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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Whoa. Someone’s been drinkin’ their milk. Shego thought as she skulked on the rooftop border of the big geodesic dome she was crouched next to, carefully peering through one of the windows at the woman she was here to have a little… chat with. Right now that woman was wearing nothing more than a charcoal trimmed grey cotton two-piece workout suit while doing squats on a leg-machine, using what looked to be about seven hundred and fifty pounds—at high reps no less.

While Shego studied Corscan intently, she pondered the events that had brought her here. It had taken her an entire week to recover from all the broken bones Kim had given her, but she’d spent that time—and a considerable fortune—delving into Kim’s recent past, trying to find out what factors had changed in the girl’s life to account for the changes in her.

At first Shego thought it would be easy, if a little time consuming, but she hadn’t anticipated where the investigation would take her. Fairly quickly the standard information brokers had returned a slew of mostly useless information to her for more or less chump-change—to Shego anyway; for most people it would have been an exorbitant expense. Shego had actually managed to find out most of the information on her own by reading Bonnie’s blog, along with a few of the more stalker-ish Kim Possible fan sites that were heavy on the speculative gossip end, but some of it was new to her.

After that, it had proven much more difficult for Shego to get information on the obvious factor that had come into Kim’s life; this so-called “job” she had working for Corsair International. Once Shego had started poking into that, she had to move up the information ladder in progressively higher steps in order to get the kind of information she wanted, and that meant spending more and more money.

Eventually though—and unbelievably dealing with professional information brokers who were on par with Big Daddy Brotherson—Shego began piecing together the full picture of what was going on—or at least, the obvious one. She still only had suspicions and assumptions on what the real story was.

It seemed that Kim had supposedly entered into a mentoring program with the head of the company itself, this Corscan Mataii, and that the company was involved in vehicle research and development for several extremely high security organizations, including the Global Justice network—which made Shego suspicious in and of itself, considering most of the other legitimate organizations Corsair International dealt with had a less than stellar opinion of the autonomous covert organization they were forced to tolerate. It was highly unusual for them to willingly seek out and work with an independent contractor that also worked with Global Justice.

The next thing that made Shego suspicious was the almost inane level of security surrounding Corsair International and Corscan Mataii. It wasn’t unusual for companies involved in top-secret development projects for those kinds of organizations to have high security, but Corsair International seemed to have as good or even better security than the CIA or Global Justice itself. They even rivaled the Mossad and WWEE in terms of how hard it was to get information on them.

It reminded Shego of Henchco and a few other “alternative resource providers” she knew of, but, the further she dug into the company, the less she found. Despite their insane security, they seemed to be exactly what they appeared to be. Corscan Mataii was the same way. There were a handful of odd things about her, but nothing truly exceptional. But Shego knew that this was the source of Kim’s new hardcore skill and attitude, she was sure of it, she just didn’t know why.

So here she was on a Saturday night, when all her information indicated Kim wouldn’t be around, in order to dig a little deeper in person. And now that she was here, the picture had already become a little clearer and a little blurrier at the same time.

The security systems she’d had to bypass in order to penetrate the US headquarters of Corsair International were cutting edge, and the guards patrolling even the outermost areas weren’t the usual garden-variety or even well-trained rent-a-cops Shego expected; they were well armed, well equipped top-tier operatives through and through—so much so that Shego was starting to get a little nervous over her planned course of action, though it hadn’t been enough fort her to reconsider. That extreme physical security was the blurry.

The clear was what she was looking at now. Shego knew better than to assume a fancy dojo setup and weapons collection meant someone really knew how to fight, despite what it suggested, but there was no mistaking the way the woman she was watching moved. Anyone who knew the signs to look for would know within moments of observing Corscan that she was an extraordinarily skilled fighter, and Shego certainly knew what to look for.

Kimmie’s got herself a mentor all right, but it sure as hell ain’t in business. Shego thought to herself as she watched Corscan exercise. The woman wasn’t exactly what Shego went for normally, but she had to admit that Corscan made it work for her somehow—not that that mattered.

Shego shook her head. No time to be watching Herculina in there Shego, gotta cover your bases first, she thought before carefully creeping around the dome, analyzing the security systems on the outside as well as trying her best to detect the ones on the inside. After a half-hour or so Shego finally felt ready to begin.

While Corscan entered the final phases of her workout below, Shego extracted several compact devices and slender tools from the small satchel she’d brought with her. Then she cautiously went to work on the junction boxes she’d found. Within a few minutes she’d disabled the security measures on them and opened them up. It was only a couple of minutes after that that she discovered what she considered a critical flaw in the otherwise faultless security setup protecting the room below.

With a sly smile, Shego began working on the boxes, disabling or rerouting various failsafe measures and remote interfaces, adding a few chip modules she’d brought with her, and finally cutting the hard lines and pulling the circumvented boards and chips once she was ready. After several seconds of holding her breath and waiting to see if all hell broke loose, Shego grinned as nothing happened. As a final touch for her convenience, she added a simple remote trigger to the modifications she’d made to the security systems. Then she closed all the junction boxes again, just to be thorough.

Putting all her tools away, Shego moved around to where she planned to enter the room—and eventually exit it as well, assuming everything went smoothly—and stashed her satchel behind the structural supports a few yards away from her entry point. Then Shego turned to look out over the sprawling complex and grounds, going over her escape routes in her head several times in order to be sure she’d covered everything and had them down cold. Once she was done, Shego nodded resolutely and turned back to the dome. Looking down below, Shego smiled at the odd coincidence of timing; it appeared that Corscan was on the last step of her workout.

“Well, looks like I won’t be throwing you off your schedule Miss Mataii. It’s really too bad you’re all tuckered out now though, it would have been much better for you if you were still fresh and rested for this. Oh well.”

Shego smirked as she summoned her power, twisting the energy in her right hand to its highest output level. A moment later she swiped her claws across the heavy pane of reinforced bulletproof polymer and was momentarily surprised by how little of it disintegrated under her touch. Shego took another four or five swipes at the edge of the pane, cutting out the middle and creating a gaping hole as the center of the panel fell into the room.

