“Du! Will Du! Where the hell is that useless bag of--”
“Right here…”
Mamoru Scar swallowed nervously, his fingertips fiddling with the knot at the top of his expensive tie in an attempt to cover his emotions, “Oh good, took you long enough.”
“Perhaps if you gave me the time to actually walk from outside the hallway I--”
“Silence!” Scar snarled, his thin frame bouncing slightly in the arm chair he occupied. He smirked, leaning back, feet on top of the smooth empty desk before him as he said smugly, “Report please.”
The other male ground his teeth together in agitation, his shaking fists hidden firmly behind his back. Stay calm; he told himself, it was only a matter of time before all this was cleared up and he would no longer be slave to this bitch of a man.
When it was, he’d personally pummel this fool to the ground himself.
“You’re dry cleaning will be ready at two, sir.”
Mamoru grinned and nodded, bobbing his skinny head in time to music only he could hear, a victory tune, “And…?”
“And…” Will snarled, narrowing his eyes until brown slits were displayed, “Your underwear will be pressed by morning.”
“And?”
“There will also be a chocolate on your pillow when you wake.”
“Good boy!” Mamoru replied snidely, shifting in his chair until he was leaning over the desk on his elbows with his thin knobby fingers linked together, “See how much good a small bit of humility can do to a person?”
Will gave him no response, only a stare that seemed filled with a cold sort of hatred. It was a look Scar had been trying to break the boy out of for awhile. Perhaps it was stupid to attempt to tame this man, whose loyalty seemed unbreakable to that bitch of a woman he’d taken his spot from. The very woman who, for some odd reason, this entire organization filled with monkeys could not capture and kill.
This was why he’d sent out that robot without the actual consent to do so. Gemini would be so proud!
“Get the hell out of here, you’re dismissed.”
And then, Gemini would be next on his list of trash to take out.
Without a sound Will turned and left. It was a crime to have been reduced to doing maid work, to have been the top agent and now a mere servant, but he was the inside man and he refused to abandon his post. A rebellion was growing, he knew so, but Scar did not. He knew that soon Director would come back.
He’d make sure Scar remained ignorant of it.
He’d also make sure everything was ready when Elizabeth returned.
“Prepare for the ultimate destruction!”
“Uh, it’s a robot; it clearly can’t understand what you’re going on about.”
“I didn’t ask you, did I?”
Director sneered, standing in front of the kitchen threshold, while Bonnie and Monique were tucked safely behind her. She was the last line of defense; she’d protect the innocents and observe her creation all in one. In her mind, she’d gotten the better deal in duties. Meanwhile, Shego, Kim, and Ron would distract the machine and somehow destroy it.
Betty grinned, chuckling. This would be the ultimate observation indeed.
“Okay, listen up,” Kim frowned, “Shego, your powers? Totally not gonna work on this thing so I’ll need you to cause the granddaddy of all distractions.”
“You want me to strip?” Shego asked, a brow quirked in question as the machine suddenly rolled it’s circular eye in that slot her way.
“NO!”
“Well then what--”
“Look out!” Ron cried, waving his arms around as if the motion would enhance the power of his voice and make the two women on his team move faster.
Shego cursed, leaping as the next blast cut across the floor ripping up wood and slicing Kim and Ron’s sleeping bags in half. When Shego landed she grunted, posted in the spot where the couch had once been.
In the background Monique wailed.
“Okay, no more talking, just get to work!” Kim yelled, wondering what the hell she’d tell her dad when she brought home her sleeping bag in two different pieces. Well, at least she wouldn’t have to go camping again for awhile.
Shego smirked, her hands igniting in flame. To hell if this thing was immune to her fire, didn’t mean she couldn’t give it a good pummeling.
Ron stumbled back a few steps, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he stared at the damage done by the machine to his poor sleeping bag. It had been his since childhood, it was his lucky sleeping bag! Who couldn’t love it with all those dancing naco designs on it? The blonde haired boy fell to his knees beside his treasure, sniffling as the sound of Shego and Kim went on in the background.
“How could it do this to us, buddy?”
The naked mole rat at his side only sniffled in response, shaking his head as if in disgust.
Shego went flying by, slamming into the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room to leave a rather large dent behind and causing Bonnie to scream in fear.
“Oh heeeeeeeeeell no.”
“Watch it now; you were this close to hitting me.”
“Can it, Director!”
Shego’s enraged battle cry as she fell from the wall and rushed back to the laser filled fray was like static and background noise to the boy, and he didn’t notice the odd pulse one of those doggy beds Kim had brought along began to make either.
