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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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“My dad? What about my dad?” Kim demanded before Wade could say anything more, icy tendrils of panic washing over her and coiling around her chest and stomach, making it flip-flop queasily while her heart rose up in her throat.

“He wants you to come down to the Space Center right away Kim, as soon as possible.” Wade answered.

Kim nearly gasped in relief before her fears rallied, giving her pause and causing her to sharply ask; “Why? And why didn’t he just call me himself?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t tell me—he seemed to be totally preoccupied, and he was mad Kim, really mad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your father this angry before. Not… that I’ve really seen your dad angry that many times, but from everything you’ve ever told me combined with my own experience, I think he’s way off the chart Kim.”

“Oh god, what if he—” Kim looked up at Shego, whose eyes widened, before her mind caught up with her panic and she shook her head, realizing that if her father knew about her and Shego he would have hardly called Wade to get a hold of her. He would have either waited for her to come home while sitting in his easy chair, counting the minutes and nursing his anger until she did, or gone out to find her himself.

“Hang on a second Kim…” Wade said, prompting her to look down at the Kimmunicator again. “I’m just getting something here…” Wade looked up at Kim once more, his face concerned as he continued; “Apparently there’s been a major disturbance reported at the Space Center. Several unidentified intruders penetrated the complex and severely compromised security… Local and State police are being called in, even the FBI… there are no reports on what was taken, but whatever it was, it looks major; I’m even getting chatter on the Global Justice grid over it.”

Kim shook her head again, realizing she was wasting time.

“Ok, I’m on my way. I need you to contact Ron and tell him to meet me at the Space Center with my full mission gear as soon as he can. Tell him to use the jetpacks to get from my house to the Center once he has them, and to bring a couple of spare fuel cells for them too. Also, if you can get a hold of my dad or he contacts you again, tell him I’m on my way and that I said to clue you in if he can, ok?”

“All right, will do Kim.” Wade said before breaking the connection and vanishing from the screen.

As Kim stuffed her Kimmunicator back in her purse she looked up at Shego, who raised both hands in a placating gesture, assuming an innocent expression as she said; “Hey, don’t look at me—I’ve been here with you all night. I might be good, but even I couldn’t do anything significant in the eight or nine minutes you were in the bathroom a while ago.”

Kim shook her head in dismissal and stood up while saying; “I’ve got to go Shego, can you give me my helmet please?”

Shego reached down and grabbed Kim’s helmet off the floor, standing up herself instead of handing it to Kim. When the redhead looked at her questioningly, Shego said; “Come on, let’s go already.” before gesturing to the gap between the screens around the table.

Rather than argue, Kim turned and exited the sectioned off area, with Shego quickly catching up and falling in alongside her as she navigated the hall, heading towards the stairs. When they turned the corner and drew near the podium at the top of the stairs, the hostess watched them with a growing anxiety over their haste and the serious airs about them as they approached. She looked like she was going to speak, but Shego cut her off before she could.

“Everything was fine; just put it all on my tab…”

At Shego’s words and dismissive wave the girl gave a relieved bow of her head and stepped back, watching them pass without comment. It was only a few minutes later that Kim and Shego had exited Underworld Dreams, crossed the garden, traversed the underground tunnel, and entered the alley where Kim’s bike was parked.

Kim paused when she reached the bike, paralyzed with indecision as she tried to figure out what to do next, but after a few long, drawn-out moments she sighed and hung her purse off the nearest handlebar, realizing she couldn’t drive the way she was currently dressed.

“Here, lemme help…” Shego offered, setting Kim’s helmet on the bike’s seat as she did.

Kim was in too much of a hurry to object, but despite her sense of urgency and worry, the fact that she was stripping off her skirt in a dark alley with Shego’s help prompted her to comment; “Y’know, this is not what I had in mind for the first time I got undressed with you…”

Shego snorted and responded; “Yeah well, what are ya gonna do?”

I know what I’d like to do. Kim thought as she took her jeans from Shego and started carefully sliding her right leg into them, mindful not to catch the heel of her shoe in the fabric. Kim gave a mental sigh as she added; Of course, odds are it wouldn’t have gone very far before you shut me down, but still, it would have been fun while it lasted.

While Kim kept changing as fast as she could, and despite the other things weighing heavily on her mind, she came to the realization that somehow, without her even noticing it until right this moment with her previous thought, she had lost some of her reluctance about pursuing a relationship with Shego. She still thought it would be as difficult as anything else she’d ever done involving Shego, but at least she wasn’t completely overwhelmed by doubt and reservation now. After tonight’s conversation with her, Kim knew that whatever Shego was, there were reasons for it aside from her just being “Evil.” It wasn’t as simple as that. She’d been too reasoned, too detailed, too considering in her arguments, and even though Kim didn’t agree with a lot of what Shego said, the fact that she could understand where Shego was coming from meant that it wasn’t as simple as black and white, good and evil.

