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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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   “I’m really, really sorry the avalanche destroyed the snowcat and the two snowmobiles you gave us to use Mr.… Stanton was it? Stuff like this doesn’t usually… ok; stuff like this happens to me all the time, but never when I’m using someone else’s equipment… at least, almost never. I’m sure we can do something for you to make up for it…” Kim trailed off, feeling as lame as her apology.
   She still couldn’t believe she’d lost what had to be over fifty thousand dollars in vehicles, all because the wind shear from the storm-shield Professor Dementor had been using forced her and Ron to approach his mountain lair by ground instead of air. Then the Napoleonic little twit had to throw a tantrum like the child he was the height of instead of losing with good grace, activating a self-destruct that brought the entire mountain down around its base, destroying the transportation and burying whatever remained of all three machines under a hundred tons of ice, snow, and stone.
   “That’s perfectly alright Ms. Possible,” the big mustached man in a blue-grey jumpsuit responded. “I was instructed to provide you with whatever we had that you required, under full release. You bear absolutely no liability for what happened, I assure you, and even if we can’t figure out a way to get this covered by our insurance plan, the company can easily absorb the expense. Please don’t trouble yourself over this any further.” Mr. Stanton paused for a long moment, then added with a smile; “though if you don’t mind me saying Ms. Possible, it really is refreshing to see a young lady so intent on upholding her responsibilities in this day and age. I wish my own daughter was more like you.”
   Kim blushed slightly, embarrassed to be receiving praise over a situation where she felt she deserved anything but, and stammered; “Well, ok, if you’re sure there’s nothing I can do to make up for it—and please, call me Kim.”
   “Really, there’s nothing to make up for… Kim. Now, is there anything else I can do for you before I get back to work?”
   “No thank you Mr. Stanton, you’ve done more than enough already. I need to get going anyway; I’ve got to find Ron and get him to the airstrip before our ride takes off.”
   “Alright Kim, good luck on finding your friend—I think I saw him heading into the terminal when I was coming back to the office actually; you might want to start there. Oh, and thank you for taking care of that little problem we were having too. It would have been a real mess having to deal with that Professor Dementor guy instead of the normal local types, that’s for sure.”
   “No big; it’s what I do. Thanks for the lead on Ron Mr. Stanton, bye.” Kim waved over her shoulder as she headed off across the snowy ground, hunching over and huddling into her parka against the wind and stomping her boots every ten steps or so to knock the caked slush off of them. Dementor’s storm-shield had done a real number on the local environment; the small airfield was still digging out from the constant snow that had been falling for the last three days, and it looked like they’d be doing so for quite some time to come.
   Arriving at the terminal, Kim knocked her boots clean one last time before pushing the door open and quickly slipping into the building. Once inside she was immediately hit by a blast of overheated air being forced out of the air system at high volume. Suddenly sweating, Kim struggled out of her mittens and parka before tossing the jacket over one shoulder and moving into the central hall. Looking around Kim soon spotted Ron—still in his parka and mittens—sitting hunched over a huge steaming mug at a table in the small public commissary to the left of the hall.
   As Kim approached the table Ron looked up and said “S-s-so-o-o-o c-c-cold,” with a haunted, put-upon expression of suffering.
   “Hey, at least you’re not blue anymore Ron.” Kim joked back, smiling as she set her gear down and took a seat.
   “T-t-that’s w-what y-you t-think; I-I’m b-blue on t-the ins-side K-Kim. D-do y-you t-think i-it’s p-possible t-to f-freeze t-to d-death a-and n-not r-realize it?” the shivering teen responded, teeth chattering as he did so.
   “Come on Ron, you’re exaggerating. You were only stuck in that snow bank for ten minutes or so.”
   “T-that d-doesn’t c-count t-the hours w-we s-spent out in t-the c-cold g-getting to D-Dementor’s l-lair.” Ron replied.
   “Well, it was warm enough once we got inside.”
   “And w-we w-were o-only inside f-for w-what? T-twenty m-minutes or s-so? And then w-we h-had t-to w-walk back here t-too. I d-don’t t-think I-I’ll ever b-be w-warm again.” Ron mourned.
   “Ron, seriously, that nice EMT checked you out and everything; there’s nothing wrong with you, it’s all in your head.” Kim chided.
