April 7th
Shego regretted knocking out one of the nurses that regularly came to check on her. The poor lady had no idea that she was to be at the end of a plasma blast, and then striped of her scrubs. At the very least, Shego left her covered, and on the firm hospital bed she once occupied for a month. The pale thief wanted to escape sooner, but with the cast completely encasing her left leg up to the hip, it would have been futile. The bullet wound only completely healed a week and a half ago anyways. Despite her rapid healing abilities, she would have a scar for a few months. Her body only healed the really nasty wounds, and left paper cuts and scars to heal and fade much slower.
Walking out of the French hospital was easy. Keeping her balance, and not limping, as she made for the door was another matter. Unwanted attention was the last thing she needed. The cast had left her leg weak. It was only removed that morning, so it was cumbersome to walk properly. Each step threatened to give way as she progressed through the huge medical center.
Once free in the parking lot, green-eyes took in the huge structure that imprisoned her for the last month. ‘Paris Regional Medical Center, Northeast Entrance’ the plaque declared, mounted to the left of the automatic doors. For a moment the name sounded familiar, but shrugging the thought away, she turned towards the streets. She had to get back to her apartment.
June 8th
Sumire steepled her slender fingers as she leaned across the large rosewood desk. It had been months since Shiina’s escape from the French hospital, and still no word on her whereabouts. Shiina hadn’t even tried to contact her. It worried her further, that none could find her granddaughter, but she knew the pale female to be fine. She just wished to see for herself.
August 17th
Not bothering to knock, Kiyomi entered the office and walked to the desk. Bowing and brushing a few wisps of jet black hair back, she greeted the CEO. “Good news from Harada, Mrs. President.” Kiyomi waited for the Goroda matriarch to meet her charcoal-eyes before continuing. “Dr. Drakken has just created a contract with ‘Shego.’”
Sumire sat up straighter. Finally, news about her granddaughter. Nodding, she silently bid her aid to continue.
“Apparently, Dr. Drakken has followed our suggestions to the tee. He sought out Shego, and sent her to steal the Micro-tick, created by Dr. Acari. That was five days ago.
“Everything was going well, according to Dr. Drakken, until a teenaged hero named, ‘Kim Possible,’ showed up. The girl and her sidekick, managed to destroy the lair and retrieve the Micro-tick. Most notably, Ms. Possible actually defeated Shego in hand-to-hand combat.
“Three hours ago Shego signed the exclusive, year-long contract, and is now officially off the market. It seems our plans were a success.”
“Indeed.” Sumire smiled a bit as she leaned forward on her desk. “Now that we know where Shiina is, I want to you monitor her. Discreetly of course. Infiltrate Drakken’s henchmen if you must, tap the security feeds. Do whatever it takes. I do not want to lose track of her again; a repeat of the PRMC blunder will not be acceptable. We were lax then, and she basically fell off the planet for four months.” Sighing deeply, Sumire whispered. “It simply cannot happen again.”
Seeing the pain and regret in the President’s hazel-eyes, Kiyomi nodded silently and waited.
“Also,“ the CEO continued. “Find everything you can about this, Kim Possible. Even if she is just a teenager. If she can stand her own against Shiina, she must be something special. The last thing I want is another threat to my granddaughter. Unless Shiina’s holding back -- and I doubt that -- she’s not the type to pull any punches. Especially with a new client. This Kim Possible could become trouble. Keep an eye on her. I have a feeling she could do some real damage in the future.”
“Understood.”
September 3rd
Dr. Drakken just could not understand how he could have lost to that teen hero, KIM POSSIBLE. She was just a teenager. A little girl at that. Yet, how did she managed to defeat him countless times? That gigantic robot, transformed from a toy factory assembly line, should have been more than a match for her. Even drilling into the Earth’s core to flood Wisconsin with magma was genius. So HOW did she always managed to find him! HOW did some little cheerleader defeat him?
Pacing with abandon, the blue-hued scientist muttered and rambled, in the large lab of his first lair. If the modest Ranch-style house could be classified as a lair. It was a private house, his home to be exact, one he rarely stayed in now that he had those extravagant lairs.
He had put aside his work on completing the Bebes, to appease that smug bastard Harada, and his phantom employer. However Dr. Drakken has been getting sick of it. Every month it was “hmm, not as impressive as this, or, so and so had created that.” At first he had tried to out do anyone, and everyone, with his own inventions and genius. But that was becoming much too time consuming, and stressful -- as Shego had pointed out.
Ah, Shego. He smiled warmly at the thought of his employee. She was truly capable of herself, and proved a great asset. Although Drakken was disappointed to learn she was only 20, he was nevertheless fond of her. Platonically anyways. Aside from her temperamental, and violent nature, he truly enjoyed her company. He needed her around.
Which is why he was pacing at the moment. Shego had asked for two weeks vacation, and without her, how was he to exploit his latest plan? Of course he had flat out refused her request at first--she had only been under contract for three months now--so it was ridiculous to even consider paid vacation time. But after being plasma-blasted through a wall, he quickly saw the folly of his misjudgment, and even offered her an extra week, if she wanted. She did. Now it would be three weeks before he could commence his plot.