His focus was on his sleeping bag.
“They’ll pay for this….” Ron hissed, before there was the sound of metal screeching and the large balling ball soared over his head only to land behind him.
”Ron!” Kim yelled, shoving from off the wall where she had been thrown to crawl over Shego’s spread body.
“Damn that thing hits hard.”
Betty grew tense, her eyes narrowed in thought as the large machine began to point it’s laser guns her way. Growling as she stood before the threshold she hissed, “Get back!”
Monique didn’t have to be told twice, and snatching up a portion of Bonnie’s clothing she began to drag the dazed girl over to the kitchen table.
The machine began to hum rather loudly, the floor vibrating from the sound.
This was not good.
The bed beneath the machine bounced from the vibrations, but also from some sort of magic…
Ron turned his head at the sound of Kim’s voice, snapped from his shock as the floor began to shake and something soft bumped into his body.
“Aroo?” Rufus mumbled, leaping from Ron’s pant leg into the bed before the pillow was upturned by a glowing orange talisman.
“Oh gawd…” Ron whispered, in mild horror as it began to float his way.
“Monkey!”
Kim’s focus was on the machine, not the talismans, it was about to blast Betty to kingdom come, she was sure of it, but the woman couldn’t move otherwise the blast would evaporate the interior of the kitchen taking the innocents along with it.
Not that she would have complained if it would have taken Bonnie but…you know that whole morals thing.
Not that she’d have to worry about any of that if she let that machine get off its uber blast of doom. The thing was gathering so much power that the broken objects around the room were beginning to float and get caught up in a current of static. If it attacked, it might take out the entire house.
And this current was messing up her hair!
Shego sat up with a groan, snarling at the fact that all this crap was floating around her and…wait…why was all the crap floating?
Ron on the other winced as the talisman floated to his lap, giving off a dull warmth with each pulse of power the object made. Did Ron want to touch it? Of course not, but he might not have much a choice. The thing was calling him, whispering to that part of him that was often hidden deep away, and for a moment Ron closed his eyes, lifting hands to rub them as the shrill whine of the machine grew louder.
“Ron?” Rufus squeaked, lifting the talisman high above his head. His friend had to understand, this was a time that called for desperate measures. Kim and Shego couldn’t hold this thing off, he was needed.
Monkey magic was needed!
When Ron opened his eyes they glowed the same color as the talisman.
“Let’s do it buddy.”
Kim leapt onto machine, balling up her fist as she got ready to ram it into the head of the robot. If it couldn’t focus, it very well couldn’t shoot now could it? But the bowling ball shifted those lasers until they pointed straight up, seeking to get rid of the immediate threat. If the thing shoot up, not only would Kim perhaps be caught in the heat from it’s massive blast, but the ceiling would no doubt come tumbling down on them as well.
Director realized this thing was a little too smart.
Shego sat up fully, stumbling to her feet. She could push Kim out the way, but she was to far away, and the thing was done charging, it was gonna be to late.
However, the machine groaned, shook violently as a fist lodged past the metal of its back and into the center, where the core was. Kim watched with wide eyes as the lasers crackled and sparked only to release black smoke.
“What the…”
Ron grinned, his body a glow with that orange power, the talisman resting firmly around his neck and against his chest before he ripped out his hand, grasping within it the heart of the thing.
“How did you-”, Shego began.
“Shhh, Monkey Magic tells no secrets.” Ron interrupted, sagely clasping his hands together before he crushed the green cylinder shaped battery between his glowing hands, “Accept, you must, that I am all powerful.”
“Why the hell are you talking like that?”
Kim released a sigh of relief, glancing down to the pale faced Betty with her one wide eye who clearly had thought that this was going to be the end of them.
“We can’t waste anymore time…” Kim whispered, moving her gaze to Ron, who seemed to be laughing as he smoothly and gracefully ducked under Shego’s wild attacks in a display of martial arts that left the green toned woman red, “If he sends something else like that, while we’re in public…”
“Indeed, it’s time I went back to Global Justice headquarters and put an end to this.”
Kim smiled then, watching as Monique and Bonnie poked their heads out from the threshold, Bonnie looking relieved to still be alive, Monique looking pale at the damage done to the house.
“No, not just you, but all of us. Mess with my friends, and you mess with me.”
Director only gave a sly grin, “How thoughtful of you, Kimberly Ann.”
“Don’t worry, Bettaroo, I’m doing it for you too.”