Even before the falling chunk of polymer hit the floor with a loud, hollow clatter, Shego had leapt through the hole and landed on top of the partition wall under it. Running along the narrow path, Shego triggered her modifications to the security system using a slender remote in her left hand. Then she tossed it aside as she vaulted off the end of the partition wall and flipped through the air twice, landing in a crouch nearly in the center of the circular blue mat that covered most of the sprawling open room below.

At the same time Shego landed, her modifications to the security system kicked in, and a heavy blast door rumbled across the only exit to the room, slamming into place with a deep, booming thud. A moment later there were a series of muted, reverberating clanks from the door, indicating that it had locked itself into place.

Shego rose from her crouch and flipped her hair back, smiling as she stood with her hands held out a little to either side of her, cloaked in a lime-green nimbus of undulating energy that had long, dissipating streamers trailing up from it.

“Knock knock, Avon calling.” Shego smirked as she looked at Corscan where she still stood in the workout area of the room.

Despite Shego’s sudden, flashy entrance, the only reaction from Corscan was a lopsided grin. Casually, Corscan set down the heavy dumbbell she had been in the process of returning to the rack it came from. Then she turned back to Shego and took a couple of steps out toward the main area of the room. Still smiling, Corscan stood watching Shego, her powerful muscles bulging prominently and covered in a light sheen of sweat after her extensive workout.

“Well Shene, if you wanted to see me so badly all you had to do was ask.” Corscan’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “I’m sure I could have penciled you in somewhere or other.”

Shego’s eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed as she shuddered in disgust; she absolutely despised her real name. Shene. Pronounced just like that stupid old cowboy movie Shane. She’d spent a lot of money and done a lot of favor-for-a-favor jobs in order to erase her real name from existence as much as possible. It hadn’t quite been scoured from the face of the earth, but her contractors had managed to put the difficulty of uncovering that piece of information in the same league as the State secrets of most countries.

Seeing Shego’s reaction, Corscan continued apologetically; “Sorry, I’d have used your alias, but I figured since we’re about to get to know each other so much better, I could be a little more intimate.”

Shego’s eyes narrowed further as she responded; “I don’t know where the hell you think this is going lady, but I guarantee it ain’t there.”

“You mean we’re not going to fight?” As Shego’s eyes widened in surprise once more, Corscan’s smile twisted deeper. “Oh, wait… I see. Hmmm… interestin’ that you went there instead, now isn’t it?”

Shego growled, her eyes narrowing again as she curled her fingers into claws and altered the focus of her power to a heavy kinetic enhancer before tensing, preparing to charge. However, before she did, Corscan quickly lifted her right hand and raised a finger, saying; “Ah-a-ah! Hang on a minute darlin’. How ‘bout we set a few rules of engagement first?”

“You have got to be kidding.” Shego said derisively, still tensed and ready to spring into action.

“Now now, just hear me out darlin’. All I want is for you to refrain from tossin’ around anythin’ that’ll blow craters out of this room, all right? I’d really rather not have to rebuild the place if that’s ok with you.”

“Oh yeah? And wha’do I get out of it?” Shego asked acerbically.

“Well, in return for that little consideration, I won’t wander over there and pick up anythin’ that would have a rather… extreme, impact on your continued well-being if I were to hit you with it, all right darlin’?” Corscan pointed past Shego to the weapons displayed in the section of the room behind her.

Shego raised her right eyebrow slightly, but she wasn’t foolish enough to glance behind her. Considering she’d purposely positioned herself where she was in order to prevent Corscan from getting to those very weapons behind her, the deal was too good to pass up. Which was why she was still thinking about it; it didn’t make any sense.

Unless she thinks she can take me without them. Shego’s eyebrow rose a little higher at the thought, and her lips twisted into something that was half smirk, half snarl. Sorry babe, but you aren’t Kimmie and I’m not gonna be taken off guard by you and get beaten down before I even know what’s going on.

“All right, you’ve got yourself a deal lady.” Shego said confidently.

“Well, any time you’re ready then.” Corscan responded, still smiling and standing almost casually in front of the workout area.

Shego sprang forward without further preamble, charging towards Corscan with her hands trailing energy streamers out to either side of her as she came. Just as Shego started closing the final few yards to her target, Corscan tensed and hopped back onto the seat of the heavy exercise machine behind her, squatting all the way down to her haunches. Shego started to abort her charge, unsure of Corscan’s next move, but even as she did, Corscan uncoiled, her powerful legs flexing mightily as she launched herself into a leap that cleared Shego by a good five feet or so.

Shego skidded to a halt, her eyes widening as she tracked Corscan’s acrobatic flight over her head, surprised and just a little impressed by the big woman’s agility as she flipped around in a tight spiral to land twenty feet behind Shego and facing back towards her.

“Oh come on,” Corscan said as she stood up from her recovery and slid into her fighting stance; legs bent and widespread, left side facing Shego, with her leading arm angled down and her right arm held cocked with her hand hovering at her shoulder—along with the odd way she spread her curling fingers, keeping the outer and inner ones tight together as if they were a single thick digit. “You didn’t really think I’d let you keep me hemmed in there, did you?”

Shego growled and spun about, reversing her stance and leaping towards Corscan to land a couple of yards away. Then she took a single step forward and lashed out with a broad right claw at a little under shoulder height. She was somewhat shocked when Corscan arced her left forearm upright in a ridgehand block that struck her just past the wrist, stopping her strike as cold as if she’d hit an iron bar. She was even more shocked when Corscan swept her hand around in a tight circle in the other direction and grabbed the back of her wrist in a vice-like grip.

Shego swept her left hand in towards Corscan’s midsection, a corona of lime-green energy undulating around her claws, but Corscan twisted Shego’s right arm back with her left hand even as her right darted out, grabbing Shego’s other wrist like a striking cobra. With a modest effort, Corscan drew Shego’s left arm up as well, holding both of Shego’s arms out to the side now.

“Sloppy Shego, really sloppy. If you’re not goin’ to bring your A game what’s the point of even playin’?” Corscan asked with a slight strain in her voice as she held Shego captive.

