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Woo! I loved writing this chapter and I hope you all love reading it too.

Plenty of HK goodness to satisfy your needs, at least I think so. :-)

Enjoy!

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Chapter 4- Lecturing Statements

The room was quiet, the lights were dimmed and with her feet up on the couch, Shego enjoyed peace at last. She had been at it for a couple of hours now, going through her magazines and listening to a harmonious tune just to relish this moment.

She put the magazine in her hands down and just took a moment to look around the lab- the empty and silent lab.

That was until the slide doors opened and the whole experience suddenly went down the drain, "I can't do it! I just can't!"

Shego sighed with irritation at the sight of Drakken, walking in from his bedroom still in his blue striped pajamas, "It was good while it lasted."

He stood in front of the couch, his usual lecturing position, "I must know what that thing was, Shego."

"Can't you just leave it till the next time Kimmie strolls in to foil your plan?"

With a grunt Drakken paced back and forth, "I can't plan, I can't sleep and I certainly can't take over the world as long as that killer machine is in Kim Possible's hands! There must be a secret…"

On cue Shego rolled her eyes and pressed the little mute button inside her head- it is times like this she was grateful for the life experience she had with her brothers, because growing up with them she developed this wonderful skill she calls 'the mental mute button'.

As long as this little baby is activated the whole world becomes a silent and happy place where she can sit back, relax and go through her magazines again…

But wait, what's this?

Stuffed in the back of the couch, Shego spotted today's newspaper- something about Middleton.

The ranting old man continued to pace, "And it doesn't matter how many times you freeze them over…"

Shego tossed the newspaper flat in his face, "Look at this."

Rubbing his nose he looked over the front cover, a wide picture of a destroyed Bueno Nacho in Middleton, not since that episode with the Robot Tick has he been there- his first encounter with Kim Possible. A day he'll never forget.

"I don't get it," he frowned and looked at Shego, "what does this have to do with anything?"

"Read the title, genius!" she snapped.

He looked back at the newspaper and read out loud, "Middleton, home of teen hero Kim Possible, witnessed an attack by a…destructive killer robot!"

"There's more." Shego pressed on.

"Witnesses say, the robot was accompanied by none other than…Kim Possible." Drakken put the newspaper down at last, his anxiety and frustration evident in his face.

"She's finally outdone you, huh?" Shego mused, filing her nails with a cheeky smile.

Pressing that mute button in her head again, Shego watched as Drakken hopped and danced around the lab in fury and throwing the newspaper with all his strength against the wall.

She spoke when he finally caught his breath, "You've built your own robots before and managed to destroy them yet you can't destroy some kid's robot?"

"I can and I will!" Drakken stormed over to his drawing station and picked up a pencil, "Now if only it wasn't so dark I would remember what it looked like."

Shego stepped over to his side, "I'm guessing this means we have to pay Middleton a visit."

"Observation is required if we are to understand the inner workings of Kim Possible's droid, Shego."

"Robot." Shego pointed out.

"No, droid." Drakken countered, dropping his pencil to face her, "Robots possess no intelligence; droids on the other hand can even outsmart you and me!"

"Why do I bother?" Shego sighed.

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It's been ten minutes already, and the atmosphere in the classroom has been nerve wrecking. Particularly for Mr. Barkin, sat on his desk, facing his students and trying to focus his thoughts on the task at hand rather than the his worst nightmare standing tall and proud, right beside Kim Possible's desk.

And it wasn't just him, half the students in the classroom were eyeing it as well, particularly the ones with casts and bandages all over them.

For some reason his conscious keeps telling him things are going to turn very ugly in here; brain harvest ugly.

"Statement: Are we going to proceed with this pointless educational session or must I assume the meatbag instructor is aware of the flaws in meatbags drilling meatbags."

"That's it!" Barkin leapt out of his chair, "I cannot do this!"

Kim raised a brow in confusion, "what is it, Mr. Barkin?"

"That thing!" His large index finger pointed beside her.

"Eich Kay."

He snapped once again, "Whatever you call it…to me it's the spark of the apocalypse!"

"Sir, I assure you," Kim stood out of her chair and stroked HK, who remained motionless, "He's harmless as long as no one provokes him…err…it. No one provokes it."

Bonnie crossed her arms and glared in the droid's direction, "Says you."

Mr. Barkin marched towards the droid and poked it threateningly, his face only a breath away from HK's, "I'm watching you; I know what you're planning."