By the time Kim finished changing she’d managed to put those thoughts, and thoughts of what she might eventually do with Shego, out of her head. Grabbing her purse, she was just about to sling it over her shoulder when Shego reached out and stopped her.

“You can’t ride fast with that thing hanging off you. Here, give it to me and I’ll get it back to you later.”

Kim hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Ok, but let me get a few things first.”

Kim transferred her Kimmunicator, phone, and wallet to her jeans’ pockets before giving her purse over to Shego. As Kim picked up her helmet and straddled her bike, sliding the keys home in the ignition while she did, Shego looked at her and quirked a smile, saying; “I’d offer to come with, but I don’t think that would go over too well, would it Princess? I’ll give you a call at noon tomorrow if I haven’t heard from you before then, all right?”

“Ok Shego. And thanks. I had a nice time tonight, all things considered. I just wish it could have ended on a better note than this. See you tomorrow—I hope anyway.”

“Me too. G’night Kimmie.” Shego replied with a warm smile, stepping back as Kim put her helmet on and prepared to start up her bike. Just before she did, Shego raised her hand suddenly and exclaimed; “Oh, wait!” Once she had Kim’s attention Shego continued; “The lane out there is a pedestrian street, but you can get through the pylons on a bike. Take a right and take it slow for a block and you’ll get to an open street. Take it left and it’ll bring you right out of Chinatown, ok?”

“Ok, got it.” Kim replied, kicking over the engine with a snarling roar on the first try.

With a quick wave goodbye, Kim sped up the alley and pulled out onto the lane at a quick but reasonable pace. Following Shego’s directions, Kim reached the much wider, less cramped and crowded streets of Lowerton proper in just a few minutes. Once she did, Kim let out the throttle and shifted through gears as fast as possible, thundering through the night at several times the speed limit.

In a dangerously short amount of time, Kim was slowing down as she took the turn onto the approach road leading to the Middleton Space Center, only to have to slow down even more as she saw a police barricade with four squad cars blocking the road a dozen or so yards out from the front gate to the compound. A few seconds later Kim was forced to a full stop as she waited for the officers manning the barricade to let her through.

Much to Kim’s annoyance and mounting frustration, the police didn’t simply allow her to pass—most likely because of the way she was dressed—rather forcing her to wait while they went up the chain of command until finally, nearly fifteen minutes later, a sergeant who recognized her managed to get his superiors to talk to her father elsewhere on the grounds, who verified that he’d asked her to come. Between that and her reputation, Kim was at last allowed to pass, and it took considerable effort for her to remain courteous with the original officers when they finally let her through, instead of berating them for what was to her, a needless delay, but she managed it, just barely.

A few minutes later Kim parked her bike in the nearly empty parking lot, next to her father’s car, rather than try and negotiate the morass of police vehicles cluttered around the front of the building. As she got off, she was about to hang her helmet on the right handlebar when she paused, reconsidering, then paused again, given that the area was crawling with police, before finally taking it with her—only because it looked like it might rain now.

Making her way through the crowd of law officers, Kim took a moment to grab someone who looked like they were in charge, telling him to spread the word that Ron would be arriving soon via jetpack, just so no trigger-happy guards or police would jump him—or worse—when he did. Then she entered the complex and, after considerable difficulty finding people who could help her along the way, tracked down her father in the back half of the first floor.

Finding her father in deep conversation with the Center’s head of security, along with two men who looked like important police officials, and seeing he was looking considerably annoyed but no worse for wear aside from that, Kim refrained from any sort of interruption, standing patiently in the background until he finished. The moment the group broke up, Kim called out to her father as she headed towards him.

“Dad!”

“Hmmm, what?” James looked around and quickly spotted Kim. At the sight of his daughter, James’ expression lightened considerably, and in a relieved tone he said; “Oh, Kimmie, I’m glad you’re finally here.”

“What’s going on dad? Why do you need me and why did you call Wade instead of me?” Kim asked as she reached her father.

James’ expression darkened again, and in an angry tone that was almost a growl he responded; “There was a break-in here tonight Kim, and I’d bet my bottom dollar that Drew Lipsky was behind it!”

Kim was somewhat taken aback by her father’s uncharacteristic ire. “What did they take dad, and why do you think Dr. Drakken was involved?”

James scowled and shook his head, then sighed, his face relaxing slightly. In a somewhat bitter tone he said; “It’s easier if I just show you Kimmie. Come this way please.”