Shego snarled and tried to break free, but the only thing she succeeded in doing was making Corscan’s well-developed muscles stand out in greater relief as she continued to hold Shego in place. A few moments later Shego conceded to the undeniable fact that the big woman was stronger than her and tried a different tack.

Shifting her balance to her back leg, Shego brought her front leg up to kick, but Corscan did the same, blocking with her leading leg. Looking the big woman in the eye, Shego kept attacking, and was both surprised and aggravated to see a slow smile spread across Corscan’s features as she looked back at her while continuing to block. Shego began shifting back and forth between both her legs to attack, trying to throw the other woman off her rhythm, but the only thing the increasingly complex duel of legwork accomplished was increasing the look of concentration in Corscan’s eyes.

After nearly thirty seconds of the ongoing exchange, Corscan shook her head slightly and said; “Better, but still not good enough darlin’.” Then she kicked Shego’s leg out of line and drove her knee high up into Shego’s solar plexus. A moment later she let go of Shego’s arms and, as the pale woman gasped for breath, used her elevated leg to drive a snap kick into the center of Shego’s chest, sending her sailing away to slam into the floor on her back, the combined impacts breaking her concentration enough that her power dissipated as she hit the mat.

God damnit! What the fuck is this, ‘kick Shego’s ass week’? Shego thought angrily as she stared up at the geometric pattern of the dome high above her, fighting to force herself to breathe. A few moments later she rolled over and pulled her limbs in under her before spinning to face Corscan in a squatting crouch, ready to jump out of the way of the attack she anticipated was coming. But Corscan was still standing where she’d been, staring at Shego calmly.

“If you want to win, stop. Holding. Back.” Corscan said firmly. “Otherwise we might as well just go get some fuckin’ coffee or somethin’.”

Growling, Shego dug her claws into the floor as her power flared bright once more, humming in her strongest kinetic enhancer field. A split second later she launched herself at Corscan in a leap, twisting her body side-on and spinning with her arms held out to either side of her, pirouetting through the air in a blur of green and black surrounded by a ring of brilliant lime-green light.

Corscan threw herself into a side roll to get out of the way of Shego’s attack, quickly regaining her feet in a low, compact crouch just as Shego landed. Even as Corscan rose to her feet, Shego turned and, with two easy steps, closed to engage her again. Only this time, Shego was playing for keeps.

Instead of attacking with her usual broader, sweeping attacks, Shego kept her movements tight and controlled, using short, arcing swipes and thrusts that relied more on her claws and powers to do their damage than actual striking power, though they had plenty of that as well. In addition, she threw in the occasional leg strike aimed low at feet or shins in order to keep her opponent off balance.

You want me to stop holding back you sanctimonious bitch? All right, I’ll show you my A game if that’s what you really want! But don’t come whining to me when I mess up those pretty looks of yours! Shego thought furiously as she attacked.

Corscan was driven into a full retreat by the furious yet well-controlled assault, all of her concentration going into tracking and ducking under, bobbing back from, or swaying to the side of Shego’s numerous attacks.

Yeah, I’m makin’ you sweat now bitch, ain’t I? Shego thought as she continued to pursue Corscan across the room. A moment later, Shego’s eyes widened in surprise as Corscan stopped retreating and stood her ground, still dodging Shego’s attacks when she could, but when she couldn’t, using deflective blocks against her arm strikes and full-on stop blocks against her kicks.

Despite her momentary surprise, Shego could see that she wasn’t far off in her previous assessment as Corscan defended herself from the incoming assault. The big woman might be holding her off, but it was pushing her to keep up the defense considering every block had to be executed perfectly in order to avoid damage from Shego’s energized claws. She really was starting to sweat now.

“Looks like you should’a kept your mouth shut there sister.” Shego grunted as she continued to attack.

“Maybe.” Corscan grunted back, her strong arms flashing back and forth in complex blocking patterns as she kept up her stonewall defense. A few moments later she continued with only a little effort; “Is this really the best you’ve got Shego? Because if it is, it’s no wonder Kim keeps beatin’ you all the time.”

Anger coursed through Shego, but as she opened her mouth to respond she paused instead, finally noticing what was going on; Corscan wasn’t straining nearly as much to keep her at bay any more. As a matter of fact, as she watched, Shego realized that the big woman was actually—impossibly—moving faster than she was now. She was even faster than Kim!

“Seriously Shego, if it wasn’t for your powers you wouldn’t even be in this fight.” Corscan said, her voice strained from concentration, but not excessively so. “I mean, it looks like you know… what? Seventeen, eighteen styles? An’ mastered ten or so?”

“Twenty!” Shego growled as she redoubled her efforts to break through Corscan’s defense, her strikes coming so fast now that a lime-green haze was forming in front of her. “And I’ve mastered thirteen!”

“So you’ve got the talent then, but you sure do suck for someone who should be so good. I mean, what the hell is this anyway?” Corscan asked derisively as she scooped up Shego’s right elbow with her left hand and pushed her latest strike off line. Then she swept her right hand around and replaced the left, pushing Shego’s arm around further while slamming a tight left hook into her upper flank. After that she snapped her elbow into the same area before pulling her right arm back and thrusting forward with both hands, hammering palm strikes into Shego’s short ribs and shoulder, knocking her back several steps before she recovered.

“Sloppy execution Shego, completely sloppy.” Corscan said as she advanced on Shego with those infuriatingly familiar, gliding, grounded steps Kim had used. “An’ your balance an’ footwork? Barely above average for someone who supposedly has so much skill.”

Shego ignored the new pain in her side and lashed out with a left claw as Corscan approached, but the big woman swayed back and then stepped in, sweeping her right foot around and knocking Shego’s left foot a few inches to the side. At the same time, Corscan stiff-armed Shego, hammering a right palm-strike into her left shoulder that sent her sprawling back to land hard on the floor.

This time when Shego rolled to her feet, Corscan was right on top of her. Before Shego could do more than recover her stance, Corscan pivoted and swung her right leg in, scything both of Shego’s legs out from under her so forcefully she rotated on her center of gravity until she was nearly horizontal. Even as Shego started falling towards the floor, Corscan looped her striking leg up, around, and back down in an axe kick that hammered into Shego’s stomach, folding her around the blow and brutally driving her into the floor below.