   “I d-don’t c-care w-what some f-fancy c-calculator s-says, I’m f-freaking f-freezing here Kim!” Ron ranted before taking a long pull on his extra-large mug of steaming hot coco.
   “Ok Ron, whatever you say. Hey Rufus!” Kim called out loudly, and a few seconds later Rufus came crawling out from under Ron’s coat, tunneling up his chest and out through the parka’s hood to land on the tabletop in front of Kim.
   “Hunh?” the rodent grunted inquisitively.
   “You wouldn’t happen to have any supplies stashed away in there would you? Like say, a few packets of Diablo hot sauce maybe?” Kim asked Rufus.
   “Ya-hunh! Ya-hunh!” Rufus nodded enthusiastically before running over to Ron’s hand and disappearing into the opening of the parka’s sleeve, tunneling up the arm and down his chest while Ron squirmed around and tried his best not to laugh from the rodent’s tickling travels. A few moments later Rufus was on his way out again, this time taking the short path, heading down to the floor and then hopping up on a chair to get to the tabletop with another jump, a yellow packet of Diablo hot sauce clutched in his paws. Scampering over to Kim he held out his prize with a toothy grin and a chattered “ta-da!”
   “Thanks Rufus,” Kim said, taking the packet from him and opening it carefully before turning to Ron and sliding her hand over to him with the upright packet between her fingers. “Ok Ron, if you’re freezing to death then there’s nothing else to do but get something in you to warm you up, and this certainly qualifies.”
   “Y-you want m-me t-to t-take a h-hit of D-Diablo h-hot s-sauce s-straight up? W-what are y-you mad w-woman?” Ron objected.
   “Do you want to be warm or do you want to sit there and complain for the five minutes we have left before we need to go outside again to catch our ride? And I don’t think there’s going to be much in the way of heat in that cargo plane either…” Kim responded sternly, getting a little fed up with Ron’s whining over what she knew was just in his head.
   Ron looked over at the distant snowbound entrance to the terminal and shuddered as a gust of wind blew a swirl of snow past the frosted glass. Sighing, he looked back at Kim and said; “Ok K-Kim, b-but if I d-die i-it’s on y-your h-head.”
   “I’ll see that you get a full state funeral Ron, now drink up,” Kim said dryly.
   Ron slipped off his right mitten and reached out with a trembling hand to take the packet of sauce from Kim. Exhaling once, he brought it up to his mouth and threw back his head, sucking the packet dry and swallowing as fast as he could. Slamming his hand back down on the table like he’d just finished a shot of Tequila, he looked at Kim with a curious expression.
   “You know, that wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought—” Ron cut off suddenly, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over his face as his now watering eyes bugged out of their sockets and a flush rushed across his features. In front of Kim, Rufus had time to murmur “oh-oh” before Ron gripped the table and shouted; “Oh whoa momma!”
   Snatching up his mug, it took only three huge gulps for Ron to bolt it’s remaining contents—which, unfortunately for him, he had forgotten was coco he had specifically ordered only slightly less hot than molten steel.
   “Gahhh!” Ron screamed and shot up from his chair, head snapping back and forth frantically as he scanned the room for anything that could help him. A second later his eyes locked onto the drinking fountain and he was off like a shot, covering the distance in a mere heartbeat before jamming his head under a blissfully frigid stream of water and sucking it down like air to a drowning man.
   Kim just smiled and watched Ron’s antics with amused chagrin. Just like the cold, most of this was also in Ron’s head—he held Diablo hot sauce in the same reverence as every other Bueno Nacho product after all. Using her finger to take a dab of the sauce that had stuck to the top she’d ripped off the packet, Kim brought it up to her mouth and licked it off, pulling her fingertip along the length of her tongue to get full exposure. A moment later her eyes misted a little and her temperature spiked a touch as the spices and pepper juice registered, but it wasn’t close to being as bad as Ron made it out to be. She wouldn’t want to have to swallow a whole packet of the stuff without having something to drink afterwards, but she knew she certainly could if she had to.
   Snorting, Kim shook her head and looked down at Rufus, who was grinning ear to ear in amusement over his owner’s plight. The little rodent seemed to chuckle, and he looked up to wink at Kim before scampering over to where Ron had dropped his mug on its side. Rufus stuck half his length into the mug and happily wagged his tail as he began to lap at the thick dregs of chocolate stuck to the bottom of the cup.