As Kim followed her father, he told her that the complex had been all but invaded earlier tonight, roughly an hour ago, right after sunset. Under the cover of darkness, unknown assailants had neutralized nearly the entire security force, cut the access lines to the facility, and set up some kind of jamming device to disrupt all telecommunications within half a mile—just enough to cover the entire complex out to the wall surrounding it. It was because of the jamming device that James had had to contact Kim through Wade; repair crews had already fixed the access lines and restored power to the facility, but as of yet, no one had been able to find the jamming device so it could be shut down, so cell phones and the like were still useless right now.

“Once they took control of the Center, they proceeded to their main objective,” James continued grimly, guiding Kim through a door as he dramatically concluded; “This!”

The room her father swept his arm out to indicate had once been a lab, but very little remained to show that. Both the ceiling and floor had huge, ragged-edged, gaping holes in them, and Kim could see that the two floors above had similar holes in them as well, turning the entire area into a shaft exposed to the night sky above. As they approached the holes, Kim saw that the edges were blackened and charred, and the ends of various exposed pipes and wiring appeared to be melted as well, like something had burned through everything instead of cutting it traditionally.

Coming to a stop a few feet from the hole, Kim followed her father’s gaze into the pit, seeing layers of reinforced concrete and shielding that made up nearly three feet of solid material between the room they were in and the basement below. Under that thick hole was a bare room with a linoleum-tiled floor that had several large rectangular and square gaps ripped out of it, each bare patch sporting one or more exposed tufts of severed wiring.

Turning to her father, Kim asked; “Ok, so they took something big, but what was it?”

“Everything! They took everything Kimmie!” James all but shouted. “That room below is the core of the MSC’s central mainframe, and they took it all! Years worth of research project data, design specs, and experimental formulae, all gone! Oh it really burns my britches to think someone is capable of doing something like this! This will set us back months if not years! Some projects might never recover!”

“Everything?” Kim’s brow furrowed. “They took everything?”

“Well, nearly everything.” James replied dismissively, still distracted by his resentment. “There’s most likely information on several minor projects and the most up-to-date sections of larger projects on the individual workstations throughout the building, information that hadn’t been uploaded to the mainframe yet, but for all intents and purposes, yes, they took everything.”

Kim felt a wave of sympathy for her father, but before she could say anything more, they were both distracted from above by a dull roaring sound with a high-pitched whine to it. Looking up, it was only a moment later they saw Ron descending the cut-out shaft, the bright flames of his jetpack lighting the area considerably more so than before. Despite being encumbered by two backpacks strapped to his belt, Ron managed to land with a modicum of skill, though he only just barely managed to avoid falling over into the hole after shutting down his jetpack.

As Kim reached out to grab the front of Ron’s shirt in order to steady him, just in case, she said; “Ron! How did you manage to find us so fast?”

Ron grinned as he stepped away from the pit, giving Kim a quick; “Thanks KP…” before responding to her question. “Well, given that as far as I knew I was flying towards a major emergency, I figured ‘where else would Kim be but that huge, gaping hole cut into the building?’ And I was right; here you are.”

A second later Ron looked over to Kim’s father and in a hesitant, apologetic tone continued; “Ahhh… by the way Mr. Dr. P, on the way in Iiii… kinda knocked off a part from one of the towers on the roof. Hope it wasn’t anything important…”

James glanced at the roughly basketball-sized, sectional, segmented techno-sphere Ron pulled out, noting the cracked frame that had a faint wisp of grey smoke curling up from it and the blinking red light on the top half of the device, before dismissively saying; “That’s all right Ron, I’m sure it’s no—” James cut off suddenly as he looked at the sphere again, this time sharply.

“Let me see that.” James demanded a moment later, holding out his hand, and Ron nervously gave him the sphere.

After examining the device for a minute, James suddenly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, grinning broadly a few seconds later.

“This is the jamming device we’ve been looking for! Great work Ronald!” James congratulated Ron enthusiastically. “I’m going to go inform the police and our head of security.”

“Ahhh… no problem Mr. Dr. P. Heh heh… just doin’ my part.” Ron replied in a confused but relieved tone as James left the room. A moment later Ron took another step back from the pit, and Kim as well, so he could begin to take off his extra gear.

Ron quickly removed his jetpack before starting to unhook the two backpacks from his belt. While he did he asked; “So what’s going on anyway?”

“Big theft Ron. Someone took the Center’s central mainframe.”

“What, like, the whole thing?” Ron questioned incredulously as he set Kim’s jetpack down next to his, going to work on freeing the last pack from his belt afterward.

“Yep.” Kim said, taking her backpack from Ron.

“Wow, no wonder your dad looked like he could spit nails.”

“Ahhh… Ron?” Kim said as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. At Ron’s curious “Yeah?” Kim pointed down and finished; “Pants?”