As Shego slammed into the mat, all the air was knocked out of her, along with control of her powers, and it took several seconds before she could do anything other than look at the sparkly silver dots swimming across her vision. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, Shego shook her head to clear it and then opened them again, ignoring the dull ache settling into her hips and back and quickly performing a kip up to flip herself upright. The instant she recovered her feet, her gaze darted across the room as she anxiously looked for her opponent.

Unlike last time, Corscan had retreated to about five yards away and was watching Shego with disappointment on her handsome features. Shaking her head she said; “So much potential, but you’ve let it all go to seed, haven’t you? If I were fightin’ you back when you were still a member of Team Go, you might have actually been able to beat me, but the way you are now? You’ll be lucky if you leave here under your own power.”

“God damnit!” Shego roared as rage flooded through her. This was not the way things were supposed to be going. This wasn’t Kim taking her completely off–guard before she knew what she was dealing with; she’d known what she was getting into here! Had been prepared to fight someone who was hardcore and even more skilled than Kim (given that she must be the one teaching Kim all her new tricks). And not only was she still getting the crap kicked out of her, but the god damned woman was fucking lecturing her about it as well. It was more than Shego could take.

You wanna see power you goddamn bitch? I’ll show you fucking power! Shego snarled in her head as she brought her hands up, rekindling her power and lashing out with it, firing a barrage of tight, well-focused impact blasts at Corscan—despite her rage, Shego was still coherent, and she’d made a deal to keep the damage to a minimum; she always kept her word so long as no one tried to screw her over.

As the hail of energy bolts lanced out at Corscan she sprang into a series of acrobatic rolls, leaps, flips, and handsprings to dodge them, but Shego expected that—Corscan might be huge, but aside from the factors involved in being a bigger target, Shego had quickly learned that the woman was as agile as Kim was, and nearly as mobile. But in this case, it didn’t matter, because Shego wasn’t counting on hitting her anyway; she just wanted the woman off balance and moving so that she could make her real attack.

With a final pair of bolts to drive Corscan back to the left, Shego stopped firing and vaulted into a long leap using the Leaping Tiger form, her legs coiled under her and arms held up to either side with her fingers widespread and curled into claws. But instead of attacking Corscan, Shego came down nearly three yards away, landing in a crouch and slapping her hands into the floor with a loud kiai to focus her energy. The moment Shego’s hands connected with the floor, she forced the writhing, lime-green energy out of her in a circle, charging the floor itself to a distance of nearly twelve feet.

As the flood of energy washed towards Corscan, she desperately tried to leap away, but she was off-balance from the kick she had been readying to take Shego out of the air, and because of it, she failed to move in time. With a dull “fwoosh” the roiling pool of energy discharged into her, blowing Corscan off her feet to sail up and back nearly a dozen yards, trailing streamers of dissipating energy as she went. Unfortunately for Shego, she couldn’t manage to charge an area that size with anything stronger than a moderate impact blast, but it was still sufficient to keep Corscan stunned long enough that she landed in an uncontrolled, tumbling heap.

The pool of energy surrounding Shego flickered and dissipated even before she started to rise—she only had the strength to charge such a large area for a few seconds, so she couldn’t have held it any longer even if she’d wanted to—and a moment later she was charging across the room towards where Corscan was unbelievably staggering to her feet.

Damn, gotta give the bitch credit; she can take it as well as dish it out. Shego thought grudgingly as she rushed to cover the ground between her and Corscan before the other woman recovered.

Skidding to a halt, Shego slid into a low Snake Stance and twisted the focus of her power to the jagged whine of a cutting plane. A moment later she was sending her hands darting in at Corscan like striking vipers, while being amazed that Corscan was actually mounting a fairly decent defense. Even so, Shego finally managed to draw her first blood of the evening—literally no less; she might not be trying to kill Corscan, but she was certainly trying to carve her up enough to shut her down now—opening up a long, half-cauterized slash along Corscan’s right forearm.

As Corscan recovered from her staggered state with remarkable quickness, Shego managed to connect three more times, opening wounds on Corscan’s left shoulder, upper right arm, and left thigh. Despite the smell of burning flesh in the air and the blood oozing down Corscan’s arms and her leg, the big woman didn’t seem too concerned, nor did she cry out from the pain. A moment later she finally reestablished her full defense and gave a pained smile and a nod to Shego.

“Interesting trick. But… your form is still woefully sloppy girl.” Corscan said in a strained voice while blocking Shego’s latest strike.

“Yeah? Well ‘sloppy’ this suckah!” Shego growled as she twisted her power to a nerve-wracking, nails-on-chalkboard tingle that had her teeth itching before slapping her hands together. At the last second Shego closed her eyes tightly as her power erupted into a flaring explosion of neon-sharp lime-green light that lit up the entire geodesic dome bright as day.

Corscan cried out as she was blinded, and Shego snapped her eyes open a second later, re-summoning her power and twisting it to a broad cutting plane. Then she circled around Corscan and lashed out, carving four deep, bloody furrows across her muscular shoulders. Before Shego could strike again, Corscan threw herself into a forward roll followed by a series of leaps and handsprings that carried her back out into the center of the room, more or less, forcing Shego to chase after her as she tried to connect with further swipes of her claws.

Corscan took one last leap, twisting in the air to land facing Shego—more or less—and took up her strange stance once more. The woman stood with her eyes closed, but Shego got the distinct impression that she still knew where she was. Deciding that caution was the better part of valor, Shego tightened her cutting planes and slid back into her Snake Stance, treating Corscan the same way she had before.

As Shego closed and attacked, she was glad she’d been wise enough to be cautious; Corscan blocked her first strike with a sweeping block that might not have been pretty, but it still got the job done.

Shego immediately launched into a furious assault, and though many of her strikes were turned aside, she managed to open up a dozen more shallow wounds all over Corscan’s body—including a deep slash across her stomach that had given Shego a moment of sharp panic when she’d unexpectedly broken through Corscan’s defense and almost eviscerated her. Fortunately, she’d been able to drop her power just in the nick of time, and had only slashed her open with her claws instead.