   A short while later Ron was back at the table in only his t-shirt, with his parka, mittens, sweater, and scarf thrown haphazardly over the chairs next to him, and fanning himself with a laminated menu while he sweated bullets.
   “I’m telling you KP, I sure wish these sciency nutjobs would lose the preference for snowbound mountaintop lairs. I mean, why can’t they all be like the Seniors? Nice warm beaches, tropical islands, downtown LA or some trendy European nightclub; they never do their thing anywhere cold. Even Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan know better than to build somewhere they can freeze their butts off at, and it’s not like they’re in any Brain Trusts. But these so-called super geniuses? Yeah, I’m just not seein’ it…”
   “Heh… well Ron, I’m sure you can have a nice long chat with Dementor or Drakken about the locations of their bases the next time we see either of them.” Kim joked.
   “Maybe I will Kim, if it means never having to deal with someplace like this again…” Ron answered, a serious expression on his face.
   “Hey! I was joking Ron!” Kim said sharply. “You know the rule.”
   “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ron raised his right hand, placed his left over his heart, and closed his eyes as if reciting a pledge. “ ‘I am never to make any suggestions to anyone, ever, that could even remotely be construed as super villain advice.’ But I mean c’mon Kim, those guys are already super villains anyway, what can it hurt?”
   “No Ron.” Kim said firmly, eliciting a sigh from the other teen. “Come on, you need to get dressed again, we’ve gotta get to strip five in the next seven minutes or so or we’ll miss our ride.”
   Ron nodded and began putting on his gear once more while Kim followed suit, finishing up much faster than Ron mainly by dint of having less to put back on. A short while later both teens were outside and bent over against the wind as they headed to airstrip number five.
   Coming around a hangar at the end of the strip, Kim and Ron saw that the heavy cargo transport they were going to be flying on had already been towed into position, and was being fueled while one of the pilots watched the ground crew work with a careful eye.
   As Kim approached the pilot, she looked up to see what was becoming a familiar logo on the tail of the plane; an upright dull yellow oval with a black interlocked uppercase ‘C’ and ‘I’ centered in it. The lower arc of the ‘C’ bisected the ‘I’ in its center, with the upper bar of the ‘I’ resting in the center of the ‘C’. The resulting symbol strongly resembled a globe of the world, and that semblance was further enhanced by the space inside of the ‘C’ being colored blue.
   Kim’s eyes narrowed and she muttered something under her breath in irritation before both her and Ron’s heads snapped up to look at the pilot as he screamed; “Hey you fucking moron, are you trying to blow us all to kingdom come or are you just fucking incompetent? Put that fucking thing back in your goddamn pocket and get the fuck away from that hose right now or I’ll put my foot so far up your sorry ass you’ll be shitting shoe polish for a month!”
   By the look on the pilot’s face and the stance he was in, Kim and Ron thought that unlike most bluster they’d heard from “colorful” folk before, this man really intended to carry out his threat. Quickly the two teens followed his gaze over to where one of the ground crew was standing looking back at the pilot, a thick dull metallic case about the size of a package of cigarettes in his hands. The man blanched and put the case away before quickly relocating to the far front side of the fuel truck.
   Continuing on to the pilot, Kim and Ron were close enough that they could hear him mutter; “What kind of fucking idiot tries to change a chem-pack hand warmer while pumping a thousand gallons of jet fuel into a plane? Jesus I fucking hate these European crap-holes…” while shaking his head in disgust. Looking over to the pair as they came up next to him, the pilot growled out; “and who the hell are you?”
   “I’m Ron Stoppable and this is the one and only Kim Possible my good man. I believe you were expecting us?” Ron responded with a smooth, friendly banter.
   The pilot’s demeanor underwent an abrupt transformation, going from pissed off to embarrassed and apologetic—and perhaps just a bit fearful. “Oh, right, Mr. Stoppable, Ms. Possible. Sorry about that, I’m under a little stress here as you can see. I hope I didn’t offend you.”
   “It’s no big, Mr.…?” Kim trailed off.