Looking down to find his cargo pants around his ankles, thanks to having undone his belt by accident while freeing Kim’s gear, Ron griped; “Awww man!”

Ron bent down to pull his pants up over his blue and yellow boxers, and Kim waited until he buckled his belt again before saying; “Ok, first of all, I was at the prom tonight, got it?” At Ron’s look she added; “I went out to dinner and did some work on finding Corscan, ok? Speaking of which, now that the jammer is down…”

Kim got out her Kimmunicator and hit the direct line to Wade. It only took a moment before the boy-genius appeared on screen, and as soon as he did he exclaimed; “Kim! I still haven’t been able to get a hold of your dad! As far as I can tell, there seems to be some kind of jamming field around the Space Center… which… appears… to be down now, given where you’re calling me from.”

Kim ignored Wade’s blush of embarrassment and self-conscious fidgeting over having missed the obvious. “Wade, there was a break-in here, and they stole the central mainframe. Dad said he thinks it was Drakken, but I don’t know why yet. While I go change and talk to my dad some more, I want you and Ron to run some scans on the area to see if you can find any clues, then try and find some satellites that were in the area about an hour ago, when the robbery took place. They had to have a pretty big transport to take the whole mainframe; track it for me, ok?”

“Will do Kim.” Wade answered confidently while Ron said; “You got it KP.”

“One more thing before I forget about it Wade; sometime tomorrow you’ll be getting a complete copy of the Summer Springs data store FedExed to you, all right?”

“Wow, Summer Springs is one of the world’s top data stores, how’d you pull that off Kim?” Wade asked, impressed.

Kim grinned, enigmatically replying; “Oh, I have my ways.” A second later she sobered and asked; “This will help you out, right?”

“Sure thing! With that I should be able to figure out a lot, and there could be any number of clues in the data as well.”

Kim looked up to take in Ron as well as Wade. “Ok then, you two get to work, and I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

Ron nodded, starting to pull out his Kimmunicator so he could run the scans for Wade, while Wade began preliminary work on finding satellites in the area while he waited. A second later Kim cut her connection to Wade and put her Kimmunicator away, leaving the room to find a bathroom to change in.

About fifteen minutes later, Kim had finished changing and once more tracked her father down, finding him as he was returning to the theft site. As she fell in alongside him she asked; “So dad, why do you think Dr. Drakken is behind this?”

“Well, first of all he’s always stealing things from legitimate scientists. Second, being your arch foe and holding a grudge against me as well, who better to suspect? Third, he employs that Shego woman, and nearly our entire security force was incapacitated by surprise attacks, each member neutralized before they could raise the alarm or even know what was happening. And lastly, he’s always flying around in that darn hovercar of his—though Lord only knows how he managed to build it—and although the thieves obviously used some kind of aircraft to abscond with the mainframe, none of the personnel that were left on the grounds heard anything suspicious while it was happening.”

“Well, I have to admit those are all good reasons dad, but until we get some hard evidence, it doesn’t really prove anything.” Kim said as she and her father got back to the lab where the shaft was carved into the building. “Professor Dementor has competent henchmen and hover-technology too, and Señor Senior Senior could probably buy it if he wanted to. Was there anything on the mainframe you think Drakken in particular might be after? Anything he could use for one of his plans?”

“Well, as you know I don’t have much experience with mad science Kimmie, but if I had to guess, there’s all manner of things that could be warped to some twisted end or another. There’s the new multipurpose multi-environmental excursion suit, Dr. Porter and Dr. Renton’s latest design specs on the Venus Mission unmanned surface explorer, my own plans for the Keppler, a new prototype rocket ship that promises to be faster than anything ever built to date, the completed formulae and application specs for the Hephaestus project… heck, even my new experimental J200 rocket fuel could probably be of some use to a madman like Drakken, just for its explosive properties alone.”

“Wow, that’s one long list Mr. Dr. P.” Ron said as he approached the pair. Shifting his attention to Kim, he continued; “We’re done scanning KP. Wade says that it’ll take some time to process all the data; the only thing he can say for sure right now is that the floors and roof were all cut through with some kind of energy field; really hot, but definitely not a laser.”

“A-hah! You see there Kimmie? That proves it was Drakken! His henchwoman has those strange powers that let her burn through things!”

