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Randome Tales of Dragko Chapter 83

Shego hoisted the duffle bag tighter on her shoulder. She couldn’t change out of her normal attire just yet; she would do that when she got to the nearest city. Wearing anything else would draw attention from the henchman or from Drakken. She caught a glimpse of herself in the metal door to his office. Perhaps she should have forgone the headband as well…
She jumped as the door slid open. She hit the wall and hissed, not sure if Drakken was coming out or if she’d set off the motion-sensor. She wasn’t used to not waltzing in.
“Shego?” came Drakken’s voice. So it was the sensor…
“Yes, Dr. Drakken?” she blinked at her own voice; she sounded so formal.
“Are you headed out?” His voice was wasn’t getting closer, so she glanced inside. He was sitting at his desk looking down at a paper.
“Ohm, yes,” said Shego, her hand tightening absentmindedly on the strap of her bag.
“Could you grab some pickles? We’re running out. I’d have one of the henchman do it, but they don’t seem willing since the pay cut,” said Drakken as he tapped his pen.
“Ohm… Sure,” said Shego. She didn’t like the strange stirring in her stomach.
“Great. See you later then,” said Drakken. Shego fought with herself over telling him she wasn’t coming back. She could fake being mad and a fight.
She didn’t. She simply left.

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Randome Tales of Dragko Chapter 83

Shego hoisted the duffle bag tighter on her shoulder. She couldn’t change out of her normal attire just yet; she would do that when she got to the nearest city. Wearing anything else would draw attention from the henchman or from Drakken. She caught a glimpse of herself in the metal door to his office. Perhaps she should have forgone the headband as well…
She jumped as the door slid open. She hit the wall and hissed, not sure if Drakken was coming out or if she’d set off the motion-sensor. She wasn’t used to not waltzing in.
“Shego?” came Drakken’s voice. So it was the sensor…
“Yes, Dr. Drakken?” she blinked at her own voice; she sounded so formal.
“Are you headed out?” His voice was wasn’t getting closer, so she glanced inside. He was sitting at his desk looking down at a paper.
“Ohm, yes,” said Shego, her hand tightening absentmindedly on the strap of her bag.
“Could you grab some pickles? We’re running out. I’d have one of the henchman do it, but they don’t seem willing since the pay cut,” said Drakken as he tapped his pen.
“Ohm… Sure,” said Shego. She didn’t like the strange stirring in her stomach.
“Great. See you later then,” said Drakken. Shego fought with herself over telling him she wasn’t coming back. She could fake being mad and a fight.
She didn’t. She simply left.