Dr. Betty Director was up to no good, or at least no good for Global Justice. Just who has been going around behind my back, she thought, I didn’t approve of this silly law…
She sighed, rubbing her temples as she peered at the large black words that stared her right in the face with taunting her with their official type font.
Subject: Shego.
Classified As: Wild Animal.
Status: Do not detain, destroy.
Reason: Extreme threat to humanity.
“That’s impossible.” She muttered, rubbing tiredly at the remaining eye she held. With another long sigh she’d begin to type something else into the large information system she’d ‘hacked’ into.
It’s not really hacking if it’s for the good of the world.
And this was for the good of the world, right?
An angry running Shego was not a good Shego to have loose in Middleton, even if she was to be killed on site. Shego was strong, stronger then most of her other forces. She’d probobly kill many others before going down. They’d loose a lot of men in the process of this ridiculous hunt.
Only one person can keep up with her.
And that was Kim Possible, but there was no way Kim Possible would agree to anything like this. Dr. Director was thankful for that at least.
Another screen popped up after she’d finished, showing a listing of any and all persons who’d used the computer last. As she continue to stroll down the listing of names and what their action had been on the computer she had to pause several times.
“What is this…?” She whispered. “Come join us and our girls at let’s get erotic dot…”
She growled, smacking a hand against her face as she quickly pressed the delete and backspace button upon the keyboard panel. “Men…”
“Dr. Director?”
She had almost been startled by the calling of her name. Almost.
“Will Du.”
“What are you doing here, Dr. Director?” He asked, stepping forward with a suspicious look upon his face, though when he came around he found the computer was blank, off even.
Dr. Director signed, folding her hands infront of her face as she gave him her cold caculating stare from that one eye. It still made Will shiver to be looked at like that, no matter how long he’d been working with the more experienced woman.
“What are you doing here, Will? I thought I gave you the rest of the day off.”
“I was called back in by a Mr. Mamoru Scar.”
“What?” She mumbled, rising from her chair to cross her arms beneath her chest in a very ‘I’m pissed off so watch what you say to me’ manner. “Has everyone been going behind my back doing things lately? What is this nonsense about a new law? Shego not being human?”
Will had the grace to look nervous, and he was. “Well, Dr. Director. I got reports and data from a higher up force--”
“And who would be higher up then me? The very head of Global Justice?” She muttered, having a hard time keeping her voice calm and even. Who was going around undermining her?
“Perhaps I can answer that question for you, Dr. Director.”
Both Will Du and Dr. Director turned to see the new arrival as he stood against the doorway, clip board in hand and a pen in the other. He was dressed rather nicely, with long jet black hair, green eyes, and a strange looking scar over his left one. But the look on his face seemed so calm and mischievous. Dr. Director didn’t like how sly and nonchalant his manner seemed, as if he knew he was…well all that.
“Ah! Mr. Mamoru Scar.”
“Good evening, Mr. Du. I see you’ve found--”
“Dr. Director,” Betty interrupted, eye narrowing as she glared, “This is an unauthor--”
“Unauthorized area, yes I know.”
“Then why are you--”
“Why am I here?” He laughed, actually laughed… at her! As if he…
Was a smart ass.
Boy, he’s a smart ass…, thought Will, frowning as he crossed his arms against his chest and bit his lip surely thinking that this wasn’t appropriate behavior. One was suppose to respect their higher ups…Dr. Director was still higher up then this guy right?
“As you know from Mr. Du here my name is Mr. Mamoru Scar. Or, High Inquisitor Scar, to you Dr. Director.”
“High Inquisitor…?” She whispered, a look of confusion finally piercing that cold mask she’d worn. What in all hell is that?
“I can tell by your vacant expression the lights are not all on upstairs.” He replied, smoothly even.
“Mr. Mamoru Scar!”
“Mr. High Inquisitor Scar, Mr. Will Du.” Scar corrected.
“Y-yes, whatever Mr. High Inqu…Inquis…In…”
“Inquisitor!”
“What is that exactly?” Betty growled, cutting through the nonsense and saving Will from further embarrassment. “I’ve never heard of that title before.”
“It is a new title, recently created by the goverment. I now hold authority over this department, and thus over you, Dr. Director.” Then a slow sigh, “I was checking over how you’ve been doing things and, tsk tsk, this just won’t do…”
“What do you mean--”
“Patience, Director. I’m getting to that.”
Will Du gasped, he hadn’t said Doctor!
“Director, I may call you Director right?”
“No.”
“Director, you’ve been having problems with several enemy zones. One of them a beast!”
“Mr. Scar.”
“High Inquisitor Scar.”
“Mr. Scar,” Betty growled out, “Shego is not a beast, nor is she any sort of animal that needs immediate death. To murder a person-”
“Ah Director, but this Shego is no longer a person according to this. She is a animal. Thus it cannot be murder.”
Will Du watched Dr. Director fight to control her emotions, rage flashing across her cold face followed closely by confusion, then anger, a quick glimpse of fear, and then finally that cold mask.
Scar lifted a long sheet of highly important and officiallooking paper from his clip board, handing it to Dr. Director as she reached out a hand to grasp the paper from his power grubbing fingers.
“Now now, Dr. Director, temper temper…perhaps you should take a vacation, you are getting quite old…”
That was the straw that broke the camels back.
“Doctor!” Will yelled as Betty tore that official looking document into several tiny peices, throwing them all back into Scar’s shocked face.
“Get. Out.”
“Dr. Director, how dare you-”
“I SAID GET OUT”
Will could only watch in astonishment…he’d never seen a grown man get thrown, literally, out of a room by a woman before.
Well, there’s a first time for everything.
“Achoo!”
“Kimmie-cub? Are you coming down with a cold?”
“No mom, I just had a strange feeling suddenly, as if something very bad just happened somewhere…”
“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing. Now finish eating your brain loaf! It’ll get cold if you don’t.”
“Brain-loaf!” Jim said.
“The loaf of the brain!”Said Tim.
“Ugh,” Groaned Kim.
To be continued…