Kim snorted softly and had to fight a smile for a second, imagining how Shego would react to being classified as Drakken’s “henchwoman”—however accurate the term might be. Before she could hazard a response however, Ron said; “Mmmm not that I want to disagree with you there Mr. Dr. P, but Shego tends more to make things explode when it comes to ceilings and floors than melt them. And then there’s the fact that while I’m sure Shego is capable of doing all this damage in theory, the floor is three feet thick, whereas Shego’s arms are not.” As James turned his attention—and riled expression—to Ron, the teen started to babble nervously. “Long that is. Obviously they couldn’t be three feet thick. Well I mean they could, but then we’d have a fifty-foot Shego walking around, and I’m sure someone would have noticed that… footprints at the very least… heh heh heh…”

After a few more moments obliviously making Ron sweat under his grim expression, James finally sighed and relaxed, reluctantly admitting; “Hmmm, you might have a point there Ronald… Well, be that as it may, my gut still tells me that Lipski is behind this.”

“Well, we’ll see dad.” Pausing a moment, Kim considered options. “All right, let’s go see if we can convince the Center’s head of security to send a copy of the security camera footage to Wade so he won’t have to waste time getting it on his own.”

Nodding, James followed Kim as she turned and headed for the door, as did Ron. After a few minutes spent tracking down the Center’s chief of security, they managed to convince him to release the information to them—mostly because of who Kim’s father was. It took another ten minutes for the group to make their way to the main security center, and Kim was just in the process of getting out her Kimmunicator to contact Wade for the transfer when the device chirped at her insistently.

“Kim, I’ve managed to gain access to satellite imagery of the area taken during the robbery.” Wade said in a quick rush as soon as he appeared on screen. “Backtracking to roughly an hour-and-a-half ago, I was able to get lucky and find some images that could be enhanced to reveal what I’m sure was the transport used by the thieves. With the help of some extrapolation programs, broad-area search algorithms, and further enhancement, I’m all but positive I know where they went, though I can’t say for sure if they’re still there now. It’s a warehouse right at the edge of the Lowerton Industrial District, on the highway; I’m sending the GPS coordinates to your Kimmunicator now.”

“That’s great Wade!” Kim intently studied the mini-map that replaced Wade’s image on screen, noting the flashing red dot indicating the location in question.

“There’s no current activity around the warehouse, but unfortunately, there was a fifteen-minute gap between the last image showing them nearing the location and when I started monitoring it in real-time. I can’t find the transport they were using anywhere within a two-hundred-and-fifty mile radius of the area, so I assume it’s still there, but they might have changed vehicles during the blackout window. That’s the best I can do for now Kim; it’ll take me at least another half-hour before I can access and process other sources of satellite imagery to fill in the gap.”

Kim shook her head. “No, we have a location and we can’t afford to wait that long on confirmation. We’ll head to the warehouse now under the assumption that they’re still there. If not, at least we’ll know for sure, and we’ll probably find more clues as well.”

“All right Kim.” Wade acknowledged, then added; “Oh, wait; there’s also a Global Justice hover jet inbound to the Center, ETA ten minutes. Do you want to wait and get them to pick you up?”

“No, Ron brought our jetpacks for us; we can get to the warehouse faster if we go on our own right now. Tell them what’s going on and have them back us up, ok Wade?”

“Will do Kim.” Wade replied, and Kim muttered under her breath; “God I hope not…” In a louder voice she continued; “One more thing; we’re going to send you all the Center’s security footage for tonight so you can go over it for clues.”

“Got it.”

Handing Ron her Kimmunicator, Kim finished; “Ron, you stay here and finish the transfer while I go change the fuel cell on your jetpack. As soon as you’re done here come find me and we’ll leave right away.”

“You got it KP.”

As soon as she was done with Ron, Kim left the security room and headed back to the lab where the robbery had taken place. Once there she carefully changed the fuel cell in Ron’s jetpack, resisting the urge to rush the process and making sure everything was done properly. By the time she finished and then strapped herself into the harness of her own jetpack, Ron and her father returned to the room as well.

“The transfer went fine Kim.” Ron rushed over and handed Kim her Kimmunicator before starting to put on his jetpack. “Wade said he’d start scanning the footage right away while his other programs kept working on the other stuff.”

“That’s good Ron.” Turning to her father, Kim continued; “Don’t worry dad; we’ll get the Center’s mainframe back if it’s there to be got, you can count on us.”

“Thanks Kimmie-cub, I really appreciate your help. But don’t you and Ron forget to be careful now, you hear me?”

“Will do Mr. Dr. P.” Ron said while Kim smiled and responded; “Of course; I’m always careful dad. This is what I do after all.”

“Ok KP, I’m ready ta’ fly!” Ron said with a grin as he buckled the final strap of his jetpack securely.

“Gotta jet dad; I’ll call you as soon as we have any news. Bye!” Kim said before firing up her jetpack and rocketing up the shaft cut into the building, shooting out into the night sky and disappearing from her father’s line of sight. A moment later her farewell was echoed by Ron’s “See ya’ later Mr. Dr. P.” and he shot up the shaft as well, quickly joining Kim as the two teens raced across the sky, heading to the southwest.

