Later…

Julian van Helden, award-winning documentary-filmmaker, and his cameraman Washington Yagher, entered an old, empty warehouse, somewhere in Germany.
It was almost 9 a.m. According to the weather report, today was supposed to be a nice, sunny day in spring, but when you were in here, it meant nothing. It was dark, dirty and dusty. Like every old, empty warehouse looks in many peoples imagination.
"Do you think she's coming?" Washington asked.
Washington was a thin, bald man, in his late 20's, with a long, braided beard.
Julian pulled a packet of chewing gum out of his jacket. He was one of these people, whose appearance was impossible to describe, because they looked so horribly average. You could have been stuck in an elevator together with him for days, but you would forget his face within a moment, after the fire-brigade, the janitor, a superhero or someone else would have got you out.
"She will", he said with forced optimism.
He had no other chance other than to believe in it. He spent lots of money to find her. Then he had to beg a lot. Not to mention the flight to Germany. All that made this documentary even now more expensive, than his last one, which was only about shoes.
He had received an Oscar for it anyway.
"Gum?"
Washington declined politely and looked at his watch.
"Nine. What if she doesn't come?"
"She will."
"Yes, but what if? I mean, what was her age again? 99? I'm not saying that she's not coming, because she doesn't want to. Many things can happen in her age. She could drop dead in every moment, or something like that."
"Washington?"
"Julian?"
"Shut up."
"I just wanted to say that."
Washington took a bored look at the floor and saw and old can laying right in front of him. The 'when-I-see-something-like-a-can-on-the-floor-I'll-kick-it-instinct' that lies deep within the human mind said 'hello' to him. He went a few steps back to take a run-up and kicked the helpless piece of garbage at the darkest corner of the house.
Julian took one more look at his watch. It was one minute after nine. She was still in an acceptable timeframe for delays, but he became nervous anyway
. "You hear this?" Washington asked.
Julian listened attentively and heard a strange squeak, together with some kind of rumbling. "What is that? It comes from where you kicked the can...oh no. Oh NO!"
Dozens of rats ran, scared from the bombing with an old can, out of the dark right at the two. Neither Julian nor Washington knew that they were able to run so fast, but they found out when they ran fast as hell to a jittery scaffold and climbed - once again surprisingly fast - up on it.
The rats didn't show any interest to them; maybe they just wanted to scare them. Who knows what's on a rat's mind? They passed by the scaffold and disappeared in another dark corner.
Julian sighed with relief, "That was scary."
"Definitely in the top 3 on the scary-scale."
"But too bad that the camera wasn't running."
"Is this a reproach?"
"No, just an establishment of facts."
"Okay."
They climbed down slowly. When they reached the floor, they noticed an old woman, who came closer on her electric wheelchair. It was without a doubt the woman they were waiting for.
"Shego", Julian said happily, "Nice, that you finally showed up."
It was really the 99 year old Shego. Her hair was white as snow, her face was wrinkled and her hands were shaking, but she was still easy to recognize.
"I've been here all the time", she said. "I've been watching you. You are such cry-babies. 'Oh no, she's 30 seconds too late, boo hoo, she won't come.' And then there are a few baby rats 'help me mommy!'"
Julian and Washington didn't really find this funny.
"So, do you still wanna do this?" Shego asked.
"Of course", Julian answered self-conscious.
"Good. Follow me."
"Follow you? Where?"
"To the hotel. Did you really think that I was going to tell you my life's story, my beginnings, my family, my fellows, friends, foes, good deeds, bad deeds, things I never told anyone before, how I became what I was and how I became what I am in this sinkhole?"