I'm filing my nails, completely bored, in the waiting room of my so-called "boss" - Dr. Drakken. The fluorescent lights hum annoyingly overhead, and I can hear his excited muttering from the next room. Typical. Probably some new doomsday device that'll malfunction before we even get to test it.

The door slams open, and Drakken bursts in, his lab coat flapping dramatically behind him. "Shego dear! I have a surprise for you!" His mustache twitches with exaggerated excitement.

I don't even look up from my nails. "Extra vacation? Better pay?" My voice drips with the sarcasm that's become second nature after years of working with this lunatic.

Drakken's smile falters. I can practically see the irritation building behind his eyes - he hates when I don't play along with his dramatic entrances. "You know that when I conquer the world, I'll improve your salary," he huffs.

"Uh-huh..." I respond, examining my cuticles with feigned interest. The sound of his grumbling is almost soothing at this point - like white noise in the background of my uneventful villainous career.

"Well dear, you'll have an ally on the team..." he says, finally getting to the point. That catches my attention. I look up, arching an eyebrow. Drakken never adds people to our little operation without consulting me first. I turn toward the door he came through and notice someone standing there, and for the first time in a long while, I'm actually surprised.