Petropolis was completely engulfed in ghastly black clouds. The rain had been pouring for the entire day. Except for a mysterious figure moving at a fast pace, there was no one else in sight. After making a few twists and turns down the streets, they reached their destination. The figure knocked on a wooden door while tapping their foot impatiently. Alas! The door swung open, and there stood a tall rat; not particularly handsome, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

"Hey! Do you have any idea what time it is? It's 11pm at night!" he exclaimed, not looking too pleased. "Oh it's you. I'm not interested in what you're selling - go sell it to those creepy guys in the alleyway. Now get lost!" In a swift motion the figure pulled out a high-tech laser gun and pointed it at his chest; and to top it off, they stood on his toe. They revealed their long orange hair as well as a pair of bewitching hazel eyes.

"You wouldn't leave a poor lady like me out in the rain, now would you?"

He was stunned. "Of course not! Now uh, could you stop standing on my toe? I got a pedicure recently and I'm not paying 15 dollars to get it redone!"

"Oh, my bad." She removed her shoes and sashayed into D.O.O.M. HQ. She placed a gray briefcase on the conference table and got a bit too comfortable in the chair while waiting for him to sit down. Both of them sat at opposite ends of the table, getting a good look at each other.

"So, what brings you to Verminious Snaptrap, supreme leader of DOOM?"

"Did T.U.F.F. arrest you for some petty crime today?" she asked innocently.

"Huh? How'd you know? And FYI, that grill was important! My men and I are hosting a barbecue party with all of the villains of Petropolis tomorrow afternoon!" he stated.

"Okay.. you should postpone that event till whenever. I have something that you might be interested in." She grinned and unlocked the combination lock which opened the briefcase. There was a folder of important documents, but a closer inspection revealed that they were photographs of various objects.

"With me on your side, I can grant you an arsenal of weapons, a revamp of this place - plus an even bigger shark tank! A hundred percent guarantee!" she said enthusiastically.

"Woah. You mean there's a humongous shark tank out there? I like it!" Snaptrap sounded excited. "Wait a second - don't tell me you're with the good guys. This could be some sort of trick!" All she could do was laugh. "You're quite amusing Mr. Snaptrap! Who do you think let out all of the prisoners last week?" She gave him a sly wink.

"Really? That was you? If I'd seen you, I would have invited you to Pudding Night. Anywho! That sounds good and all but do I have to pay?"

"Of course not! It's free of charge. However, there's one thing you must do for me."

She moved closer to him and sat at the edge of the table, swinging her legs whilst showing off her sparkly red heels. At that moment he froze. Who is this beauty and why is she trying to possibly seduce me out of all people? His heart pounding, she moved forward and whispered into his ear.

"You mustn't tell T.U.F.F. who am I nor must you tell them your diabolical plan."

"What?!" He almost flew out of his seat. "That'd be rude of me to not tell them my plan!"

"Who cares if it's rude or not? Look, you want to get revenge on T.U.F.F. I understand that. Unless you keep your mouth shut, they'll keep putting you and your henchmen in jail! Don't you want to rule the world? Make T.U.F.F. fall to their pitiful knees and worship you? Why do you think your brothers and sisters are more successful than you? Why do you think Murray's plan was successful until he was stopped? If you don't step up your game, I might as well leave and let you be." Her voice was raw with emotion. She turned around to pack up her things to leave.

"WAIT!" he cried out. He forcefully tugged on her arm and went on his knees.

"First of all, that hurt. Second, you're right! I'd do anything to get rid of those pesky T.U.F.F. agents for good! I'm starting to miss the old me."

"That's the energy I'm looking for!" Holding out her hand, she asked him one more time: "Do we have a deal?"

"Of course!" he exclaimed firmly. After accepting the deal, he had a change of spirit. "Watch out T.U.F.F.! Mr. Good Guy Snaptrap is no longer with us!" Then he let out his iconic laugh.

"Ah, wait a minute!" She grabbed a piece of paper and began to write something on it. "Before I forget, here's my number and that of my coworker." They'll discuss the plan of action tomorrow. She looked at her watch and sighed. "It's getting late. Well Mr. Snaptrap, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"Pleasure doing business with you too, uh, what's your name? I never got it." he asked, scratching his head.

She simply replied with the word "Taylor". With her briefcase in hand, she waved him goodbye and closed the door.

While making her way home, her watch, which is actually her wristcom started to beep.

"Ms. Taylor speaking, how may I help?"

"Man! If only I were good at doing stuff like that. Good job by the way!" A childlike voice responded.

"Thanks! Just doing my job."

"Ready for tomorrow?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"