully mysterious man with the decadent voice faced her. She turned her side to him and raised her fists.
Shego jumped forward, her hands erupting in green energy. Usually she was fast enough to close the distance, but he slid over, spun quickly and landed a sharp blow across her back. Shego ate the mat, her energy dissipating.
"Not bad," she said getting back to her feet. Shego's back stung, telling her that he could have easily broken it had he desired.
He said nothing, standing away from her, still completely on guard.
Shego rushed him again, sliding at his feet. He leapt and came down like a lightning strike, but missed as the long haired beauty spun on her side. She snapped to her feet and ducked, narrowly avoiding a chop aimed for her neck.
The deadly dance of strike, parry, counter-strike, counter-parry went on for minutes. Shego's chest felt like a blast furnace, her breath hot and heavy. Usually, the only one that remotely matched her skill was a certain teenager, but him… He was good. Beyond good. And damn him, Shego thought, he isn't even breathing hard.
Shego lunged with a kick, but he stepped into it, making her schoolgirl mistake costly. Grabbing her by her knee, he slapped his palm against her chest, sending Shego to the mat with a heavy thud.
She kept her senses and curled her free leg around his ankle, and using her great lower body strength, tripped him. He landed next to her. She quickly straddled her opponent and summoned her power, holding her hand inches from his face. Her green, electric glow reflected menacingly in his facemask.
A wild, wicked smile spread across her face. She'd won.
Shego leaned across him, and slowly raised his facemask with her glowing hand. She smiled and lost all inhibitions.
"Oh, Slade," she purred and kissed his lips.
……..
Kim Possible sat down next to her best friends at the local Beuno Nacho. Ron had his usual order, which Kim always ended up paying for, and Monique fenced with Rufus, using straws.
"So, what do you think?" Kim asked.
"I try not to, Kim," Ron joked. "It always gets me in a world of trouble."
"Well, I think the OMHWC is a good thing, even though Bonnie and Brick are heading it," Monique said, scoring a hit on the mole rat.
Rufus gasped and staggered across the table before falling across Ron's tray.
"That's a wordy acronym, even for you, Monique," Kim said.
"It's because I don't have a better one thought up yet."
"I'm sure you will have one soon," Kim said, smiling.
Kim's communicator chirped as Kim took a bite of her taco.
"What is it, Wade?" Kim said, holding her hand to her mouth.
"It's bad, Kim. Global Justice is under attack."
Ron turned his head and sprayed his drink on the window. "What? No way!"
"I'm afraid so. I went to research on our good friends," Wade, naturally, meant Kim's villains, "since we haven't heard from them for a while, and saw the intruder alarms were going off."
"What can we do, Wade?" Kim asked, trying to slip into her mission mode.
"Doctor Director has ordered us to do nothing."
"Ain't gonna happen, Wade," Ron said coolly.
Kim narrowed her green eyes. "When can you get us there?"