#timetosplit

She needed to do something. Even if it was breaking into a top-secret lab on the other side of the country just to get some little doohickey that Drakken needed for his latest evil scheme. It would be more productive that lounging about the lair all afternoon reading old Villain's Weekly magazines until it became too much of a bore. Even initiating the fight sequences in the training room did little to test Shego’s limits since the synthodrones (molded from the likeness of her former archrival) would melt after a few well-aimed blasts of her plasma powers (she kept them on low-power too so how pathetic was that?). “DR. D!” she called out as she sauntered toward the man. She’d just finished wiping the gooey remnants of the synthodrones off her gloves when emerald-hues settled on the young man. He stood in a casual posture several feet away from Drakken, arms folded and head careened to the side. Okay, so this guy was an unfamiliar face. And not a henchman, Shego mused upon eyeing his attire. “Um, Dr. D, care to introduce me to your new recruit here?”