Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

In Our Fear

"Shego! SHEGO! Have you seen my last package of Cocomoo?" The blue scientist's voice echoed, as he scurried through the kitchen. He checked every cabinet, every drawer and every other place where a box that small could fit.

"Check the back cupboard!" Her yell was faintly heard from the other side of the lair.

"I already did!" He yelled back with attitude, as he even checked inside the fridge. But all that was inside, was some sandwich meat, a half empty carton of milk and some microwaveable TV dinners.

Shego's boots clacked on the tile, growing louder as she got closer to the kitchen. "Okay seriously, you go through Cocomoo like it's water. I bet you used the last of it yesterday when you were doing this exact same thing." She entered the kitchen, in her usual green and black clad outfit. Her arms were folded across her thick chest with her annoyed stare aimed directly at her boss.

Drakken stopped hunting for a moment, and looked up in realization. Was she right? Did he use the rest of it yesterday?

She walked over to the trash, and opened the lid by the foot pedal. She reached in, and pulled out the crushed box of Cocomoo mix. "See? This was the last box you used up yesterday. You really need to start drinking something else." Shego rolled her eyes and dropped the box back in the trash.

"Why don't you actually try drinking water or soda, or even alcohol like a normal adult would." A sarcastic grin crawled across her face at the snarky remark.

"Hurting with our words, Shego. Besides, you know why I don't drink."

"Because you can't open the cap."
"Because I can't open the cap."

Shego just rolled her eyes, and walked out of the other side of the kitchen. The woman was bored. Drakken hadn't made anything or planned anything worthwhile in quite some time. She was beginning to grow ancy. She grew restless and wanted to beat some people up. After all, violence was her favorite pass time.

In attempt to entertain herself, she walked into the comfortable living room, and sat down on the rounded couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table and reached for the remote. As soon as she clicked the television on, the first thing she saw was the news reel.

The big red bar at the top said "Breaking News" in all caps. The bottom one read, "High speed chase in government vehicles leads to deadly disaster". Violence. Her interest was peaked.

"Oooo, this sounds amusing." Her morbidity kicked in with a satisfied smile.

She saw live footage from a news chopper, hovering over mess of wrecked cars and fast a paced chase down. The front vehicles were firing off rounds from turrets at the top of their suburbans while a large, armored Jeep pursued close behind.

"Ha! Hate to be them right now." She mocked the television. But then, she saw the strangest thing.

She saw the camera zoom in on one of the passengers who was firing off a rifle. And to her surprise, that single passenger was Eric. Her eyes instantly widened as she immediately recognized that evil grin and goatee.

"Uh.. Dr. D!" Shego yelled for her boss in a tone nobody usually heard Shego use.

"Shego whatever you're seeing, I guarantee you what I'm seeing is much worse!" Drakken replies back in a snap. Normally he'd come running at the sudden sound of Shego acting strange. But not this time. This time, Dr. D was right. For once.