Loved the idea of Hego blabbing to his sister about our meeting. It grabbed a hold of me, so I hammered this out in an hour or two. Let me know if there are any problems. Too tired to look for mistakes myself right now.
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Made in Heaven
Have another one of these a while back, do I need to tag that as well to get credit?
Family Talk
Shego kicked back in her oversized chair, turning to look out at Middleton from the top of the Drakktech headquarters. She savored the view for a long moment, before picking up one of the many phones, and dialing a number from memory. It rang twice, before
"Bueno Nacho, home of the Naco, now delivering from our hearts to your homes! How can I help you today?"
"Hey bro, just checking in to see how things are going."
Oh, hey Shego! I've got some time to talk." He said after a brief pause. Shego rolled her eyes. No one would be caught dead in Bueno Nacho even in the middle of the lunch rush, but he was just so damn dedicated to his job that he had to check anyways.
"Things are great. Getting some decent hero work in, working on some plans for rebuilding Bueno Nacho bigger and better than ever, and Doofenshmirtz is planning to go to war with the New Mewni Economic Area."
"What." She could already feel a headache building.
"Yeah, apparently the guy in charge is some sort of interdimension, immortal lizard wizard monster... thing. It's pretty much your standard super villain model, tragic backstory, thirst for vengeance, and wants to exterminate all humanity so monster can inherit the earth or something. And that's not even getting into some of the crazier things he told us about."
"I...I..." Shego struggled to get her thoughts in order.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to storm off on my own and face him single handed." Hego "The Doc wouldn't appreciate it, and the meeting made it clear that storming in without a plan would be a bad idea." Hego reassured her.
"Meeting?" Shego asked as she slumped back in her chair, still trying to sort out exactly what was happening.
"Yeah, he wanted to get everyone up to speed on what he's learned, and brainstorm some ways to get around the whole 'unkillable' quality this guy apparently has. Spent three hours bouncing ideas around ideas on how to get around it, ranging from death rays to having goofy do the polka so he laughs himself to death. None of them managed to get any real traction, so he's sitting back to come up with some scheme to take him down. This guy conquered a freaking planet, and has all the magic of that planet at his disposal. Much as I would love to go in like in the old days, fists flashing and powers blazing, that's not going to end anywhere near well."
"At last, you're starting to show some sense." Shego said, a smirk spreading across her face as they moved into familiar territory.
"Now if we were to reform Team Go, that might be a different story..." he trailed off
"No way in hell."
"Come on sis, when was the last time you really got to cut loose and kick some butt? Ever since you took over Drakktech from your old boss, you've been pulverizing zoning laws and fighting bureaucracy instead of super powered villains and robots." He wheedled, "Just think of how much fun that would be!"
She hesitated, before shaking her head, "I'm out, save for a few exceptional circumstances. I don't have the luxury of calling in sick like you, I run this company."
"All the more reason you should be able to take some time off. Who's going to stop you?"
"Keep trying, and I'll buy Bueno Nacho back from Doofenshmirtz just to burn it down in front of you." Shego growled, sitting forward.
"You think he'd give up any part of the Tri-State Area?" Hego teased.
"He would if I gave him a few more businesses in exchange. Go ahead and try me."
"Settle down, there's no reason to get so upset about it. You've got your life, I've got mine." He cajoled, voice tight. "No need to fight dirty."
She let him squirm for a few more seconds, "...Fine. Whatever, I've got better things to do besides make you suffer."
"Anyways, back to this meeting, you won't believe some of the dirt the boss man dug up on the corn this guy has been selling."
"Hego, stop." she ordered.
"Right, I got ya. I know you probably have some corporate takeover that needs your attention, so tell you what: There's too much to go over on the phone, so I'll write up an e-mail for you. Sound good?"
"I... whatever." She slumped back again.
"Great, I've got to get back to work now, but we should talk again soon! Love ya!"
She held the phone next to her head long after the click, and well into the irritating beeping before setting it back in its cradle.
This was big, the kind of thing that if one of her employees leaked to another major player, would result in an unexpected 'disappearance.' And her idiot brother just blabbed about it over the phone, and was going to send an e-mail of all things. Even when he was half a state away, he managed to drag her into his mess. Doofenshmirtz knew the score, and how she would react if he put her brother in danger, but if her brother was going to be so dense as to leak corporate secrets so brazenly, there was only so much she could do about it.
Sure, she could take on Doofenshmirtz, maybe even take him out if she tried hard enough, but it would be all too easy for him to spin this against her, making it harder to work with the other powers, and an all out war would leave her weak to opportunistic attacks. There had to be another way to resolve this. She scowled as a pang of longing shot through her. Back when Drakken was in charge, she could just make this his problem. God things were easier back then.
She would have to talk to the Doctor, work out some kind of deal, a little quid pro quo with an understanding that it was a one time thing, and that keeping Hego away from sensitive information was his responsibility. Her cleaning up this mess would never happen again, and he had better not expect it from her.
Or she could just make it abundantly clear to her brother that he needed to keep his mouth shut about this sort of thing, explain the concept of need-to-know, discretion, and all sorts of synonyms for keeping his big mouth shut. If she didn't act on this information directly, pretended to find out on her own, then they could keep a lid on things, and keep Doofenshmirtz in the dark.
That was the way to play this. Pretend it never happened, and make sure it wouldn't happen again. No cost to her, no conflict with Doofenshmirtz, it was perfect.
Her computer beeped, and after a few minutes, Shego let out a scream of frustration. As expected, the e-mail contained all the information Hego had promised and more.
And it had been CCed to Doofenshmirtz.