   “Lancer, Tim Lancer. Please, if you and your friend could get onboard as soon as you can I’d appreciate it Ms. Possible, we’re already running a little late with the refueling and I’d like to take off as soon as possible.”
   “Alright Mr. Lancer. Before we go would you mind telling me what exactly you were told about us?” Kim asked.
   “All I know is that you and your friend will be riding with us to New York City and that we’re to extend every courtesy to you while you’re with us. I don’t understand it since it breaks three or four FAA regs, but the order comes straight from HQ so I’m doin’ what I’m told.”
   “Ok, thank you Mr. Lancer.” Kim responded before heading over to the tail end of the plane and ascending the short ladder-steps leading to the rear hatch, Ron in tow. Looking around the packed cargo hold, Kim headed towards the front of the plane, weaving through the cramped corridor formed by the well-secured crates and boxes filling the hold.
   “What’s up KP? You seem tweaked.” Ron asked from behind Kim as he followed her.
   “I’m not tweaked Ron… well, not exactly, but I am concerned.” Kim responded as they came out into an open area just before the stairs leading up to the cockpit. Two pairs of uncomfortable looking seats were bolted to the walls on either side of the stairwell, facing back towards the rear of the plane, and Kim headed for the left pair while Ron headed to the right, knowing that with seats like those it was better to sit apart than together for maximum chances of comfort—not that either teen expected much in the way of that.
   “Concerned?” Ron queried while he unzipped his parka and stuffed his mittens into the pockets of the heavy coat.
   “Don’t you find it a little odd that we’ve gotten at least five rides from these guys in the last few weeks Ron? And they gave us that boat in Brazil and the snowcat and snowmobiles we lost here too.” Kim answered as she took off her mittens as well, but unlike Ron, she left them hanging by their strings while she dug around inside her coat to get out her Kimmunicator.
   “Hunh? I don’t remember seeing Lancer before Kim, you sure about this? I think I’d remember that guy.”
   “I don’t mean these guys specifically Ron, I mean the outfit they work for.”
   “Once more I’m going to have to go with hunh?”
   Looking over at Ron Kim raised an eyebrow and with careful patience spelled out her line of thought; “The logo on the tail of this plane? The one that was on all the other planes? And the jumpsuit Mr. Stanton wore? The one that’s on that box right there? C’mon Ron, even you can’t have missed them all.”
   “Oh, oooohhhh; the lo-go. Mmmm, yeah, ok, that makes sense. But what’s the big dealie? So the same guys have been giving us rides, that’s a problem how?”
   “Not a problem, but a little suspicious.” Kim answered.
   “Ahhh, how so KP?”
   “Well, Ron, do you remember doing anything to help out any of the people we’ve met on these rides, or doing anything that involved this company? Because I sure don’t…”
   “Well, we help out so many people I kinda don’t really keep track anymore KP,” Ron said with a hint of embarrassment. “You seem to remember everyone and I just assume Wade knows what he’s doing, so I really don’t give it much thought as long as we get where we’re going.”
   “Ron!”
   “Hey, I have enough on my mind trying to get through Barkin’s English and History classes thank you very much. I can’t be expected to keep track of a few hundred names and faces that we add to every week. I mean come on KP, even you can’t tell me you remember everyone we’ve helped out anymore.”
   Kim sighed as Ron hit home on her. “Yeah, ok Ron, I guess you’re right, even I’m having trouble keeping track of everyone now, but I’m sure I’m right about these guys. And you really should at least try to keep up with these things Ron.”
   “Like I say KP, I’m a ‘Big Picture’ kinda guy, not a details guy.” Ron ended with a jaw-cracking yawn as he settled into his seat and tried as best he could to get comfortable while he strapped himself in.
   Kim just shook her head and returned her attention to her Kimmunicator. Triggering the direct line to Wade, Kim only had to wait a few seconds before the small screen blossomed with a view of the young computer prodigy ensconced in his nest of high-tech hardware.
   “Hey Kim, what’s up?” Wade said with a cheery smile.
   “Hey Wade, got a question for you,” Kim replied.
   “Shoot Kim.”
   “You haven’t recently incorporated yourself or branched out into mergers and acquisitions have you?” Kim asked.
