Despicable Us Ch.1

  "Here is the file on your next target." A thin man with a firm jaw carelessly tossed a manila folder onto the desk in front of him. A woman reached over, pulled the folder close to her, and opened it. She gazed over the contents silently as the man sat back in his chair. "Find him, and do whatever you must to get the information we need. You are dismissed." With a nod, the woman left the room, taking the file with her.
     

   She walked down the hall, opening the folder to expose the picture of her current target. "Very well." She smiled cheekily as she memorized the subject's face.  "You're about to get a visitor, Felonious Gru."

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        "Please dad?!" A small voice pleaded from the backseat of a very unusual car that was busily making its way through the town. This car was about two stories tall, had a jet engine to push it along, and was seemingly made out of tinfoil. While it seemed odd to all passerby, the family it contained found nothing strange about it.

"I am saying the no! I am saying it over and over!" Gru snapped in reply. He was a tall man, and his little, bald head seemed to connect to his broad shoulders without any neck at all. Just months ago, Gru had adopted three small daughters, and he was quickly discovering how frustrating parenthood could be.

"But dad! Everyone else will have something way cool for show and tell and I won't have anything!" His seven year old daughter Edith complained while kicking the back of his chair.

Gru turned around to face her, forgetting to watch the road. "You cannot bring my weapons to the showing and the telling!"

"Just one! Please! I won't even use it on anyone, I promise!" Edith clasped her hands and pouted her lips. Her already large blue eyes seemed to grow even larger and wider than Gru ever thought possible. He closed his eyes and sighed. A face like that was hard to say no to, but he wasn't about to let his daughter play around with his weapons.

"WATCH THE ROAD, DAD!" His eldest daughter Margo yelled, bringing Gru back to reality. He grabbed the wheel and narrowly avoided hitting a tree.

"Don't bother dad while he's driving, Edith!" Margo screamed at her sister.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Edith yelled back, throwing a small punch on the other's shoulder.

"How dare you!" Margo grabbed Edith's pink striped cap off her blonde head and held it high above the girl's reach.

"GIVE THAT BACK!" The seven year old barked as she yanked on the elder's brown ponytail.

"Ouch! That hurts!"
       

 Sighing heavily, Gru put his hand to his head, the other planted firmly on the wheel. "Ugh. I cannot be driving like this." He then felt a small tug on his elbow. He looked over, and saw the smallest of his girls holding him lightly. Her enormous brown eyes seemed to be begging for attention. His heart melted as he put his hand on her tiny one. "What is it, Agnes?"
      

  "Daaa…" She cooed softly. She was already six years old, but this adorable and tiny black headed girl could hardly form sentences. Gru didn't understand why; the doctor stated that she was perfectly healthy. He seemed to think it might be a problem with her mentality. Growing up as an orphan could not have been easy on her. For now, Gru could only wait patiently for her to catch up.
     

   "Yes?" He asked her again, trying to juggle his attention between the road and the little girl who needed him.  
       

 "Une Une!" She pushed her favorite stuffed unicorn into her father's face. "UNE UNE WANT JUICEJUICE!!" She bellowed. "JUUUUUUUUICE!"
     

   "Juice? The unicorn wants juice? But we are going to be late, very late for school!"
       

 "JUJUJU!" Agnes shouted as tears ran down her face. The other two girls stopped fighting and looked over at their younger sister. Edith, grinning widely, took advantage of the opportunity.
      

  "Yeah dad! We need juice! We can't go to school without it! We won't be able to think good!"
     

   "That's think 'well', Edith, you won't be able to think well." Margo snapped at her. She then paused. "Dad…she may have a point. Some juice might make them less cranky."
       

 "JU JU JU JU!!"
      

  Gru groaned again. He was outnumbered; his only choice was to give in. "Fine." He sighed. "I will run in to a shop and buy some juice. But then we go right to school!"
      

  "Yaay!" All three girls cheered together as Gru pulled his car into an empty parking space across from the local coffee shop.
     

   "I will be right back. You girls stay in the car. Do not fight. Do not scream. Do not get out. Just stay here. It goes faster if I am alone." The girls all nodded, and Gru stepped out of the car and hurried into the shop.

As he opened the door, the twinkling sound of a bell greeted him. The aroma of coffee quickly met his nose, and his stress began to melt away. "Ah." He mused. "Much relief." He was glad he had agreed to stop by. Coffee was just what he needed. He then glanced to the register, and finally noticed the exceedingly long line that was formed by it. "Not a problem. My freeze ray should be able to handle this line." He grinned to himself as he reached for his bag.

His bag! He had forgotten it in the car! He smacked himself on the forehead.  Not only did it carry his wallet, which was obviously going to be needed, but he had forgotten the all important freeze ray! His freeze ray: It was his favorite weapon out of all that he had invented. It would easily have let him fly to the front of the line. He'd be in and out in less than twenty seconds. But now…now they'd be late for sure.

"Freeze ray, huh?" Gru jumped in surprise as a voice from behind him spoke. "Just to avoid the line? A little impatient, are we?" He turned to face the voice that was speaking to him. His eyes met a beautiful young woman who was leaning against the wall. She had long, flowing, pale blonde hair that fell down to her waist, a brown sweater, and light cream pants that hugged her delicate legs. Gru realized he had spent too much time staring at her legs, and quickly returned his eyes to her face.

He looked at her, slightly embarrassed. Women usually didn't bother to talk to him; they were always too afraid. Or, even worse, they thought he wasn't cool enough to talk to. But now this gorgeous woman was speaking to him! His heart pounded as he spoke back. "W-What is it you mean, listening in on my conversations with…..my-myself…." His voice trailed off, and he turned away, feeling like a complete fool.

"Heh, embarrassed men sure are cute." She replied, straightening her posture and placing her graceful hands on to her curvy hips. "And you are very embarrassed." Gru nodded dumbly in response, not knowing what to say. The slender woman giggled at him. "Well I bet it would have been a sight to see, this 'Freeze ray'." She gazed at him firmly as she said that, and Gru felt his heart stop. She had the most amazing grey eyes.

He shook his head. He had to say something; he was going to blow his chance! "Well yes, that is to say, the Freeze ray is very nice." He cleared his throat, knowing how stupid he must sound. "I uh-" He paused to think of something to add, anything that would make him seem interesting. "I made it! Yes, that ray is my very own invention." He smiled widely, hoping he had made an impression.

The woman grinned as well. "Really? That is very astounding! I have quite the interest in weapons, you know." Gru looked shocked. This woman…not only was she talking to him, but she was fascinated by weapons too! "I would love to see it sometime." She added; her hair swaying softly with even the smallest of movements.

Is she really saying what I think it is she is saying? Gru's thoughts raced. It took Gru a moment to get his mind back. "I-I suppose you c-could." Was all he could manage to blurt out.

She giggled once more, and then reached for her wallet. Her soft looking hands pulled out a card. She held it out to him, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it. "Call me." She said, as she turned around and exited the coffee shop.

Just as quickly as he met her, she had left. The moment was over before he could let it fully sink in. A woman told him to call her! Something like this, he had no experience with. His heart pounded as he glanced at her card. It was blank, except for a phone number on the bottom of the card. Underneath the number, a single name was written. "Wren." He read her name aloud; and as he did, he blushed.