The elevator opened at the penthouse-floor of the Schooley/McCorkle Hotel. Shego rolled outside, followed by the two filmmakers.
"Wow", said Julian low.
Neither him nor Washington had ever been in the penthouse of a grand hotel.
"If you think that this is impressive, you should see what's behind this door", Shego said and stopped in front of a retina-scanner.
She took a small box out of a case in her wheelchair. In it was a contact lens. She put it in her left eye, typed in a four digit number on a keypad next to the door and got her eye scanned. The door opened with a loud click.
"These retina-scanners are a joke", Shego laughed. "You could trick them like this at the end of 20th century and you still can. No worries, we're not breaking in, I rented it as legal as you can, only with a fake identity. But if I hadn't used the lens, it would be teeming with Global Justice agents in less than two minutes. Come in. "
Shego went first. Julian and Washington followed respectfully, only to stop one step after the treshold, with their mouths wide open.
"Come on", Shego groaned, annoyed, "it's only the biggest room in the most expensive Hotel of the city. I thought it would be nice to shoot this film in a pleasing location. Am I right?"
Julian had to give himself a mental slap in the face, to focus again on the real important things.
"Uhm, yes. Yes, this was a good idea. Washington, set up the camera. "
Washington tried to resist an inner desire. The bed in front of him was so huge and looked so soft and comfortable, that he would like to jump with a flip on the mattress and jump on it up and down like a child. He controlled this desire very well, until he recognized, that he had already jumped with a flip on the mattress and now jumped on it up and down like a child.
"Washington! " Julian called. "Work! Now! "
Washington stopped jumping, got off of the bed and took a small camera out of his backpack.
Compared with retina-scanners, cameras became advanced in the last decades. I don't wanna go into details, but you don't need anything more than this little camera, to make a professional looking film.
Shego asked: "Where shall I go? "
Julian took a short look around and answered: "How about the window? "
"No, sorry. You never know who is sitting in the house next to you and might aim their weapon at you. I made too many enemies and unfortunately are most of them much younger than me. "
"Then... try it beside the window. "
"You are the director. But when you or baldie touch the minibar, you're dead."
Washington swallowed the last piece of a chocolate and hoped that Shego didn't see where he got it from.

A few minutes later, when picture and sound were arranged and Shego had refreshed her make up. In other words: They were ready to go.
"Are you ready, Shego? "
She sighed.
"Yes, I am. "
"Okay, then keep rollin', Washington. "
"Everything's rolling, you can start. "
Silence for a few seconds.
"Uhm, you wanna introduce yourself? " Julian asked.
"Oh, I thought you would say something first. Whatever. Well, my name is Shego. Many of you know me as the most dangerous and wanted woman in the world." She emphased the last sentence, sounding very proud. "I'm going to tell some things about me. Things I wanted to tell, before I die. I'm not hiding and I don't expect mercy or anything like that, I just thought that it would be a shame that all these stories would die with me. I never wrote any of it down and the few people who knew enough about me to tell you, are dead. " A little smile appeared on her face. "No panic. I didn't kill them. Yes, I killed one or two people, " the smile faded for a slight melancholie, which you could also hear in her voice, "but everybody who I really...cared for, died without my help."
Shego looked thoughtfully at the floor. A few moments later she looked with a seemingly forced smile up to Julian and asked: "So, what do you wanna know? "
"How about, if you start from the beginning? "
"The beginning of what? "
"Your beginning. Your childhood, your parents...Team Go. "
Shego lifted astonished an eyebrow.
"Team Go? There are not many people who know about Team Go and me. "
"Maybe it's time to change that. "
"Maybe. " She looked thoughtfully at the camera and played unconsciously with a strand of her hair. Then she took a deep breath and began to tell. "There's not much to tell about my parents. I can't even really remember them that well. But I think, that I liked them a lot. They died when I was 10. This damn meteor has changed everything. "
"Meteor? "
"Seems like you haven't done your research as well as I thought. It was a tuesday. I always hated tuesday, but I hated that tuesday in 1990 most. "