As Shego struck out again, Corscan opened her eyes once more, suddenly dropping back and to the floor before squat-sliding forward and lashing out with her right leg, driving her foot up between Shego’s legs and into her groin with such thunderous force it lifted her a few inches off the ground.

“Ohhhhhh! Son of a bitch!” Shego hissed out between clenched teeth after a sharp cough, her eyes nearly crossing. That particular attack might not have as incapacitating an effect on women as it did men, but it still ranked in near the top of the hurt list.

“That… was low…” Shego wheezed as she staggered back.

Corscan left broad smears of blood on the mat as she rolled back over her shoulders and to her feet, crouching for a moment before standing up and sliding into her stance once more.

“You’re one to talk little Miss ‘blind someone and then claw them in the back’.” Corscan stated in a surprisingly even tone.

Shego growled and forced herself back into her Snake Stance, summoning her power once more and attacking, only to be met with Corscan’s defense. This time however, the big woman didn’t just defend, she started counterattacking as well. Shego soon found herself putting as much effort into using the threat of her cutting planes to keep Corscan from getting through to her as she was attacking the woman.

Shego lost track of time as she stood toe-to-toe with Corscan, their arms all but blurring as they weaved back and forth in a deadly dance that relied more upon which one of them made an error to get an attack through than anything else. In the beginning, Shego found herself taking five or more hits for every burning gash she cut into Corscan, but slowly, oh so slowly, the ratio began to shift. It took forever, and Shego was shocked that for the first time in years of fighting, she was panting and sweating like a racehorse in the final stretch, but eventually, she began getting through as much as Corscan was.

Of course by that point, every hit also came once in a blue moon, as both women had finally gained a full measure of the other’s rhythms and techniques, and they were both starting to slow down from exhaustion and battle damage as well—though Shego was amazed at how strong Corscan still was, given that she was covered in more blood than sweat by now, not to mention what had collected on the floor.

“I gotta admit you’re a pretty tough broad lady,” Shego grudgingly panted, “but why don’t you do us both a favor and just give up? It’s only a matter of time ‘til I win now.”

“No, it ain’t darlin’.” Corscan said knowingly. “You just think it is.”

Before Shego could respond, she heard a loud, muted “thunk” from the direction of the blast door, and she suffered a punch to her sternum as she was distracted by the sudden, unexpected noise.

What the hell was that? Shego thought as she quickly returned her focus to the fight, reestablishing her defense with some difficulty as she heard further noises coming from the door.

“That would be a security team cutting through the quick-release bar in the mechanism.” Corscan answered Shego’s unasked question as if by magic. “An’ that would also be why you’re not gonna win. They’ll be in here before you can finish wearin’ me down. So why don’t you just give up yourself?”

Damnit! How long have we been fighting? Shego thought furiously, nearly as angry with herself over losing track of things like that as she was over the situation.

Drawing on her reserves, Shego unleashed a renewed, furious assault on Corscan, forcing the woman back into a full defensive posture with her stabbing, glowing fingers. As soon as Shego was sure she had the full initiative, she ceased her advance and broke off completely, launching into a series of back and side handsprings that she fired quick, weak impact blasts from every few flips in order to keep Corscan at bay.

As soon as she reached the far side of the room, Shego made sure Corscan was still far away from her and then drew up a considerable burst of power before sending a thick, two-handed concussion blast up at and angle to blow out a huge hole in the geodesic dome high above her. As the blast waves rocked the room, Shego looked back to Corscan again, a deep shudder of aggravation passing through her as she thought; god damnit, I fucking hate doing this!

“This ain’t over sister, not by a long-shot!” Shego shouted out to Corscan before bringing her arms down to either side of her, just slightly spread with her palms facing the floor and her fingers curling around the large swell of nebulous lime-green energy building under them.

A second later two thick streams of green energy shot out of Shego’s hands and slammed into the floor, roiling across it in a large, undulating pool that scorched and tore up the mats directly beneath it. After a split-second’s pause overcoming inertia, Shego shot up through the hole she’d blown in the dome and into the night sky, trailing long, twin lines of brilliant lime-green energy behind her.

As Shego rose up into the sky, Corscan watched her in surprise, quickly moving to the center of the room so she could track Shego’s flight. While she looked up at the twin lances of green fire rocketing toward the heavens, the blast door was finally rolled aside by the security team, and a dozen heavily armed and armored men and women poured into the room, the black-clad Damien Frost in the lead.

While the other operatives spread out and quickly secured the room, Damien rushed over to where Corscan stood craning her neck back as she watched Shego’s retreat. Coming to a halt, Damien looked up as well, gaping when he realized what he was looking at. A few seconds later both the observers heard a distant, almost imperceptible “Awwww shit!” drift down from above as Shego suddenly corkscrewed wildly off to the north, her energy trails erratically slewing through the sky like a drunken firefly.

“Humph. Well, guess that’s why no one knew Shego could fly.” Corscan said with dry amusement as she continued to watch Shego’s erratic, barely controlled flight through the heavens until she passed out of sight.

Damien nodded and turned his attention back to Corscan as she looked around the room, the head of security seemingly unconcerned with her bloody cut and burned state.

“Well, less of a mess than it could have been.” Corscan mused as she took in the dozens of small craters that had been blown into the walls and floor by Shego’s energy bolts, along with the few bits and pieces of the dome that had fallen down into the room instead of being blown outward by her blast.

“All right, get this mess cleaned up an’ secure the grounds Damien. I want everything fixed or replaced before Kim arrives on Monday. I’ll be staying with Hui until the repairs are done.”

“Yes Ms. Mataii, I’ll see to it.” Damien answered, and as soon as Corscan nodded and started walking away, heading for her bedroom, he began using his comm. unit to issue orders to the various security forces on high alert across the grounds. After that, he connected to maintenance and ordered a heavy repair crew for the dome, along with an assessment team to come check the internal damage and take charge of the repairs.

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Slightly less than twenty-four hours later, Corscan found herself on a secure line in Hui’s living room, talking to the head of Regional Command and Control for North America.

“Are you sure that the protocol bein’ used is legitimate?” Corscan asked.