It didn’t help that that hound Harada would be paying him, his monthly visit soon either.
He sighed heavily in the empty basement. With Shego gone, there was no point in keeping all, but a few henchmen around. Four exactly, and they were outside the house buying supplies.
Now suddenly left with nothing to do, and no one to talk to, onyx-eyes wandered the cluttered lab. Spotting a large wooden crate labeled: “Top Secret: BB’s,” under a pile of old blueprints, broken death-ray parts, and hefty layers of cobwebs, he grinned like a child on Christmas, as he rushed to the dusty wooden box.
Perhaps having Shego gone wouldn’t be so bad. There was that up coming college reunion in a few days…
September 14th
Bonnie smirked as she watched Kim try to keep her cool, from the side view mirror of the large chocolate truck, as they drove away. This was so in the bag. With Ms. Perfect doing the ‘hero thing,’ she was not focusing on cheerleading, like she should. Someone like that does not deserve to be Team Caption. One box should be more than enough for the redhead to try and sell.
Bonnie strolled into the glass and steel structure of Goroda Labs with purpose. Her first customer--daddy dearest--would gladly buy a couple hundred boxes. Just like every year, all she had to do was stop by, and ask if he’ll buy some candy for cheerleading. And just like every year, he’ll say, ‘Sure thing Connie,’ tear out a check and sign the bottom. All the while not looking up from his mountain of paperwork.
It was a rigorous and mentally draining tradition, but it sold the candy. There was never any greetings or farewells exchanged but that was to be expected. One time Bonnie had made the mistake of correcting her father when he called her ’Connie,’ and that resulted in him demanding why she was even at his work place ’disturbing’ him. Needless to say, she hadn’t sold half as much as she usually did.
Jabbing the ‘up’ arrow, and flicking brown locks over her shoulder as she waited for the elevator, she tapped her foot impatiently. With the resounding ‘ding,’ she headed into the elevator and bumped into someone. Completely dropping the box of chocolate bars she had under an arm, Bonnie stared agape into dark forest-green eyes.
Shego smirked. “Nice to see you too, Kitten.”
“Bonnie? What are you doing here?” John demanded with lightly veiled annoyance as he stepped out of the elevator. What a time for his screw-up daughter to show up, he bitterly thought.
“Hello again, Ms. Bonnie.” Sumire greeted as the teen picked up a white box. “May I ask what you have there?”
Blowing a few strands of hair away from her face, Bonnie sighed in frustration. There goes her chance at getting a blank check from her father. Well since the CEO was asking, she might as well tell them. Who knows, she may sell a few bars. “Just selling some chocolate bars. All proceeds go to the cheerleading squad.”
“Oh, so you’re a cheerleader. Which school do you go to?”
“Middleton High. Um…Are you going to buy one or not?” It was hard not to be annoyed with the old business woman, even if she was her dad’s employer. It wasn’t often someone showed an interest in her life, so it was awkward playing 20 questions.
Shego snickered, which earned a glare from the brunette. Sumire sighed and nodded to the teen. “Shiina? Would you like a chocolate bar?”
“Hmm…just how many are you trying to sell, Kitten?”
“500 boxes. 50 bars to a box.” Bonnie was hoping to shut the pale female up with the numbers, but it didn‘t seem to work. Shego’s smug look only enraged the brunette. It was almost as if the raven haired woman was saying, ‘that’s all?’ Impatient, Bonnie demanded. “So you gonna buy one, or not?”
The pale green woman chuckled as the tanned teen huffed and crossed her arms. The glare was pretty cute, and the attitude alluring. It was fun teasing the cheerleader. “500 boxes, huh? Fine. You’ve just sold 25,000 bars. Would you like a check or cash?”
“WHAT?!” John demanded from beside the CEO. He knew the Goroda heir to be fickle, but to just spend $25,000 on chocolates, like the sum was nothing, was outrageous.
“Chill out, old man. It’s not your money, or the companies’; I wasn‘t even talking to you.” Turning back to the teen, Shego’s smile was feral. “Well?”
Shuddering at the intensity of emerald-eyes boring into her, Bonnie replied. “Cash.”
“Good choice. Kiyomi, you have my private account number, please oversee the transaction.”
“Of course.”
“What about all the chocolates?” Bonnie asked as the pale woman was about to walk away. “All 500 boxes are outside. In the truck I came in. Out in the parking lot.”
Shrugging, Shego turned to Mr. Rockwaller as an evil idea formed in her mind. “You there.” he instantly stood up straighter, and cursed himself as he did. “You want to be District Manager, don’t you? Prove your worth by unloading that truck, and sending those boxes to the various branches and offices in this district. A gift from the Goroda family. They‘d better appreciate it.”
He wanted to say, ‘do it yourself’ and call her some choice expletives. However with hazel-eyes watching him, he gulped audibly and nodded. “Very well.” and left to unload said truck.
Bonnie was speechless as she watched Shego order her father around. Part of her was impressed. Not that she’d ever admit that. A small smile lit up her face. The youngest Rockwaller was beginning to like the Goroda heir.
Sumire smiled warmly at her granddaughter. Shiina would definitely make a splendid CEO.
“By the way.” Shego turned to face the brunette. “I want my iPod back.”