"Countering statement: And I just discovered what you consumed last night yet I do not see the relevance this might have on the current situation."

With a final huff Mr. Barkin walked back to his desk and began collecting the papers to hand out. Kim gave HK a worrisome glance as she took her seat and looked at the worksheet she just received.

"You all have forty five minutes to complete this worksheet," Barkin said as he gave each student their paper, "starting from now!"

Kim picked up her pencil and began reading through the questions, but of course HK's attention did not waver. Kim could tell. She's always had this feeling ever since he took her up as his 'master'.

Trying to focus on the work Kim filled in the first multiple choice question, then a familiar voice almost made her jump, and probably the rest of the class, "Declaration: Correct!"

"Quiet!" snapped Barkin as he took his seat at the front of the class.

Kim decided to ignore her droid, since no one else seemed too bothered about it, she rolled her eyes, read the next question and carefully filled in the bubble, "Declaration: Correct!"

Barkin stood out of his chair this time, "I said quiet!"

Kim looked over her shoulder this time, hissing at her droid, "HK! I don't need your help!"

Ron's head leaned in closer, "I do."

"Possible!" Kim looked forward to find Barkin towering over her desk, "You do know what I do to cheaters in this class, don't you?"

"Erm…" Kim took a big gulp, "detention?"

"Precisely!"

"But sir, I…"

"Get that thing out of my class before it costs you an F!"

"Threat: Do so and I shall have your…"

"Errr!" Kim's hand found it's way over HK's vocabulator just in time, "Whatever you say, Mr. Barkin."

Kim's wide smile didn't fool anyone, the anxiety in her voice was far too clear, "Eich Kay, please."

"Statement: Very well, master." With that he made his way outside.

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The school hallways were empty, but not necessarily clean with all the papers and random junk thrown all over the floor, but that didn't stop Drakken and Shego from sneaking around…or at least Drakken was sneaking.

"Shego, why can't you ever just play along with my plans?" whined Drakken from behind the wall as he watched Shego stroll casually down the corridor.

She turned to face him, "And look like an idiot pretending to hide from imaginary kids?"

Drakken scowled and paced to Shego's side, he pulled out his ridiculous looking scanner, "According to this the droid should be…"

"In front of us?" Shego pointed at a droid that stood just on the other side of the corridor, standing tall and proud in front of the school doors. Quickly she pulled Drakken from his collar to behind one of the lockers. Both of them peeked their heads around it and studied their subject.

"There it is, Shego!" He awed at its silver hull, shining brightly as the sun's rays reflected off it's surface through the school doors behind it.

Suddenly they heard a door slam and to their surprise another droid, this one rusty-red, made its way down the corridor.

Both Drakken and Shego exchanged shocked glances, "There are two of them?"

The rusty droid froze in place when it spotted the other one at the other end, "Exclamation: My photoreceptors must be deceiving me!"

"Irritated Exclamation: There you are!" The silver droid spoke with the same voice, "My master has been looking all over for you. Quick Clarification: But now that I have found you we can discuss taking you to him. Unnecessary Addendum: And put an end to hostilities."

"Query: Who are you?"

"Answer: I am HK-50 assassination protocol droid. Irritated Query: Now will you be coming or not?"

"Shocked Query: HK-50? Superior? Boasting Clarification: I am HK-47…"

"Dismissive Statement: There is no need to clarify anything. You are obsolete. That is all I need to know."

"Countering Statement: On the contrary, you shall find that I am a sophisticated assassin droid. Threat: Must I educate you in proper assassination protocols to prove it?"

The silver droid known as HK-50 drew out some type of blaster rifle, "Unconvincing Resignation: Very well, if conflict is the only way to resolve this matter then you leave me no choice."

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The class room shook when the sounds of explosions and blaster fire erupted in the corridor. The entire class were about to leap out of their seats to check out what's going on when Barkin held his arms out and stood in front of the board.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He eyed everyone and gestured for them to sit back down, "No body leaves this classroom until the forty five minutes are up."

Ron held his arm up, "But Mr. B…"

"No buts!" Barkin snapped, "I didn't toil all night to prepare this paper just for you kids to run off at the first sound some attention craving robot makes!"

Kim and Ron gave each other a shrug before they sat back down on their desks and went back to their papers. Lights flashed and noises erupted from behind the classroom door…

'What's going on out there?' Kim wondered.

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"Optimum targeting ratio achieved."