“Yes my Lady. Although they are decades out of date, they are legitimate protocol; I double-checked the archives personally. It also appears that whoever it is has had little success using the outdated protocol, since we have made substantial progress in our double-blind security layering and upgraded cell-structure. To date they have only been able to access the most tertiary layers of our information net, though a pattern has emerged that suggests that the tertiary contacts may be their actual goal.”

“All right, you were right to bring this to my attention.” Corscan responded in a slightly hard tone, having a sneaking and extremely displeasing suspicion she knew what was going on. “I’m heading to the communications center to deal with this personally. I’ll contact you again once I’ve gone over everythin’.”

“Yes my Lady. I will await your further input before taking any further action on this matter.”

Corscan hung up the phone and went into the bedroom, changing into a tight, heavy-seamed blue cotton half-sleeve shirt and some black pants before putting on her worn but serviceable sneakers. After that she grabbed her comm. unit and put it in her pocket, strapped on a heavy stainless steel chronograph, and left Hui a note by the front door telling her where she was before leaving her quarters.

An hour-and-a-half later she was coming out of the communications center with Damien at her side.

“No Damien, I’m goin’ to have to deal with this problem myself. It’s the only way to put an end to it. She won’t accept any other solution. An’… I’m not willin’ to consider the alternative.” Corscan stated grimly, an unspoken “yet” hanging in the air.

“All right Ms. Mataii, but will you at least allow me to deploy perimeter screens and backup teams along with air support?”

“All right Damien, but nothin’ closer than a half-mile, understand?”

“Thank you Ms. Mataii, I’ll see to it.” Damien answered, and then paused for a moment before adding; “But… are you sure waiting three weeks is a wise idea? I’m worried what she might do to the security of the network…”

“Any sooner an’ she’d be too suspicious Damien. The networks will hold up just fine. The protocol may be old, but it’s still sound enough for contactin’ tertiary layers.” Corscan responded.

“If you say so Ms. Mataii.” Damien answered with a nod of acceptance. “I’ll make sure everything is ready when the time comes.”

Corscan nodded back and Damien returned to the communications room while she headed off down the corridor, nodding to the various guards that were positioned in the high-security area as she went. The guards did nothing to acknowledge her presence or attention however, which was as it should be; with the mood she was in right now, if they had made that mistake, she would have made them wish they were never born.

Traveling through the maze of corridors, Corscan was roughly halfway back to Hui’s quarters when she paused in the center of a deserted low-security hallway. Standing still, she cocked her head slightly and closed her eyes, listening while her nostrils flared slightly. A few moments later she shook her head in annoyance and opened her eyes again.

“You can come out now Mr. Stoppable.” Corscan announced in a firm, slightly irritated tone.

“Awww man! How did you know—” Ron said as he emerged from a darkened alcove down a side corridor before cutting off suddenly, shaking his head and muttering; “No, no, that doesn’t matter. Stay focused Ron.”

The light revealed that Ron was decked out in his mission clothes as he walked up the corridor to stand a short distance away from Corscan, and, after taking a deep breath and fixing a resolute expression on his face, he said; “We need to talk about some things Ms. Mataii.”

“Oh really.” Corscan responded dryly, her head tilting slightly to the side and her right eyebrow rising slightly.

“Yeah, really. Look, I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s going on with you and Kim yet, or that I even really want to, but as long as it’s what she wants then I have to accept it. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t like it, and if you ever hurt her in any way, you’ll have to answer to Ron Stoppable, understand?”

Corscan took a deep breath and then released it in a controlled sigh. “Well, whereas I appreciate your concern for Kim Ron, I really do, you pretty much picked the worst possible time an’ way to approach me about it, so, I’m goin’ to put this as simply an’ as clearly as I can…”

Corscan lunged forward suddenly, sweeping her right arm up and around towards Ron so fast it was almost a blur. Despite the suddenness of the attack, years of ingrained defensive reflexes had Ron trying to throw himself to the side or at least get his arms up in a block, but he failed on both counts. An instant later, Corscan’s hand wrapped itself around Ron’s throat and she stepped forward, bodily lifting Ron off his feet and slamming him into the wall nearly a foot off the floor.

Corscan stood with her arm extended and locked, seemingly holding Ron in place without effort and looking him in the eyes with a frightening intensity. Ron quickly grabbed her forearm and planted his left foot on her extended right thigh in order to relieve the pressure on his neck. After that, he used his left hand to grab her wrist while twisting, but despite his skill, it was like trying to bend an iron bar. On top of that, Corscan began squeezing his neck harder in response to his struggling.

Ron abandoned Corscan's wrist and slammed a hard axe hand into her elbow instead, but that didn’t seem to have any effect either. Panicking as he started to wheeze and turn bright red from the pressure, Ron used his right leg to slam several kicks into her hips and midsection, and he could swear he felt a short rib snap on the last one, but the only thing Corscan did was squeeze harder.

The violent motions of Ron’s leg did accomplish one thing though; Rufus stuck his head out of Ron’s pocket to find out what was going on. As he quickly assessed the situation, his beady black eyes widened in shock and he squeaked out “Ahhh!” A second later he pulled himself out of Ron’s pocket, digging his claws into the material tightly to hang on, and then leapt up to Ron’s right arm where he was still holding Corscan’s wrist to keep himself supported.

Pulling himself up into the crook of Ron’s elbow, Rufus hopped over onto Corscan’s thick forearm and scampered around. Despite the situation Ron was in, his eyes widened from more than just the way his throat was being constricted as Rufus spread his jaws wide, rearing his head back before plunging his razor sharp, nearly inch-long incisors deep into the woman’s flesh.

Corscan didn’t even flinch. Ron could see the blood well up around Rufus’ teeth and begin running down her arm to drip onto the floor, and past that, he saw her fixed, cold expression. As Rufus bit down harder, shaking his entire body back and forth, and Ron continued throwing harder and harder kicks into her side, the only reaction he noted was a slight tensing of her jaw muscles and a tighter squeezing of the fingers clamped around his throat.

