The first thing Shego was forced to concede upon entering Drakken's lair for the first time, was that the man had an amazing talent for interior decorations. Mego-who had once declared himself a fengshueimancer-would've been both impressed and intimidated with what the man could accomplish with a colour palette alone. And this was just the entrance room.

Normally the first meeting didn't occur in one party's base of operations. It was usually on the streets: bonding time over fighting crime and all that. Unfortunately Shego hadn't made it to their scheduled rendezvous before beginning the fighting of crime. She had to stop three robberies alone, and when she did, the police wanted to have a chat with her, forcing her to break out, yet again, from jail. It was really hard to go straight when one was constantly needing to escape from police captivity (honestly though, it had been more on reflex than anything else). Drakken, strangely, had been elated with her initiative, and had praised her inability to let such crimes go unpunished. He was of the mind that it was better to have a strong sense of justice than to have a strong sense of punctuality. To avoid distractions of a criminal sort was the main reason why they were meeting at his lair. The other reason was that the middleton police were still looking for Shego. She waited until precisely two minutes before the scheduled meetup time before ringing the buzzer.

The main door slid aside to reveal a cheerily lit room that boasted a surprising array of flora of various shapes, sizes, and colours lining the walls. Two very cushy beanbag chairs sat on opposite ends of an admittedly high-tech, yet cozy looking briefing table.

Normally, Shego preferred to stand in the corner of any given room, face concealed by the shadows, legs ready to bolt, the whole schtick. She was a recovering supervillain, after all. This time however, that was impossible. There were so many plants, and then there were those chairs…

When Drakken entered the room a few moments later, bearing a large tray of steaming choco-moo and fresh cookies, he found his prospective sidekick lounging comfortably in one chair and looking thoroughly ashamed of herself.

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"So, Gemini, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Kim purred, looking at the video screen in front of her.

She was tucked away safely in her hideout, and was preparing for another heist (a practice one, really) when a call from the head of the Worldwide Empire of Evil came through.

"You have something of Global justice's, Miss Possible. Something you took recently. Something I want." Came the answering voice. It was electronically scrambled, and the video was just a silhouette. Kim wanted to laugh at how utterly cliche it all was, especially considering that she knew exactly who was on the other end of the line.

"Okay cyclops, I might have something fitting your description." Kim smiled coyly. "Put a price tag on it that beats the Seniors, and we can do business.

Gemini swore. She should've know that accursed do-gooder would've tried to ransom the stolen item back from Kim.

"What's he offering?"

"What're you offering?"

Gemini frowned, though Kim couldn't see it.

"Miss Possible, I am willing to offer you whatever price he put upon it, plus expenses, and I can assure you that Global Justice will not take the exchange as an opportunity to attempt to incarcerate you."

"Tempting." Kim drawled. "Very tempting. But Señor Senior Senior has such a lovely estate. All those not-quite-death traps and highly secured valuables." Kim trailed off, fantasizing about larcenizing (yes it is a word, Kim stole it into the dictionary) his ancestral home.

Gemini paused for a moment. Thinking. Calculating. Ding.

"I can offer you something more, Miss Possible."

"Oh?"

"A dossier on a new 'hero' entering play. One that I think Global Justice will send after you before too long."

"Is it a she?" Kim asked, snapping back into focus, all attention given (temporarily) to the head of W.E.E.

"Yes."

"Is she cute?"

"Perhaps."

"Done and done."

"Pleasure doing buisness with you, Possible"

"It is, isn't it?"

A thousand miles away, Betty "Gemini" Director smiled.