   Wade half choked on his drink and once he swallowed he quickly replied; “Say what now Kim? I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
   “Well, five out of our last seven rides have come from people that I don’t remember doing anything for, they all seem to work for the same company—which I also don’t remember having anything to do with—and less than a half-hour ago I was told that my losing tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment they provided us with was no big. So if you haven’t gone corporate on us Wade then I’d really like to know what exactly is going on here.”
   “Oh… ummm, tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment?” Wade asked, still confused.
   “A snowcat and two snowmobiles, buried under what’s left of the mountain Dementor built his lair in. Now spill Wade, what’s going on?”
   “Well Kim, it’s not me. It’s still going to be a long time before I can get enough support and capital together to…” Wade trailed off, looking uncomfortable. “Ahhh, you didn’t hear any of that, ok?”
   “Sure Wade,” Kim responded with a wry smile and a soft chuckle. “Now, can you please tell me what’s going on?”
   “Alright, you remember the mission to Australia? That was the first time you and Ron got a ride from Corsair International. As you know Kim, every now and then there just aren’t any options open to get you where you need to go using rides from the people you’ve helped out. It doesn’t come up too often, but it does come up enough that I had to create some contingency plans to deal with it when it does. One of those plans is basically bartering. I trade off the favors one person or group can do to another person or group that doesn’t owe you anything in return for the transport—sometimes I even do it to get my hands on other equipment and supplies you need from time to time.”
   “On the mission to Australia there were only a handful of possible travel options that could have gotten you there in time, so I started with the most likely one like I always do, and that was a long-distance shipping run out of Miami being run by CI, since I could get you down there through favors in time to catch it. I contacted CI and quickly got a hold of the higher-ups that could authorize it and told them what was going on, what I needed, and generally what I could offer. They put me on hold for about fifteen minutes, and I started running other searches while I waited, but as it turned out they were more than willing to help us out.”
   “I made the arrangements and then I set out to see what exactly they wanted from us in return, but the guy I was dealing with said that wasn’t necessary, that the authorization had come direct from the top and that they didn’t want anything in return.”
   “And you didn’t think that was strange Wade?” Kim interrupted.
   “Well, not exactly Kim. It’s happened a few times before. I mean, you are on the news every month or so as the leading story in how you stopped someone from taking over the world after all. Every now and then someone knows who you are and is willing to help out just to help out. But I gotta admit this is the first time I’ve ever gotten that response from a big business.” Wade answered.
   “So, that explains the first time, but what about the rest? And the other things too, like the boat and snowcat.” Kim asked.
   “Well, when we were done talking the corp guy ended by telling me that if there was ever anything else the company could do for us down the line I shouldn’t hesitate to ask. Now, normally I’d take that as standard corp exec BS, but given the fact that they helped us out without asking for anything, it stuck in my head.”
   “A week later I was running into the same kind of problems getting you where you needed to go, though not as badly—it’s just that the only routes I could come up with would have taken you way out of your way and burned through a lot more favors than it should have if I could have found you a more direct route. And there was an almost direct route to the location by using, you guessed it, another CI flight. So, I took a shot and called them up again. They put me through to a Mr. Wainwright, and a few minutes later we were all set up.”
   “The next time it was Brazil, and when I offhandedly mentioned only needing a boat now, Mr. Wainwright said they could give us one of those too. After that, I started calling them anytime one of their options had a better route than any of our own.”
   “Ok Wade, that makes perfect sense, except, y’know, the parts that make no sense whatsoever.” Kim responded with irritation once Wade was done. “If it was just the rides I suppose I could buy it, but big corporations don’t hand over vehicles to a couple of high school kids to do whatever they want with, no matter who they are, and they sure don’t spend this kind of money without getting something out of it in return. There’s gotta be something more going on here, don’t you think?”
   “Please Kim,” Wade answered with a touch of disdain, “do you really think I wouldn’t have checked these guys out myself? I know the whole deal looks fishy, but I ran a check on the company and it seems legit, and they haven’t even made a suggestion of wanting anything in return; I make sure to work that point in on every ride I ask from them so they can’t claim we owe them something after the fact. I’ve covered all the bases Kim, and I only use them if I can’t come up with something better on my own, so I’m not letting us become reliant on them just in case they cut us off in the future for some reason.”