The aforementioned tuesday in 1990.
A garden at the edge of Go City.
It was a nice garden. Very cultivated and tidy. The house was also not to be sneezed at. There was a small, colourful flower bed, right under the kitchen window, and a pond with fish, which cats often tampered with, if no one chased them away. On this day wasn't a single cat nearby. Like they had known it before.
At the heart of the garden was a tree. An oak, to be precise. It was there before the house was built and probably it would be still there after the house was gone.
Up high in it was a treehouse. None of these shaky, badly built treehouses, with askew shelves and rusty, overhanging nails. You could see the love, it was built with and the reason for all that love was insinde.
Five children. Four boys and one girl, all siblings. The youngest, twins, where just a few months old, the oldest was already 15.
"But he deserved it! " said the little girl, with the interesting name "Shego", angrily.
"I don't think so, " said Hego, her oldest brother. "What has he done? "
"He pulled me by my hair! Very hard! "

"David Fincher. Not related to the filmmaker with the same name. A little scoundrel who had nothing else to do than annoy me the whole day. But I gave him the low-down. "

"When someone pulls you by the hair, it's no reason to bite his hand and push him downstairs. "

"I've always been more charming than my brothers. "

Mego, the second eldest, said with a smile: "You should be happy that nothing serious happened to him and that I was there to keep him off from getting you in trouble. It's only my benefit that you neither got kicked out of school or got a house arrest. "
"But you should apologize to him anyway. "
"I'm sorry, Mego. "
"Not to him, to David. "
"Why should I do that? He is always mean to me."
"First of all, good people always apologize, when they did a bad thing and what you did was bad. And secondly... "
"And secondly he bothers you only because he has a crush on you," interfered Mego.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!!! This smello has a crush on me!? "
"Pulling you by your hair is a clear sign, sis. Little boys always pull the hair of girls they like."
"I never did that. "
"Okay, every boy except for Hego, our Mr. Nice Guy. "
"It's bad manners to treat girls like that. "
"That's right, but how do you show her otherwise, that you like her? "
"Flowers? Chocolate? A nice letter? "
"Sounds good, but maybe you, as the letter-writing flower arranger that you are, should ask yourself, why you still have no girlfriend? "
Hego sighed and said quietly: "I am too shy. "
Little Shego made a retching sound.
"Stop that! Boys are so disgusting! "

"My brothers laughed at this comment. Of course I had no idea what was so funny, but this would be the leasts of my worries soon. Hego noticed it first. "

Hego's laughter relapsed abruptly into silence.
"What's wrong? " Mego asked.
"You hear that? "
Shego and Mego listened intensely.
"No, " Shego said, "but I smell something. The twins dropped a bomb again. "
"Wait. You are right, Hego, what's that? "
"Got no idea, but it's getting louder. "

"At this time I had never confessed...and I must admit, that I'm saying it for the first time ever, but my brothers scared the hell out of me at this point. Then I heard it, too. It was some kind of whistling, mixed with a rumbling thunder. Hard to describe, but I will never forget this sound. It is burnt in my brain forever and won't go on with its way through the universe until I die. It would be nice by the way if you would kill me, if I say some wannabe-philosphic rubbish like this again."

Meanwhile it was impossible not to hear this sound. Nevertheless it was getting louder and made the treehouse shake.
Hego grabbed the twins and called: "Let's get out of here! "
Well, he tried, but he couldn't say more than "Let's" until a loud bang appeared as harbinger of an even louder silence.

Shego looked at a picture on the wall. A horrible tawdry picture of a sunrise, above a beach. She didn't realise how long she stared at it, until Julian dared to talk to her.
"Uhm, Shego? "
She turned to the camera, like she woke up from some kind of trance.
"One day someone asked me the rhetorical question how it would be, if you got shot into the sun and what would be the last thing you will feel then. If you feel for a split second the worst pain ever or if everyhing happens too quick to feel anything. Of course I didn't know the answer. The only people who know the answer got definitely no chance to tell us. But what I know is, that the last thing you feel, when you got hit by a meteor, is a prickle. It doesn't hurt, it just prickles. An unpleasant prickle. I don't know exactly if you feel that with every meteor, but that's what we felt when we got hit by this one. It got a direct hit on our treehouse. It's kinda ironic. My brothers and I were right in the middle of the explosion and we felt good after it. Our parents were a little bit outside and died. We had a theory about this. We thought that we died too, but that the meteor brought us back to life and cured our injuries, when it give us our superpowers. We stepped out of the crater without a scratch. Or do you remember Dennis Hopper? When he was young, he placed himself in the middle of a ring of dynamite and blew it up. He was absolutely safe, because everything was so calculated, that the blast waves neutralized each other. Maybe it was similar with us? " Shego raised her right hand and played a little bit with the flame in it. "Hmm. Only one of many, many unsolved mysteries of the universe. "