“Have I ever told you about the corruption?”
The past.
O.L.A.P.'s leader was a mystery figurehead, running everything from local politics to the very economics from the shadows. Most don't even know what the being was like, or appeared in person.
Some would call it an honor to be called on by the leader, yet one Trishta Possible was left a changed woman forever since meeting the leader for the first time.
Her feet was killing her, at home her daughter was always crying and at work things have been chaotic in the genetics labs with the idea of a new type of weapon. A human weapon, it sounded pretty stupid in her opinion.
Of course she kept this to herself as everyone in her department had this fear of disappointing the master, if they sneeze without his consent they would pull out a sword and spill their guts on the floor right where they stand. She would crap on his head if she got the chance, she had to claw her way through the ranks of cleaner to a lowly scientist in the many useless labs.
How did she get called on by her boss to come up to the offices for an evaluation she wouldn't know, all she cared about was to get back home before her daughter drove the babysitter insane.
She open the door to find things were dark, very dark. In her boss's chair was the fabled “master” of O.L.A.P., all in his shadowy glory.
“You must be Trishta Possible,” the voice was off, like a buzz clipper was trying to speak. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if he was using a voice scrambler. “I have read over your profile, graduated from Upperton medical school and have a degree in genetic engineering. It's very impressive work,” she shifted and said nothing as she watched the figure moved. “Even many of the others that have been specially trained for my project are not as qualified as you are, I am offering you an advancement.”
That word, advancement, had hit like a cannon. “Thank you sir,” was all she could say as the file slid across the desk. She picked it up to see it had “Project Type” stamped on it.
She stood in the viewing area, down there on the operating table of her own flesh and blood undergoing a very dangerous and radical procedure of bio-cyber implants. She hadn't agreed to this, not in a long shot but like everything in her life she had to turn to someone for help.
Sad to know you're only daughter has been diagnosed with a rare disease that will kill her before she's even fifteen. This was the only option, she hope that Kim would forgive her for this. She turn away, her stomach was threatening to empty itself right where she stood. Selling her daughter's flesh to the devil to save her life, was that the right thing?
The present.
“Scared?”
“Why, she's just a kid.”
“A kid that manage to pulverize Violet, Phantasm and a whole lot of minions.”
“You worry too much, we're practically the elite of this organization. Those others were done in by the great machine god.”
He groaned and laid his head onto the marble counter, he hated when Type 02, Harette, talked about deus ex machina. All he can do is order a drink and hope it will drown out the noise, lifting his head he picked up the martini. “Think we should drink like this when she's coming, and I heard she has like all these fighters that make her look good and transforming powers.”
Scoffing Harette adjusted her badly done “bartender” outfit, “you idiot. That's the kamen rider, you watch too much tv.”
He lean back with a odd laugh, when you expect an evil super power organization mission control-slash-organizer you wouldn't believe that Kai, the four and most dangerous type, was it. Despite that he polished off his drink, there was still the unanswered question.
“Scared?”
“She's just a kid, like you said.” Harette wipe up some water mark left by a bottle. “You?”
“Too be truthful,” Kai said. “I'm drunk and kind of pissing my pants.”
Shego lead Kim to a hideout that was used during emergencies, it was hidden away in the woods away from the city. It was small, about smaller than the apartment but at the moment the whole idea was get some rest after they track down the organization's headquarters; it involved some computer networking that Drakken had made, it was simplified that even Brick Flagg could use it.
Kim and Shego were busy checking and cross checking certain key words,they narrowed it down to several locations.
“Think this is accurate?” Kim asked Shego as she pushed away from the terminal.
“Yeah, Dr. D maybe a bumbling buffoon but some of his work is pretty trustable.” She waved a hand towards the machinery while leading Kim to another room that was furnished like a normal place. With an exception of the metal walls and various equipment around the area, “take a seat. We got a big day tomorrow,” Shego said as she went into a kitchenette and came back with some sandwiches. Tossing one at Kim while taking a seat next to her Shego waited for Kim to say something, “you going to say something?”
“Sandwich is good,” Kim said. “And I liked that kiss earlier, might ask for another one soon.”
Shego smiled coyly while snuggling up, “which?”
“Both,” Kim smiled after taking another bite. “But I can settle for the latter first.” She paused for a moment to finish her sandwich, “just want to make out? I suck at these innuendo things.”
“Yeah, I just can't think up anything without sounding cheesy.”