   “I’m sorry Wade, I didn’t mean to imply you weren’t on the ball, it’s just that this whole sitch feels weird to me. I know you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, but with the life we lead…” Kim trailed off.
   “That gift horse might be a genetically altered killing machine with a taste for cheerleaders?” Wade finished, only half joking despite his smile.
   “Exactly. Look, would you mind doing a deeper background check on these guys Wade? It really would make me feel better about all this.”
   “No problem Kim. Honestly by this point I’ve kinda been wanting to do that myself, but with everything else I’ve got on my plate I’ve had to keep it on the back burner for a while now.”
   “Thanks a lot Wade, I really appreciate it. Call me as soon as you’re finished, ok?”
   “Alright Kim, I should have something for you before you get home unless something comes up. Have a good flight.” Wade answered before ending the connection.
   Kim smiled as she looked up and saw that Ron was already asleep in the seat he was strapped into, explaining his silence during the conversation. Putting her Kimmunicator away before settling down into her seat, Kim tried her best to get comfortable before pulling out her algebra homework and sighing. She never should have let Monique talk her into taking advanced math this year; the work was just a step beyond what she was comfortable with, and she hated having to constantly make an effort to wrap her head around the stuff.
   Just as she was finding the right page in the textbook Kim heard a loud banging from the rear of the plane, and a few moments later she could make out Lancer squeezing his way up the narrow aisle toward her. As the pilot came into the open area he nodded to her brusquely and said; “We’ll be taking off just as soon as we finish the last pre-flight check Ms. Possible. If everything stays on schedule we should have you in New York in just under eight hours.” Without waiting for a reply Lancer headed up the stairs and disappeared behind the cockpit door.

   Sighing once more, Kim settled in for what she expected would be a much longer seeming flight than it actually was.

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   Kim jerked awake at the familiar musical chirp of her Kimmunicator. Looking around with gummy, blinking eyes, she groped for the device while trying to clear the cobwebs from her muzzy head. The last thing she remembered was chatting with Ron after finishing the last of her homework and studies. She must have nodded off some point after that. Looking over at Ron for a second she saw that he had fallen asleep again, though Rufus was up in the second seat and playing Street Fighter 2 Classic on the Super Nintendo emulator Wade had programmed into Ron’s Kimmunicator, snickering and adulating himself as he demolished his latest opponent.
   Finally digging out her Kimmunicator, Kim triggered the receive button and yawned as she said, “What’s the sitch Wade?”
   “I’ve finished running the background check on CI, Kim, more or less,” Wade answered.
   “More or less?” Kim asked, steadily shaking off the lethargy that came from sleeping in such uncomfortable surroundings.
   “Well, I’ve still got search algorithms and data compilers running on the bulk of their staff and day-to-day activities; those will take a long time to finish no matter what, and, there were a few lines of inquiry I decided not to follow unless you decided you wanted me to.”
   “Like what?” Kim asked curiously.
   “Well, it turns out that although CI runs the equivalent of a high-end corporate transport version of Fed-Ex, the main field they’re involved in is independent vehicle R&D for several other corporations, scientific institutes, and government organizations. I figured before I took the risk of trying to hack the Pentagon or the Global Justice network I’d see if you wanted me to first.”
   “So do I?”
   “I don’t think so, Kim. Everything I could find out about the company seems to be on the up-and-up. No connections to anything weird, no outstanding scandals, no patterns of activity outside those you’d expect them to have, and no links to any of your enemies, direct or indirect as far as I can tell. In fact, there’s really only one thing out of the ordinary with the entire company.”
   “And that would be?”
   “Well, the entire company was taken over by a woman named Corscan Mataii about four years ago, when she was found to be the sole surviving heir to the man that originally built it from the ground up. She was his distant cousin—very distant. Kinda like it was in that Adam Sandler movie ‘Mr. Deeds’.”
   “And there’s something fishy there?”
   “Well, not exactly… just, curious, like I said. The old man died of completely natural causes and there are no records indicating either he or this woman knew about one another in any way. The first thing that makes it unusual is that the original owner was seriously old-school about his company—he owned it outright. No shareholders and no board of directors he had to answer to; he owned it lock, stock, and barrel. It’s not even a corporation because of that, rather a privately owned company.”
   “And the second?”