Shego sighed as she turned from shutting the heavy door to the underground safe house lair and took in the single, dim, dismal looking Spartan room before her. The place really was a dank pit now that she didn’t have anything to distract her from it.

Walking down into the central area, Shego quickly crossed to the raised platform she was living on, taking off her jacket as she went. As soon as she got to the top of the stairs, she headed straight for the locker bank and put her jacket and purse away before taking her shoes off with a sigh of relief. Unlike the boots of her working uniform, the new shoes weren’t nearly as comfortably fitted, and until they were broken in they were going to be murder on her feet.

After she’d set her shoes in the locker, Shego took off her jade bracelets, clip-on earrings, and unbound her hair, placing all the accessories on the locker shelf and closing the door afterwards. Stretching like a limber cat, Shego grabbed a hairbrush out of the locker she was using for toiletries and wandered around idly, spending several minutes combing out her lustrous mane until it practically shone.

Flopping down on the rickety cot with a deep “gronk” of protest from the frame, Shego sighed again and spent a moment setting her brush on the nightstand before rolling over, staring up at the rough stone ceiling vacantly. With nothing else to do, nothing else to occupy her mind with, her thoughts inexorably shifted to her evening with Kim.

Shego smiled for a moment, reveling in the warm little feeling of enjoyment inside her, before her face fell and she groaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head back and forth. “ ‘You look good?’ She looked great stupid… so why didn’t you tell her that? And calling her a brat? What the hell were you thinking? Lecturing her, berating her, challenging her, insulting her… yeah, that’s reeeeally going to get her to like you. Real smart. You just don’t know when to zip it, do you you stupid bitch?”

Shego wallowed in retroactive self-doubt and mental flogging of herself over her actions earlier in the evening for several long, agonizing minutes before eventually, with all her critical thinking over how the night had gone, she began to realize that despite all that, everything had gone remarkably well all in all—at least for two people that fighting each other had comprised nearly the whole of their relationship for the last two years anyway.

The more she thought about it, the more Shego regained her previous upbeat attitude. She’d spent an evening with Kim Possible and neither one of them had exactly held back—though admittedly there’d been a few times Kim had been more… self-conscious than Shego would have expected—and it hadn’t ended in violence or even harsh words—even with the crazy, totally unexpected mess of an ethical socio-political whatever-the-hell-it-was debate they’d gotten into at the end of it.

Shego giggled like a schoolgirl, a bemused smile curling her lips. It was a debate, not an argument, wasn’t it? Kimmie’s actually pretty smart, who’d’a thunk it?

Shego had always known that Kim was determined if not downright stubborn, strong, skilled, tough, athletic, resourceful, and even cunning—at least when it came to thinking on her feet in the middle of a chaotic situation—but until tonight, Shego had honestly considered Kim to be a little on the simple side. It was actually one of the things about Kim that had annoyed her so much; she didn’t like losing to someone she was considerably smarter than just because they were lucky enough to make up for it in the physical ability and skill departments. After tonight, Shego was forced to revise her opinion of Kim’s mental faculties considerably. The girl had a long way to go, but Shego could tell that she wasn’t nearly so much smarter than her than she’d thought. Strangely enough, instead of coming as a blow to her ego, that knowledge was oddly comforting, both because of what it meant about the past and what it meant for the future.

Shego rolled over and sat up on the edge of the cot. A moment later she got to her feet, pacing around the living area, filled with nervous energy. She couldn’t believe that she’d been able to spend a night with Kim without ending up fighting with her somehow, let alone civilly. Obviously it hadn’t been a serious test of their compatibility, but it ended up being more of one than Shego had expected, and because of that, for the first time since the whole crazy situation had begun, Shego had something other than fanciful wishes to make her think this might actually have a chance of working for them. Now she was just so… excited, she thought she was going to explode. She wanted to do something, or say something, or… something, to let it all out. After pacing around for a few more minutes, all but bouncing off the walls, Shego froze as she finally realized what it was; for the first time in a long time… she wanted to talk to someone.

Talk to someone… Shego pondered the question, honestly perplexed. It wasn’t like she’d ever had very many friends, and the number certainly hadn’t grown since she’d started her life of crime. She sure as hell couldn’t talk to Drakken about this, for so many different reasons it almost made her head spin. Was there anyone else?

“Ooh! I can call Orchid!” Shego’s excited exclamation echoed slightly in the big room, and she actually took three steps over to her computer before she came up short, shaking her head sharply as she snapped out of her impetuous intent.

“What the hell am I thinking? I can’t talk to Orchid about this!” Shego muttered vehemently, surprised that she’d even considered it, let alone almost went through with it.

