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It had taken a lot of hunting, but Roxanne thought for sure she was in the right area. It had been months since Megamind had kidnapped her. Weeks since she’d last seen the blue man and had a disgruntled conversation with him on her balcony. She hated to admit it… but she was worried about him. 

He’d been a huge part of her life for nearly a decade now. It was hardly a friendship… but he’d never forgotten an anniversary or birthday (though that might have been Minion, she wasn’t sure). They’d had a system, a working relationship. She’d drunken cocoa with him of failed schemes. Seen the cracks in his mask… the man beneath the villain. Just enough to trust him. To know there was more to Megamind than the smug idiot he pretended to be.

Roxanne tried to convince herself that it was just to find out what plots Megamind had for the city. If he was taking this long to kidnap her again, then it must be something big. He’d never just… give up. That wasn’t the Megamind she knew. No matter how many times she’d told him to ‘just give it up’ and that he’d ‘never win’… she’d never seen it actually affect him. But now…

Parking her yellow scooter in an alley, Roxanne pulled up the map on her phone. This was the next building on her list. Pulling through public records she’d cross referenced all the vacant lots in the warehouse district against their dimensions, police reports, and electricity usage. It had taken a lot of coffee and time, but he’d narrowed it down to ten buildings. This was the fourth candidate on the list. 

Looking up at it, the building hardly seemed different from those around it. Covered in graffiti and with piles of junk outside. She patted her pocket, her small handgun inside. She’d gotten the concealed carry permit shortly after Megamind had started kidnapping her, though she’d only ever pulled it on the man once. But that was back before she’d realized he’d never do anything worse than inconvenience her, as long as you didn’t count mild rope burn and smelly bags. 

The wall she approached, however, finally had something promising. Blue spray paint told everyone to ‘go away’ and ‘no one lives here!’ but the street code also said the building was claimed and lived in. She was once again thankful to have learned the homeless codes during the different interest pieces she’d done over the years. What made it all the more likely was that all the gang symbols for the area had been crossed out. It looked like she might have a winner! Now to find a way in…