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WHO: The Monarch, Shego, possibly Tony Stark
WHERE: Stark Technologies building=>Cocoon
WHEN: 7/7 late night, early morning
WARNINGS: Snark. The Monarch
SUMMARY: Operation STEAL STARK TECHNOLOGY IS GO. The loot isn't exactly what The Monarch hopes.
FORMAT: quick stuff because Kay is being a lazy bastard

[The Monarch was following Shego's lead, which was unsettling at first, but so far he was completely impressed. She knew her crap. While the Cocoon awaited in stealth mode, they were making way through the air ducts. Hopefully she studied the security plans enough to know where the hell they were supposed to be to get the GRAIL of Stark Technology in the research and development archives.]

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[The more they crawled through the air ducts the more uncomfortable he was getting. The wings in his costume were nice, but crap weren't they made for this kind of work]

Shit. TELL ME we're almost there.

[Shego, on the other hand, was having NO such trouble. Crawling through air ducts was one of her many specialties.

She stops short for a second and turns to look over her shoulder.]

You know, this would have been a lot easier for you if you didn't have such a ridiculous costume.

And I would have been in and out by now without you tagging along.

[The Monarch keeps crawling behind her, waving his hand idly in the air the first chance he got as he tried to stay close]

So freaking cool. Look at me, I'm Shego. I can crawl through ducts like a trained mouse in a cheese maze. I'm the bestest ever!

[He grunts, finishing his mocking, and getting back to crawling]

Honestly, I'll keep myself from darting your ass if you drop it and finally deal with it. It's a little late for me to back out now, Sunshine.

You didn't answer my question. Are we close or what?

[Shego rolled her eyes and shook her head.

whatever. just let him get it out. what was with all her bosses acting like some overgrown baby throwing a temper tantrum?

she stops, sitting back on her legs as she looks down the grating.]

We're here.

What, really?

[The Monarch sounds surprised, even though that's what he wanted. He smiles]

Alright, let's get this show on the road. You see anything down there?

[He was expecting more security. Like security bots and lasers]

[Shego leans forward and presses an eye against the grating.]

So far? Nothing. But if you don't shut up there's bound to be something.

[she's working on carefully melting away the grating with her green energy, slowly and quietly working it off so the two of them could careful descend into the room.]

[Oh she's melting the grating? That's cool. The Monarch waits impatiently, before she removes it.]

Ladies first.

[Shego shrugs, expecting to go first, anyway.

she removes the melted off grating as silently as possible, and then peeks her head down. so far, everything looks relatively safe and quiet, but just to be sure, she sits down and opens up the satchel attached to her ankle.

she removes a sort of small bottle, and sprays it in the room. stereotypical red beams appear, but not enough to cause any real alarm.

she skillfully descends, jumping down silently and avoiding the...pathetically easily avoidable beams. something wasn't right about how not well-protected this place was, but she shrugged. so long as this turned out to be easy, who cared?

she motions for the Monarch to follow.]

[The Monarch watches from the air duct. Oh if she thinks he's going to acrobatically make his way through, it wasn't going to happen. He was flexible, but he wasn't going to be joining the circus anytime soon. But the beams were arranged in a way that even he could jump through them.

Stark had to have had better security than this. He got out of the vent and floated down, his wings flapping slowly before retracting back down, making his way through the red beams and staying close to Shego like a butterfly-enamored shadow.

He looked around, stroking his beard.]

Shit are you kidding me? I could've done that myself.

[He snorts, though he knows too well that the night was young... and security could spike once they got closer to the desired target.]

[Shego tries to stifle a laugh at the ridiculous sight of her new boss fluttering down like some big, hideous butterfly. her voice is slightly strained with the contained laughter.]

Then by all means go right ahead.

[she steps aside, as though signalling him to lead the way.]

If you think this is gonna be easy, I'll let you lead.

What, really?

[He appears surprised at first before his face seriouses the fuck up and he stands upright with his chest out.]

Very well. I'll-

[He pauses with a glare]

Heeeey, hold on, this is why I'm paying you! I'm not going to do all the effing work, nice try Catsuit!

[And with their bickering... he spots some kind of robotic looking device on the wall, with a lens directed RIGHT at them.] Crap! [ Without a second thought he aims and shoots a dart at it, hoping to shoot the lens, but instead it just knocks it askew... and suddenly five of them appear in the room.]

[she quirks her eyebrow at the nickname, but she takes notice of the sudden rise of robotic devices. there's a roll of the eyes, and her hands light up with that green energy of hers.

in one swift motion she's bracing herself in front of him, and there are five quick green blasts as the robotic easily incinerate into ash. before the metal of the grating had been melted, and now the metalic robots were nothing but dust.

don't ask me how these powers work.

she pauses, waiting for any sound of alarm.]