Another explosion went off, billowing more smoke into the corridor as Drakken and Shego ran in various directions, desperately trying to find some place to hide.

"Shego!" Drakken called from behind her as she held his hand, "They're out of control!"

"I know!" She stopped and looked around, covering her head to dodge random lasers coming her way, "We need to find a place to hide before…"

A laser ripped through the air and between Drakken and Shego, striking an object shrouded behind the smoke with a deafening clang.

"Systems failing master!" cried a droid as it fell with a heavy thud.

"Do you think its dead?" asked Drakken, but his response came with the sounds of mechanical motion behind them.

They turned to find the silhouette of the second droid coming towards them through the smoke, its red eyes glowing and a blaster rifle in its arms. Drakken shook like a leaf, but was rescued when Shego swiftly tugged him out of its way and the two of them waited on the side till the smoke cleared.

And there it was, the rusted droid standing proudly over its kill. The silver droid, HK-50, as it designated itself, lay on its stomach, sparks erupting from its wounded torso.

Drakken and Shego's mouths fell wide open, and as if on cue the school bell rang, waking them up from their trance.

"Doctor D, we've got to get out of here, come on!"

"No!" he snapped and pulled her arm away, "Not without that droid's specifications I'm not."

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"I have to take it to my lab. It's the only way!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Shego gestured back at the droid, "hello! Assassin droids! That doesn't exactly spell 'pacifists', you know."

Suddenly Drakken had that dumbfounded look on his face, she frowned and waved her hand in front of him, "What are you looking at?"

"Shego…you're a genius!"

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Kim dashed out of the class room, ignoring the burn holes on the walls and lockers, avoiding the craters on the floor, and desperately running down the corridor with Ron following behind.

Her eyes scanned the halls keeping a lookout for her droid, but that only grew more difficult as more and more students began to flood the school.

At last she stopped to catch her breath and began to turn to her sidekick, "Ron, do you see him anywhere- oh, Eich Kay!"

Standing tall and unscathed was her droid, Ron's head then peeked from behind, "Found him!"

"Assessment: It appears our troubles have only just begun, master."

"What happened, Eich Kay? Are you alright?"

"Mocking Answer: Oh I'm fine, master! I only just discovered a sub-standard duplicate of me, reduced him to spare parts, and left them to rust in this facility."

Ron stepped between the two, "Well, that's no big, right? He's the only one…right?"

"Answer: No, once again, you are wrong, buffoonish meatbag. If someone was capable of creating cheap duplicates of me then they must possess blueprints. Meaning there is a high probability there are more."

"Aww, man."

"Wade." Kim called on her wrist Kimmunicator.

Wade appeared with his usual wide smile on the mini screen, "Hey Kim! How's your pet droid doing?"

"Not so good, he says he found a duplicate of him."

Wade's eyes widened, "Not good! If there's a duplicate then that could mean someone has the blueprints to…"

"Yeah we got that already, we need you to scan his parts and see what you can dig up.", Kim looked up at the droid, "Mind showing us where they are, Eich Kay?"

"Answer: This way, master." He took them down the corridor and stopped when he looked at an empty spot on the ground, "Shocked Statement: This cannot be!"

Kim quickly glanced at Ron who shrugged at her before she looked back at HK, "What is it?"

"Irritated Answer: The sub-standard duplicate's parts are no longer here." HK turned to face his master, his eyes glowing with fury, "Assumption: Someone must have taken them."

"Great!" Kim sighed in agitation and looked back at the mini-screen, "Sorry about that, Wade. We'll get back to you if we find anything."

Ron placed his hand on HK's shoulders and joined the droid in staring at the floor, "Cheer up chum, I'm sure the dude's gone to a better place now."

"Query: What is this place you speak of, buffoonish meatbag?"

Ron stretched his arms high as he spoke, "You know, like droid heaven, where all assassin droids like you go and do the things they've always wanted to do."

"Extrapolation: If such a place exists then I must find it and ensure the second-rate duplicate is denied from it."

Ron slumped his shoulders and met the droid's eyes, "You never give your targets a break, do you?

"Come on guys," Kim called ahead as she walked to the school doors, "let's go home."

Ron paced up beside her with HK following behind, "Do you think your dad has any answers?"

Kim sighed,"That's what I'm hoping for, Ron. If Wade couldn't help then dad is our last resort."

"Statement: As a meatbag would say, 'I have a bad feeling about this.'"

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