   “A two-parter. The woman that took over kept it that way, despite enormous potential for profit if she’d opened the company up to public trading, and, she’s young; real young.” At Kim’s inquisitive hum, Wade specified; “She’s only twenty-seven.”
   “That’s not exactly what I’d call ‘real’ young, Wade.” Kim said dryly.
   “It is in the corporate world, Kim. Becoming a divisional vice president before you’re thirty is unusual, and a divisional president at thirty-five or forty is the norm. A CEO that’s under thirty-five is almost unheard of.” Wade paused briefly before adding; “And apparently this woman’s pretty good at the job too, since company profits have been steady or rising since she took over.”
   “So that’s the only thing you found that’s odd then.” Kim stated more than asked.
   “Pretty much. One other thing though; while digging around, I found out that both the initial go-ahead to give you that first ride and the subsequent ones, along with the other things they provided, came directly from this Corscan woman.”
   “Oh really?”
   “Yep, straight from the top, literally.”
   “Hmmm… so I assume you dug into her background too?”
   “Naturally. But there really wasn’t much to find. Nothing unusual other than her lucking out and inheriting the company; she had slightly above average grades at a reputable business college; she maintains low-key charitable donations and social presence. She’s not a ghost, but she’s not high profile either. Sorry, Kim, but nothing stands out. I mean, I suppose anything could be going on with her, but everything I could find says there isn’t.”
   “Wade, could you see if this Corscan Mataii is willing to meet with me? It doesn’t have to be anything big, just a few minutes of her time.” Kim asked.
   “I can try. Are you worried we might have another Señor Senior Senior on our hands?”
   “That, or maybe a Jack Hench. After all, ‘til we met him, we had no idea what he did either.”
   “Ok, I’ll get right on it then. I’ll call you back once I get something solid, ok?”
   “Please and thank you, Wade.” Kim answered before hanging up on Wade.
   Putting down the Kimmunicator, Kim sat lost in thought, too restless now to go back to sleep—and honestly not too interested in doing so anyway, given how lousy she felt after the few hours she had already slept in the uncomfortable seat. She truly hoped she was wrong about the weird vibe she was getting; the last thing she needed was to add another name to the long list of enemies she already had.
   It was a few hours later, on the connector flight back to Middleton, when Wade finally called her back.
   “What’s the sitch, Wade?” Kim answered, eager to find out how things had gone.
   “Well, I talked to Mr. Wainwright about you wanting to meet with Ms. Mataii, and he called me back about an hour later with the number for her personal assistant. I spent the next half-hour or so getting through to her and then hammering out a time and place—incidentally, keep next Friday afternoon open, Kim; it’s the only time she can work you in in the next month or so.”
   “I don’t think I’m doing anything then. So, you worked all this out on a Sunday, eh?”
   “Yeah, I know. You thinking maybe I should hack the Pentagon or Global Justice after all?”
   “No, there’s no point in risking that ‘til I meet her. We’ll see where it goes from there, ok?”
   “Alright, Kim. In that case, you’ll need to be ready to go pretty much right after school. They’re going to send a car to pick you up there and take you to the airport, where there’ll be a private jet waiting to take you to the US headquarters of CI.”
   “Ok then, thanks for all the help, Wade.”
   “No problem, Kim, it was my pleasure.” Wade answered before closing the connection.
   “So what’s up, KP?” Ron asked once Kim was done talking to Wade, curious as to the nature of the conversation since he was asleep during the earlier one that had led to it.
   Kim quickly ran down everything she had discussed with Wade, along with what he had discovered while Ron was sleeping.
   “Well, finding nothing out of the ordinary beats finding another Jack Hench, that’s for sure.” Ron said. “So, nothing else to do about it ‘til Friday, right?”
   “Yep, pretty much, Ron.” Kim answered.
   “Ok then, we’ve got what? About an hour left before we get home? Good, that leaves me with just enough time to finish all my homework so I can hook up with Felix tonight and go see Elektra.”
   “Ron!” Kim just shook her head as Ron replied “What?” obliviously while digging out his schoolbooks and going to work, intently focused on cramming what should have been six hours of effort into just one with all the skill of a master slacker. Kim sighed and leaned back into the much more comfortable seat this plane had. She had the feeling this week was going to go by verrrrry slowly…
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