As Ron desperately wheezed for breath, the corridor seemed to get darker and close in on him, but it wasn’t his fear of being strangled that caused him to finally stop struggling, it was the focused look in Corscan’s mostly-grey hazel eyes that did it. Looking into those wintry orbs, Ron had no doubts whatsoever that she would continue to crush his windpipe mercilessly unless he submitted to her. He wasn’t even sure if he’d wake up again if it came to that. So Ron stopped kicking and just hung on to Corscan’s wrist with both hands, trying as best he could to pull some air into his lungs through the vice-like grip around his throat.

After a few more seconds to make absolutely sure she’d gotten her point across, Corscan eased up on her grip—though she still kept it tight enough to keep him from having any ideas about getting funny—and Ron gratefully sucked in several huge lungfuls of air. Once Ron quieted down, Corscan spoke to him in a noticeably controlled, even tone that brooked no objection, still staring him in the eye with that hard, implacable gaze that conveyed her utter and chilling sincerity.

“Now that we understand one another, I’m only goin’ to say this once. I do not now, nor do I ever want to hurt Kim. I only want the best for her, understand? Now, I do not appreciate people comin’ into my home an’ threatenin’ me, no matter what their good intentions might be, an’ if you weren’t who you were, I would most likely be doing far more to you right now than havin’ this friendly little chat, but… restraint isn’t exactly high on my list of virtues, so it would really, really be in your best interest to never, ever try somethin’ like this with me again, do I make myself clear? So, if you have any further problems with my relationship with Kim, then you should talk to her about it, not me, because I am far less likely to be this understandin’ a second time ‘round.”

Just as Corscan finished her warning, a half-dozen well-armed security guards came rushing down the hallways from every direction, with Damien at the head of the pair coming from the direction of the communications room.

As they approached, Corscan calmly continued; “Now, given that he’s gotten his teeth imbedded in me, if you would be so kind as to pull your little friend here out of my arm, I would be most appreciative Ron.”

Ron nodded as best he could and slowly reached out to Rufus with his left hand, very mindful of the guards who now surrounded them at a distance on all sides and had their MP5/10s carefully trained on him. Cautiously gripping the sides of Rufus’ head with his fingers, Ron pulled up on his friend’s head gently at first, but after a few moments he found himself applying a surprisingly increasing amount of force before Rufus’ teeth finally slid out of Corscan’s flesh.

As Ron shifted his grip to Rufus’ body and held on to him, the naked mole rat stuck his tongue out with a disgusted “Blahh!” and started spitting and trying to scrape it and his teeth clean using his front paws, looking like nothing less than a rabid, demented rodent vampire with the blood staining his long incisors, mouth, and now claws.

“All right then, I guess we’re done here.” Corscan said before turning and tossing Ron into Damien’s waiting grasp.

As the big head of security seized Ron by the arms, the blonde coughed several times and then hoarsely shouted; “You’re crazy lady! You just wait ‘til I tell Kim about this!”

Corscan paused, and then turned back to Ron, a cynical, amused smile on her lips.

“Oh, you go right ahead an’ tell Kim that you trespassed onto private property an’ broke into a high-security facility, where the guards have license to shoot first an’ ask questions later courtesy of the US government itself, just so you could deliver a direct threat to the woman she’s currently sleepin’ with. I’m sure that’ll go over just peachy… An’ you say I’m the crazy one?” Corscan chuckled derisively. “But hey, it’s your life.”

Ron opened his mouth to retort angrily, but after a few seconds he closed it again with nothing more than a frustrated growl, realizing that as much as he hated to admit it, Corscan was right about his situation regarding Kim. There was no way he could tell her about any of this without putting more cracks in their friendship, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Escort Mr. Stoppable here to the airstrip and make sure he gets safely back to Middleton. I wouldn’t want him to get lost on his was back or anything like that.” Corscan said to the guards. As they surrounded Ron and started to lead him away, she added; “A word if I may, Mr. Frost?”

Damien looked back and nodded before handing Ron off to a pair of guards, who took the blonde by either arm, stating; “Come on you.” and “Don’t give us any trouble kid.” Then he watched the team leaving with Ron for a few moments before turning back to Corscan, finding her staring out a window several yards away, standing “at ease” with her hands in fists and tucked tightly to the small of her back.

Moving over to stand behind Corscan, Damien said; “Yes Ms. Mataii?”

“Mr. Frost,” Corscan said sharply, “would you be so kind as to explain to me how, unlike last night’s little visit from Shego, Ron Stoppable actually penetrated the security measures of this complex on his own?”

“I… I don’t know my La—” Damien cut off sharply at the look Corscan shot him over his near slip up, and aborted the instinctive kneel he had been slipping into as well. “I mean, Ms. Mataii. I don’t know how it was accomplished Ms. Mataii.”

“As my head of security it’s your job to know this Mr. Frost. An’ until you do know how it was accomplished, you will spend every wakin’ moment goin’ over the events of this evenin’ until you discover it an’ take the steps necessary to correct the holes in our security that allowed it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Ms. Mataii, I won’t rest until it’s done, you have my word.” Damien said with humble dedication, bowing his head as he did.

“Then go see to it.” Corscan said, dismissing him as she turned and headed up the corridor.

Damien bowed his head once more before turning and rushing off in the opposite direction, quickly hurrying down the corridors in order to catch up to the security team escorting Ron off the premises and see that done before he set to his new task.

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Shego grunted with effort; a deep, burning ache in her arms. Gritting her teeth and snarling, she ignored the pain, fighting past it to continue. It had only taken her a day to recover from the battering Corscan had inflicted on her, and in that time she had realized a few things.

The first was something she’d been too busy to notice during the fight; that Corscan had been holding back while fighting her. After examining the collected battering and bruising all over her body and remembering what Kim had been able to do to her, she was certain the big woman had purposely refrained from doing any serious harm to her. The patterns of damage and strike locations proved it. In a few cases Shego wasn’t even entirely sure why she wasn’t hurt more than she was.

