I LOVE YOU ALL. I REALLY REALLY DO. ESPECIALLY YOU, ALICE.

:D She is the only one who mentioned Bioshock along with Despicable Me. (I love you, too! XD)

Anyway, gotta go with my Disclaimer. *Sigh*

Despicable Me does NOT belong to me, but belongs to its creators.

Neither does Bioshock.

May I remind you, however, that this is NOT a crossover with Bioshock, it's only a reference to Big Sister's past. I'm only using Bioshock because it's my favorite game and DM is my favorite movie.

:) Enjoy!

P.S. As a forewarning, I'm pretty much half-assing this chapter because I have no idea what her plan should be since NONE OF YOU VOTED.

So I had no idea what she should do. :/ I guess I'll just make it up as I go along.

Master Plans

She sat uncomfortably in the wooden chair in front of the huge man behind the desk with a SOLID GOLD LAPTOP. 'Show off.' She thought to herself. He was ranting on about how there were more…productive villains out there, mentioning Gru and Vector. He was waving a chunky hand whose fingers reminded her of sausages.

She had ignored most of the man's insistent ranting, but always noted when he mentioned Vector. The old manager praised Vector for his imagination, cunning, and youngness. He exaggerated on the young man's master mind.

Big Sister could bet her life that Gru had better plans in one dream than Vector had throughout his entire life so far.

She sighed, laying her right elbow on her knee that stuck up (Being the chair was short and she was tall) and rested her head in her hand. She could feel the pressure pad in the palm of her hand and heard the minute clicks inside the mechanism of the spear gun. Nothing happened, ensuring her that the safety was still on…Although maybe a shot would make things a bit more exciting in the office she sat in now.

She knew that there was no wall behind her, per say, though it had a long gate along the area where the wall should be. Underneath the wall, she knew, was where the podium was, and so if you were to walk up to the gate, and look out, you would be looking into the waiting room, where she had been for about 20 to 25 minutes.

"Are you listening to me?" Mr. Perkins asked her in his normal harsh tone. She shrugged her shoulders, showing she did listen to some. He sighed.

"If you wish for a loan, you must tell me what your plan is, or I can't trust you with this bank's money to do something evil and disastrous. So if you would be willing to tell me your plan now, that would be fine." He explained, harsh tone and frustrated face.

'Probably because he can't see his own fucking toes.' She thought. She sighed, getting up out of her chair and rose to full height, all 5'7". The metal bit of her armor on her joints made slight clinking noises as the metal scratched together when she straightened her knees and elbows.

She sighed, looked to her dearest "Friends" for slight moral support, and turned to the aging man, her large green eyes searching his small grey ones for any sign, any at all.

"Sir, I plan on doing something to our own kind, the Americans," She began (AN: Like I said, I'm half-assing this.) "This, I believe, will be remembered not in World History maybe, but definitely in American. This is of great importance because who is the greatest super power in the world?" She asked, looking to the obese man. Before he could answer, she continued.

"America is. We won many wars. First, the Revolutionary war, then the Civil War, we were going to win that anyway, then World War 1, World War 2, the Korean war, the Cold War, and the Vietnam war."

Mr. Perkins looked like he was about to state something when she beat him to it.

"Okay, so maybe we didn't exactly win the Korean war, but we didn't lose either." As her last words left her mouth, she gave the man a look and pointed to him, shoving her point into his thick head. "It's very important that to take over the world, you first must take out the most powerful, so that you may become the most powerful. And by taking the most majestic insignia of America, it would throw the country into absolute chaos."

The man gave her a cold stare. "What are you getting to?" he asked, coldly.

"Simple." She replied, her lips curling into a smirk.

"I'm going to steal the statue of Liberty. Maybe hold a ransom for it so for however much I owed you, I could pay you back, plus keep a profit for myself." She added.

"But if you give it back, won't they go after you?" Mr. Perkins questioned her.

"Sir, you forget." She walked to his desk and leaned over towards him, her palms flat on the desk, the tip of the spear gun nearly reaching the other side and the needle pointing almost threatening at him, especially with its blood stained tip.

"I'm from Rapture. I'm a Big Sister. I'm THE Big Sister. I'm a master of disappearing and disguise. Do you know how many people in just a 10 mile radius have dark brown hair and green eyes? Too many. They would never find me. And besides, no one in this damned country knows my name."

The old man leaned back in his chair, either to contemplate or get away from the needle and spear. He put his chin in his hand and scratched at the area around his nose.

"Well, if you're not going to keep it, then how will I get credit?" He questioned.

"Sir, if there was one thing my father taught me when I was little that I still highly value today is to give credit where credit is due. If there's some evil person convention anytime soon after I take the damned statue and I'm up there giving my speech of how I did so, I'll be sure to credit you highly." She said, desperately trying to convince him.

He sighed, leaning forward, though not much since her weapons were still pointing to him on his desk.

"Fine. Borrow however much you think you might need. But I want proof that you have it as soon as possible and pay me back as soon as possible, 10 percent more per month. Got it?" He stated seriously, looking her dead in the eyes.

She stood up to her full height, her arms to her side, a huge grin plastered to her face. She gave a mock salute and said the first thing that came to her mind that seemed appropriate to the deal.

"Yes, sir! Big Sister will not let you down!" And with that, she skipped out of the office and into the waiting room where Vector still sat, looking bored. As she trotted past him, he looked up to her huge grin and retreating form.

He would get her someday. Just not now. Soon though. Soon.

Woo! :D Finally! It is complete!

And I need a new keyboard. It feels weird typing on this one. :/

But damn if I'm not proud of myself for half-assing it! :D It's almost like I didn't, I don't think.

Well, then again, I'm saying that mainly because I made it and I don't think it's too bad. Eh.

Remember once more:

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