Realizing this went beyond what she thought it had, Shego started considering… other, options, however briefly. Hego was right out; there was no way she was going to wade through one of his endless lectures on duty and heroism just to get another lecture about propriety and proper comportment for a hero once he slowed down enough she could get a word in edgewise and tell him the news. Mego was a no-go as well, if only because there was no way she could get him to focus on something other than himself unless he was there in the flesh for her to… persuade. The Wegos… Shego knew they would probably be perfect to talk to, except for the fact that it would be both unbelievably creepy and incredibly uncomfortable for her to talk to her fourteen-year-old brothers about her new lesbian crush—despite the fact that she’d always considered Hego too overprotective about exposing them to “adult” matters, years of listening to him yammer on about it had had some effect on her as well.

Of course… there was one other option. The one she hadn’t considered yet because of what that would mean. If she talked to him about it… well, that meant this was serious. Real. Really real. Shego wouldn’t be able to deny that any longer, to pretend it wasn’t meaningful, that it was like all her other casual indulgences over the last few years. She’d have to accept that it was more… or at the very least, that it had the potential to be more. A potential that brought back feelings she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Nervousness. Anxiety. Doubt. Feelings Shego had always hated in herself. Weakness.

In the end, strangely enough, it was those hovering, faceless shadows of apprehension lurking on the edges of Shego’s mind that convinced her to do it. She might on occasion practice self-deception, denial, and the like, but for the most part, Shego usually fought the weaknesses she perceived in herself. This was no different. She stubbornly refused to let her uncertainties have that much influence over her; she chose to confront them directly for no other reason than to spite them.

Shego turned and stepped over to the locker bank, getting her cell phone from her purse. Flipping it open, she was just about to dial when she paused, looking at the time display. She might not be willing to let her insecurities stop her, but consideration of the facts of reality was another matter entirely. With the time difference it was almost one in the morning where he was.

After a moment to consider, Shego grunted in dismissal and hit connect. It wasn’t like he kept regular hours anyway, and if he didn’t pick up she was sure to get his voicemail or a messenger service instead. Which, as it turned out, was exactly what happened after only one ring. In the time it took for the system to ask for a message, Shego decided that since she was going to be in the area, she might as well try and talk to him in the flesh.

“Hey old man, I’m going to be in town tomorrow morning visiting mom. Around ten. If I see ya’ I see ya’…”

The message was brief and blunt, but Shego knew anything more would be pointless—and potentially complicating as well, given the number of people that might be listening in to his calls and who they were.

Closing her phone and setting it on the desk, Shego spent the next few minutes changing into some workout clothes. She had a lot on her plate for tomorrow now—assuming Kim didn’t cancel on their plans because of whatever was happening with her father—and Shego knew she’d have to burn off some of her nervous energy if she wanted to stand any chance of getting to sleep early. That meant a nice long high-intensity workout, followed by a hot shower, and then a little fun time with her imagination and good friend “Mr. Buzzy.”

Kim carefully slipped into her room, silent as a whisper on her bare feet, closing the door with a soft, barely audible click. The creeping was justified by the lateness of the hour; it was nearly one-thirty in the morning, and Kim knew her father was going to have a monstrously complicated day today, on top of which, her mother had an early shift at the hospital, and one or the other of them would be dealing with dropping the twins off at their friend’s house for the day as well.

Kim sighed as she thought of her father, leaning her forehead against the door as she did. She felt bad about coming up with nothing more than a dead-end for him, but the only thing that had been in the warehouse was a gigantic hole in the middle of the floor, filled in with rocks and dirt. Between the hole and some tread-tracks ripped into the earth and concrete, Wade had been able to determine that the hovercraft used in the robbery had been loaded onto some kind of tunneling vehicle, and unless it passed through any areas with seismic sensors, there was no way to track it—the thieves had gotten away clean.

The fact that Kim was now nearly certain her father was right about Drakken being behind the theft didn’t help either. Wade’s analysis of the security footage had revealed a handful of clues; quick views of a hand or foot wrapped in black cloth, a blurred glimpse of a shuriken in the freeze-frame just before a camera went out, and the edge of a cloud of grey smoke that was mostly off screen. His analysis of the burned edges of the holes cut into the building indicated that a focused, contained plasma field roughly three feet long and about an inch thick had been used. And last but not least, two of the guards had caught a glimpse of a huge, fat figure dressed all in black as they were being attacked. That all pointed to the ninjas Drakken had used months ago while trying to kidnap Hiro Nakasumi in Japan.

Kim sighed again, this time quick and harsh in her frustration, and pushed herself off the door, cautiously moving through the nearly pitch-black room toward her desk.