The second realization galled her far more than the first—and that was saying something given how furious she’d been when she figured out the first one. Corscan was right. Somehow, despite her freelance work, over the last three years she’d been working for Drakken—with nearly a year and a half taking it easy on Kim now—in slow, subtle steps she’d not noticed, she’d gone soft; both physically and in her discipline, if not mentally. She was out of shape, her technique was sloppy, and she’d fallen into a lazy rut when it came to her style, relying more and more on the familiar patterns she usually used fighting Kim and letting her skills in other areas grow increasingly rusty.

And now… now she owed both Kim and Corscan for revealing that truth to her, because otherwise, given her powers and the exceptional levels of skill she possessed, who knows how far she would have slipped just getting by with “good enough” before she needed her best instead and found it wasn’t there any more? And in her line of work, a discovery like that would most likely lead to early retirement in the form of funeral services and eulogies, or if she was “lucky,” a nice sixty years or so in a wheelchair or a coma.

Shego growled and panted heavily from exertion, pushing herself further. She was so drenched in sweat it was running down her in rivulets, her limbs were trembling from exhaustion, and her entire body was on fire, but still she pressed on, staring fixedly off into space, thinking of the last two days instead of what she was currently enduring.

After she recovered from her injuries, she’d come to a decision, and the next day she’d confronted Drakken, telling him she had things she needed to take care of, and was taking however much of her free time it took to do it. Drakken had balked, of course, ranting that he still needed her for his stupid “no plan,” and trying to use the “ongoing operation” clause in her contract to force her to stay.

Shego smiled as she recalled the conversation with Drakken, though it twisted into a grimace from the strain and pain trying to beat her down.

“Ongoing operation? What ongoing operation? Other than running around collecting pieces of scrap paper and talking to people we haven’t actually done anything in over a month now! There is no ongoing operation!” Shego shouted.

“I assure you there most certainly is an ongoing operation Shego. In fact it’s my greatest, most diabolical scheme ever. It cannot fail!” Drakken answered haughtily, and then testily muttered under his breath; “That is if she ever gets her head out of her books and notices him! I knew I should have gone with a blonde!”

“Oh yeah? Well then you’d better tell me what this ‘super terrific’ plan of yours is right now or I’m outta here!” Shego yelled back.

“I can’t do that Shego.” Drakken answered.

“Why not?” Shego growled forcefully.

“Well, errr… that is to say…” Drakken hedged.

“Well?” Shego prodded in irritation.

“It’s just that… not… telling you… is… part of the plan?” Drakken answered, his voice growing more hesitant as he did.

“What? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” Shego roared, grabbing Drakken by his overcoat and hauling him up to his tiptoes. “What the hell is not telling me anything going to accomplish, other than driving me crazy? And possibly getting your blue hide fried because of it!”

“N-now now Shego, I can assure you there is most definitely a valid reason for my not telling you anything about this plan. Truly. You’ll just have to trust me on this, all right?” At the look on Shego’s face Drakken quickly added; “Don’t hurt me!” in a high-pitched, cowering squeal.

Shego’s arms trembled violently before she vented a long, frustrated sound and dumped Drakken on the floor instead of throwing him into a nearby control console.

“All right then fine, you jackass, if I have to I’ll use my goddamn vacation time, which as you know I can do whenever the hell I want!” Shego bellowed.

“Shego, please. Watch your language!” Drakken retorted reflexively, not thinking.

Shego went completely still for the span of three heartbeats, and then her power flared brightly around her curling, clawed fingers as she exploded; “What the fuck did you just say you goddamn pussy? I am not some fucking pansy-assed little mamma’s boy ‘Drewbie’, and after what you’re forcing me to do here you’re lucky I don’t take your goddamn ‘doodles’ and shove them up your mother-fucking ass!”

Drakken screeched and scurried away from Shego while still on his back, scrambling on his hands and feet until he ran into the control console and had nowhere left to go. As he went he babbled; “I’m sorry Shego! You’re obviously quite put out right now and I’m not helping matters any! Given the situation I’m sure a little vulgarity is perfectly acceptable! Perfectly!”

Drakken stared at Shego fearfully as she stood seething and glaring at him, the black rage in her eyes stronger than anything he’d ever seen before. A few moments later he breathed a hefty sigh of relief as she took a deep breath and stood up straight, her fingers relaxing and her power dissipating.

Shego turned and started stalking away, and Drakken was in the process of pulling himself to his feet when she stopped suddenly and idly waved towards the banks of Synthodrone charging bays on the far side of the room, saying; “Oh, and I’ll be taking a half-dozen of these walking goo-bags with me too.”

“What? Shego, do you have any idea how much those things cost? Let alone the time it takes for me to—” Drakken shrieked and ducked behind the side of the console a split second before an energy bolt slashed through the space his chest had been occupying.

“Which is entirely negligible in comparison to your contribution to my operations.” Drakken babbled in a panic, still crouching behind the console. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like an even dozen instead?”

Shego actually considered for a moment, and then continued leaving as she answered; “No, six’ll do just fine Dr. D. Oh, and one more thing; don’t call me, I’ll call you, got it?”

“All right Shego, whatever you say. Later gater!” Drakken responded obsequiously, grateful he was still in one piece and not breathing through a tube.

Shego grunted again, this time in annoyance over how hard it had been to get away from Drakken. At least he’d finally caved and let her use her free time instead of burning through her vacation time, though Shego knew that the real reason he’d done that was so he could call her back in if his stupid “no plan” actually started doing anything. Typical Drakken, fixating on the goal and losing sight of the particulars; she could always invoke her vacation time if and when he tried to call her back if she hadn’t finished dealing with this by then.

Or the big blue dork was actually trying to make up for being such a monumental jackass. Shego mused idly before shaking her head in irritation. She couldn’t let herself become distracted; she had to stay focused on the goal here. Nothing else mattered but that.

Oh yeah, I’ve got a debt to repay all right. Shego thought as she stood on one side of the huge, Spartan, single-room underground safe house lair she was in, her hair done up in a long, tight braid and wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts.

Growling, she curled the hundred pound barbell up to her chest again, ignoring the searing agony in her biceps, focusing instead on the shadowy, intimidating forms of the six Synthodrones that stood perfectly still and silent in the middle of the room, waiting for her with infinite emotionless patience.

And I always repay my debts.
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