“I didn't get off the train until it reached its final station; that was around three or four hours later. At least it was far enough away to put me out of reach of my brothers. Loterton was the name of the city. It was pretty big, but compared to Go City, Loterton was merely a village. The first thing that I wanted to do after I left the train, was sleep. I stole the first car I saw and began to search for a hotel.”

Fifteen minutes later, Shego pulled her stolen car into a gas station to ask for directions.
“Excuse me, officer,” she breathed to a policeman who had just bought a bag of potato chips from the vending machine.
“Is there a problem?” he asked dutifully.
“No, no. I'm just new in town and wondered if you could recommend a good hotel. And by 'good,' I mean four-star or better.”
“Well, if you go down this street for around ten minutes, you'll come up to a Grand Hotel. Five stars. I'm sure it will meet your expectations.“
“Thank you very, very much, officer.”
The policeman tipped his cap. “I'm here to help. Enjoy your stay.”
“I will.”

“I wish I had seen his face when he finally noticed someone had stolen his revolver. But I didn't want to stick around and watch, 'cause I was dying to get some rest.”

“Good evening. How may I help you?“ asked the man behind the front desk of the Grand Hotel.
“I'd like a room,” replied Shego. “Or better still, a suite. The biggest and best you've got.”
The man raised an eyebrow and glanced suspiciously at the pale teenager, who was carrying nothing more than her travel bag.
“Well,” he said finally, “The Presidential Suite is available, but--”
Shego tossed a wad of hundred dollar bills on the counter. “You're a five-star hotel and your Presidential Suite has a 'but'?”

“Well, before long I was unlocking the door to my suite. When I looked in, I was totally stunned—like I was hit by a bolt of lightning. I'd seen things like it on TV, but I'd never actually been in such a huge luxury hotel room in real life.”

For a few moments Shego turned into the child that she never was. She toured the place, wide-eyed, and explored every nook and cranny.
The minibar.
“Wow. Imported German chocolates!”
The bathroom.
“Oh my God! A tanning bed and jacuzzi!”
The balcony.
“Hey, you down there! I'm looking down at you!“
The TV. “Oh well, the monitor at Go Tower was a lot bigger. But they've got cable here! And I have total control over the remote.”
After that, she vaulted with a flip onto the giant bed and jumped up and down on it, as though she hadn't a care in the world. When she let herself drop backwards onto the bed, something important dawned on her after all, and she grabbed the phone from the stately nightstand.
“Room service? Could you send up more of your incredibly fluffy pillows? Say, seven or eight. No, make that ten. Thanks.”

“And as I lay in the most comfortable bed in my life thus far, I suddenly lost my desire to sleep. I was too hyped and wanted to get out and do something. I put on my finest evening gown and stepped out into the nightlife. However, I had an unwelcome interruption in front of the hotel.”

“Pardon me, miss?“ said the policeman from the gas station, as he tapped on Shego's shoulder.
“Oh, it's you,” she replied, a little bit surprised.
“I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
Shego played innocent, toying with a strand of her hair. “Who? Me?“

The policeman grabbed Shego's arm and pulled her firmly, but discretely so as to not cause a stir, to a side alley. “Don't give me that crap. I know you stole my gun, and I'm letting you have one last chance. Give it back, and I'll forget it ever happened.”
“It's embarrassing you, isn't it?”
He hesitated before he answered. “A little.”
“And you could lose your pension if you don't get it back, right?.”
“Yeah. I could.”
“So, you haven't told anyone about it, and no one knows you're here?”
“I don't think so...”
“I don't just think, I know.“
With a single punch, Shego knocked the policeman out cold. Then she busted a nearby basement window and stuffed him through it. The basement had everything she needed: a chair, a long rope, and several rolls of duct tape.

“And so the policeman spent the night bound and gagged in some basement.”

After her work was done, Shego hailed a taxicab.
“I wanna get out and celebrate. Take me to the most exclusive nightclub in the city.”
The taxi drove off, and a few minutes later it stopped in front of the “exclusive nightclub,” one whose owner seemed to have self-assurance when it came to looking for a name. One could say the same about the bouncer.
“Hey, are you on the list?“ asked the man who was as tall as he was wide, and whose name tag had the way-too-stereotyped name 'Rocky' inscribed on it.
“Of course not, but I'll give you a good reason to let me in anyway.”
“Oh really?”
“Really. You see that dumpster over there?”
“Oh, now I'm scared.”
“You see it or not?“
“That one?“
“Exactly. Can you see what it looks like inside?”
“Not from here.“

“Shortly afterwards, he could. By the time he came to and brought three of his buddies to search the dance floor for me, I was already getting bored. Fortunately they found me before long, so I could finally break some noses again.”

Four broken noses and a huge riot later, Shego was on her way back to her hotel. Since there was a red sports car standing near the “exclusive nightclub,” she returned in style.
Something that would make the evening complete caught her eye. She screeched to a halt in front of a fashion shop, which within a white-and-gold decorated window, displayed an interestingly-designed green dress. Not caring whether anyone was watching her, Shego melted a hole in the window, climbed through it, and came back after less than a minute with the dress, a blouse, and a pair of boots.

“After that successful evening, I really had to sleep. When I woke up around noon the next day, the first thing I noticed was the sound of sirens converging on the hotel.”

Shego jumped out of bed and ran to the window. She watched as five police cars raced to the hotel, stopping haphazardly in front of it. Teams of policemen jumped out of the cars and stormed through the front door.
To Shego, it didn't matter if they were after her or if there was another emergency in the hotel. She stuffed everything she had--including the content of the mininbar--inside her bag. She switched the slippers on her feet to more rugged shoes, and, ignoring the fact that she was still wearing her pajamas, climbed from the balcony up the gutter, and onto the roof. There she took a running leap to the roof of the adjoining building, where she hid behind some rusty rain barrels.

“My heart was thumping like crazy. Not so much because I was worried about the police, but it was then I realized I would always be on the run. In the past, I was always safe. I was a member of Team Go. The perfect alibi! Now I was just an aggressive teenager who didn't give a crap about the law, and if I didn't feel like fighting a new SWAT team each day, I always had to be sure I had an escape route. Not that this fact kept me away from anything.“