For some reason, this omake was
really difficult to write, so I left it aside for like a month. In the end, this is not quite as long or as elaborate as I planned initially, but it sort of hits the notes I wanted to touch upon. Let's hope that the last part proves less difficult.
After the disappointments of the previous year, 2016 started in something of a high note.
The failures were not forgotten and negativity never left the back of his mind, but for a few weeks Hego was able to feel genuinely upbeat for the first time in a long while. Almost in spite of himself, he
enjoyed Acapulco. It may have been a brief trip, but it had been a
great experience.
Perhaps it hadn't been his very first time outside of the United States, but all previous travels abroad had been part of the superhero business, involving rather a lot of assaulting the strongholds of assorted evildoers and very little in the way of tourism or leisure.
In comparison to that, the company retreat had been full of new experiences. Mexico wasn't quite how he had imagined it (a lot less
sombreros, for one), but that didn't make the experience any less novel or memorable.
He had visited
a fort nearly as old as Jamestown, with a quaint history museum; he had been able to take a swim in the sea for the first time in a couple of years (Go City's beachfront was one of the things he missed the most, since moving to Middleton); and he had even seen
a group of mad lads leaping off a cliff to dive into the shallow waters of a rocky inlet.
It had felt awkward at the time not leaping to the rescue, but the
clavadistas knew their business. No regrets had come out of the experience, only thrilling memories and renewed respect for the courage of the common man.
This was not to say that there hadn't been negative aspects to the trip, because Acapulco had also opened his eyes to things that would had shaken him to the core.
Having dinner in a genuine mexican
taqueria had been a whim at the time and it had been a pleasant enough culinary experience, but it had planted the seeds of a realization that had woken him up in a cold sweat later that night.
Bueno Nacho didn't offer the true taste of Mexico.
The thought was horrifying and the implications staggering. For years, the restaurant had been using false advertising. He had been an unwitting accomplice to
fraud. Sleep hadn't come easily that night, so instead he had spent hours making notes about possible ways of undoing the wrongs he had wrought.
But not even something like that had managed to ruin his mood. Not after success in the true mission that had brought him to Mexico, for he had managed to take the measure of Doctor D's organization.
The lesser villains and the robot had been well within expectations, much like the powerful super who claimed to be Genghis Khan reborn who seemed to have become the doctor's main enforcer. Supervillain masterminds always managed to call to their banner their fellow travellers of the path of evil.
But Doofenshmirtz had woven a huge web that had managed to trap a number of innocents. It was hard to say what kind of role somebody like Goofy was meant to play in the doctor's schemes and he couldn't even begin to guess what misfortunes had lead the lovely Miss Peña to fall under the villain's shadow, but now that he knew about them it was certain that this knowledge would assist him in foiling his boss.
He still wasn't sure about
how to accomplish that foiling, but he wasn't too worried about that.
After all, it is said that knowing is half the battle.
Hego returned to the United States feeling quite happy with himself and hoping to find a new opportunity to keep unravelling the veil of secrecy that had been raised around DEI.
This was not to last.
January turned into February and February into March, without any new breakthroughs. His frustration started growing once more, so he decided to take some time off for "personal reasons".
In the first day of his break, he overslept after a week of long shifts, awful commutes and failing to get in touch with Shego. When he woke up, he decided that this had been a good thing. He felt actually rested and more ready than ever to do some good. A difference of a couple hours couldn't make such a big difference, could it?
As it turned out, it could.
Two hours of sleep meant missing the message that DEI had sent to his phone, asking him to help in containing the latest attack of the fiendish Inquinator. It meant being late for the fight. It meant another failure.
When he reached the trash-littered battlefield and he was able to see the extent of the disaster, Hego felt something break in his heart.