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Chapter 17 The Sales
Blackout awoke with a start. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to focus. He saw the room was in a state of total disarray. Something stirred beside him. The female, cradled in one of his arms, moaned and rolled over, drifting back to sleep. He stroked the long raven hair of his companion and partner in crime. They had fought, tooth and nail, after he had shocked her with his stun cane. Finally, after a twenty minute running battle throughout the lair, Shego grabbed and dragged him to his bedroom. He guessed getting her blood boiling in a fight also equated foreplay for her. Who was he to argue. He loved her game of Barmaid and the Invisible Stranger.
He gently struggled to free his sleep deadened arm from under her body. After a minute, he disengaged his appendage and shook it to get the circulation going. He crept out of bed, but leaned back to kiss her on the forehead. "Sleep Precious," he said softly.
"Come back to bed, Ron." Shego said sleepily. She returned to the arms of Morpheus.
Blackout hurriedly got dressed, and closed the door behind him. "We jest made love and she's calling out for Stoppable? That woman's crazy!" he thought.
Blackout checked his watch. It was time to make the phone call. He dialed a long series of numbers and waited. After a few seconds of clicks, beeps and silence, the phone call connected without ringing.
"Hello, Global Justice. How may I direct your call?" The Operator robotically answered.
"Hi, Dr. Director please. This is Mr. Shade. Tell her it's in regards to the items she's been negotiating for, over the Internet." Blackout liked the little play on his name.
"One moment, she's expecting your call." The Operator put him on hold and some jazzy, but all too irritating elevator music played in the receiver.
"Dr. Director here. Have you decided to sell to us, Blackout?" She sounded a tad irate.
"Yes, Dr. Director," Blackout sighed. "I have. You know I could get more by selling it piecemeal on the open market." He could barely hear some talking in the background.
"So why go for the one big sale?"
"First," He said gleefully, "May I call you Betty?"
"NO!" she said angrily. "Let's keep this professional."
He shrugged. "O.K. Anyway, it will take you ten minutes to trace this call. I've routed it through so many satellites, junctions and terminals."
Silence on the other end of the line. Finally Dr. Director spoke, "Our people say nine and a half. Go on."
"I figure there's more chance of getting caught if I try to stretch this out. One sale, only one chance to be apprehended." He snickered.
"Makes sense," she concluded. "How do we proceed?"
Blackout was loving ever moment of this, and it could be heard in his voice. "I'll email you my bank account in the Bahamas. When I get word of your deposit, I'll let you know where the items can be picked up."
"How do we know you'll deliver?" she asked warily.
"My dear Dr. Director. I may be a thief, but I am an honorable one," Blackout said with sugar in his voice. "If you hired me when I left college, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Listen Black... Ah, Mr. Bowman, I remember your application. You're a brilliant scientist, but you have, problems. I wanted to hire you but was shot down by my colleagues." She paused. "Paul... turn yourself in. Get some help for your problems. We can use your genius." Dr. Director pleaded.
"Ah... there's the rub. I don't want to be used!" Blackout snapped at her. He checked his watch. "I figure your just over half way through the trace. Am I right?"
"We have the trace from Hong Kong to Sidney," she said flatly.
"Ah, you're doing better than I anticipated. Still..." he said smugly.
All business, Dr. Director concluded, "So, do we have a deal?"
"You should be getting my encrypted email shortly. To break the encryption, you'll need a five letter word from this call. I'll leave you to figure it out." Blackout hung up the phone and laughed his maniacal laugh.
Shego, in only a lime green terry cloth robe, padded over to Blackout and kissed him on the head. "Sleep well?" she asked.
He pulled her on to his lap. "I slept very well. But when I woke my arm was still asleep with you on it."
"Sorry," she purred, kissing him. "I like to cuddle... after."
"And fight before," he playfully slapped her bottom.
She quickly got up and ignited her hands, an angry look on her face. Just as quickly a look of shock rose and her plasma engulfed hands extinguished. "Oh, sorry. I've been fighting for so long it's an automatic reaction when I get hit." Shego blushed. "I haven't been, romantically lucky, for quite some time now."
Blackout stood and hugged her. "I understand," he cooed, patting and rubbing her back. "I haven't been, lucky that way, ever. A person of my stature usually doesn't get the girl."
At five foot seven, Shego thought of herself as about average height. But she was a good head taller than Blackout.
They stood, locked in each others arms for a couple of minutes. Each thinking of nothing but the moment now and the last couple of hours of bliss they shared.
A computer console behind them beeped, knocking them out of their revelry. Blackout reached up and kissed her on the lips, then went to the computer. "Ah, Dr. Director received my message and has broken the code. We should be getting confirmation on the deposit soon," he chirped as he clapped and jumped around the room.
Shego folder her arms. "I'm still not happy selling to G.J. We could've got a lot more money if we sold the plans individually. At least you talked it over with me first. Dr. D. would just do whatever he wanted."
"I know." Blackout sighed. "Drakken is an inconsiderate lout. But we talked about the probability of getting caught. I'm not thrilled with selling to G.J. either."
"Yea, yea. I was also thinking of our chances to run into the Princess and the buffoon again." Shego grinned evilly.
Blackout grimaced. "Speaking of Ron Stoppable, did you enjoy your dream?"
"Wha?" Shego stammered.
"You called out to him when I got out of bed to make the call," he said sadly.
Shego's downcast demeanor spoke volumes. "I... I..." She stuttered and gulped audibly.
Blackout walked over and took her arm. He led her to her room. "If I have to share you with a fantasy, I can live with that. Get dressed, we have plans to deliver."