Way to go boss. Look what you did. C'mon. Let's just get your stupid whatever and go.

[Impressive. The Monarch blinked.]

Uh. Not bad.

[He'd have to remember about that weird power of hers. Yeesh.

He tries to remember what he saw on the blueprints, following the intel that was gathered.]

Third to the right. Guess there's some kind of door to break through and it should be in some master computer.

[Cackling most diabolically, they arrived back to the Cocoon.]

Take it to 5th gear, Minions! Cloak this mother and floor it!!

[He was practically giddy. That was effing awesome. He got to his throne, spinning around in it and pointing with great authority]

Henchman 14. Download the data. [He tosses a disk to one of his men, wringing his hands together] Let's see what we got here.

[He looks over, smiling widely at Shego] THAT is how it's effing DONE.

[aaaaah, nothing like a heist well done. there was a smug air as she took her position, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed, and there's a slightly cocky smile spreading across her face.]

Told ya I was good.

Yeah, I had my doubts. [Of course, none of any folly by her.]

[He can't sit still, he's too excited about the loot. He gets up, hands on his hips]

You drink, right? Champagne?

[she seems to brighten up a little at the mention of the champagne.

that was new.]

Sure. Why not?

[Truth be told, The Monarch had stashed some quality Champagne when he arrived in anticipation of a successful heist. He shook his fist in the air.]

Minion! [Directed at one random one, that was celebrating with two others] Bring it here!

[The henchman stopped, reluctantly replying "Uh... we drank it during the 4th, boss."]

What??

["Yeah.. we were.... COMPLETELY wasted, sir."]

Auugh! One of you get some right now before I murder one of you. [Only one. He WAS in a good mood!] In like... 5 minutes. I'm serious.

[The henchman runs and The Monarch sighs, shaking his head]

Henchmen. Honestly. [He gives Shego a smirk] What do you think? How about we open our prize to see what we got.

[Shego rolls her eyes at the henchman, but again, it's to be expected. this is why she was happy The Monarch agreed to not have them come along.

her arms are still crossed, but she humours her new boss with a somewhat agreeable smirk. hey, she can be pleased at a successful heist.]

Sure. Open it up and let's see what the stupid data you so desperately wanted was.

[ Henchman 14 has finished loading the data, the large jumbo sized screen in front of the panel showing what was on his computer.

It's a folder. The Monarch smiles, leaning over and double clicks it.

It opens and.... nothing.]

What the-....

[ With a grunt he double clicks again. Still nothing.]

The fuck is this???

[Shego rolls her eyes, and the smirk disappears from her lips.]

An empty folder. Doy.

[He grunts]

Well YEAH, but-

Henchman 14. Scan it. Then open it! Maybe it's a hidden file!

[He knew that made no sense. But it couldn't have caused them this much trouble to come back with NOTHING. Rage was bubbling up inside. There BETTER be something in there]

[meanwhile Shego remains leaning against the wall, a nail file coming out of literally nowhere.

she starts filing away at gloves.]

A hidden file. Genius.

HEY, Stark is some pompous ass mega genius, so maybe he found a way to make it look like there's nothing there in case some brilliant mastermind gets a hold of it!

[Or maybe there really isn't anything there. Henchman 14 is frantically looking for something in the disc... because Lord knows the Monarch will kill him if there's nothing there. The more his boss waits, the more irate he gets.]

Auuuughhhh!!!! [He bellows, now increasingly getting pissed.]

How does this even HAPPEN?? Are you FUCKING kidding me??!

[there's a shrug, and she continues to file, crossing an ankle over the other as she leans further back.

she's just going to let him scream and get the steam out or whatever. but she's smirking all the same. ooooh, let's see how this guy reacts when his plan fails!

nevermind the fact that shego is a bit annoyed that she wasted her time. but hey, so long as she still gets paid despite it being a dud.]

[The Henchman reluctantly turns towards his leader, shaking, "There's nothing here, boss. It's-"]

AGH!!! MOTHER FUCKER! [A lethal dart to the head, Henchman 14 face planted onto the panel.

Yeah. Rage was imminent. The Henchmen already began to scatter. Even the poor Henchman that returned with the champagne, made a beeline back out the door.

All that. ALL THAT for NOTHING! As a stream of profanities left his mouth he knew that he couldn't blame Shego. She did her job. Stark totally fucked with them. Probably by knowing intel was gathering over R&D from an outside party.]

... So you know when you get kicked in the nuts? Yeah. A lot like that.

[He would have to redeem this utter failure later.]

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Part 1- The Heist

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lkdscjlkadsj SORRY FOR SUCKING.

UNFORGIVABLE :[ lol, it's ok. no prob

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Part 2- Post-Heist

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