To date, Drakken—or his people—had gotten away from her three times now, interrupted her evening with Shego, seriously inhibited if not outright ruined her father’s work, gotten her soaked to the bone in the rainstorm that had hit an hour ago, and, of course, was still out there somewhere, plotting who-knows-what from who-knows-where. When Kim finally got her hands on the mad genius, she was going to give serious consideration to “accidentally” breaking both his legs as an object lesson.

Turning on her desk lamp, Kim turned, about to go over to her closet so she could change out of her damp clothes, and then came up short as she saw her purse sitting in the middle of her bed. Stepping over to it quickly, Kim glanced at her window for a second before reaching down to pluck the pink post-it note she saw on the side of it. As she read the flowing cursive script on the note, Kim forgot all about her ireful thoughts of Drakken.

One of the best thieves in the world Cupcake…

Grinning, Kim looked around her room, finding everything exactly where she’d left it, even her notepad and pens. Shego really was good.

Crumpling up the note, Kim tossed it across the room in a high arc to land in the garbage can, then, in a much better mood, returned to her first intention; going over to her closet and stripping off her wet mission gear.

Once she’d gotten into a warm bathrobe, Kim sat on her bed and took all of her equipment out of the various pouches on her belt, carefully checking each device to make sure none of them had gotten wet before putting each piece away again. After that she gathered up her mission clothes and set them aside to be cleaned tomorrow, since they were too damp to put in her hamper.

Going over to her bed, Kim put her Kimmunicator on her nightstand and was about to do the same with her cell phone when she noticed a thin sheen of water on it. Taking the edge of one of her bed sheets, Kim wiped her phone off, and in the process noticed that over the last two hours Monique had called her seven times—the last one unbelievably just sixteen minutes ago.

Checking her voicemail, Kim got an earful of what was essentially the same message over and over again; call me no matter when you get back unless it’s close to sunrise, I’ll be up all night, and I want to know what happened. Somehow Kim didn’t think Monique was talking about what happened at the Space Center.

With a smile and shake of her head, Kim hit connect while murmuring; “You asked for it…”

Monique picked up on the third ring. “Hey girlfriend, long night was it?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Kim responded dryly, lying back on her bed and getting comfortable as she did.

“So what’s the four-one-one? Did you catch the bad guys?”

Kim sighed in disgust. “No, they got away. And what’s worse, we’re pretty sure they were Drakken’s guys.”

“Damn girl, that blue freak’s been riling your ass for a while now. Lemmi guess; still no word on where he’s at?”

“Not a one… so, did you really leave me all those messages and stay up so late just to find out what was going on with my dad?”

“Hell no girlfriend; I wanna hear about your dinner with Sheeeego!”

Kim snorted. “It went pretty good Mo. She took me to a really nice place and we actually had a pretty good time all things considered.”

“All things considered?” In her mind’s eye, Kim clearly envisioned Monique’s raised eyebrow, thanks to the girl’s dry, questioning tone. “Girl, that don’t sound ‘pretty good’ to me. Unless of course… there’s somethin’ you ain’t tellin’ me?”

Kim couldn’t help it; the words just burst forth like a wellspring. “She was soooooooo pretty Monique! And smart! We talked for hours, and you were right; she might not be close to good, but there’s more to her than just bitchy evil wrapped up in a sexy package. It was just soooooo amazing; we were actually able to get along!” Kim squealed with delight at the end, deliriously happy that her prospects with Shego weren’t quite as crazy as she feared they’d be.

There was a brief pause, and then Monique finally responded in a sing-song voice; “Heh heh… you wanna hoooold her, you wanna kiiiiss her, you wanna feeeeel her, you wanna liiiic—”

“Mo!” Kim froze for a second after her annoyed shout, cringing at the thought she might have woken her parents. In a softer but equally firm tone she continued; “Quit it!”

“What’s wrong Kim? You don’t wanna liiic—”

“Monique!” At least this time it wasn’t a shout. A second later it finally sunk in to Kim that since the start of the conversation, Monique had been acting somewhat more… scatterbrained than usual. In a hesitant tone Kim carefully asked; “Monique, are you drunk?”

“Maaaaybe…” Came Monique’s teasing response.

“Monique.” Kim’s stern, questioning tone turned Monique’s name into a clear demand for an answer.

“All right, all right, yes, I am; but only just a little.” Monique’s final words came out in a defensive rush.

“Monique, you shouldn’t be—” before Kim could finish, Monique cut her off.

“Now you hold it right there sista! Don’t you be tellin’ me what I think you’re about to be tellin’ me! I know for a damn fact that you’re drinking now little Miss Kimberly Ann Possible, so you don’t have a leg to stand on. Hell you probably had a bottle of wine tonight with your new girlfriend, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the same thing Monique. I only drink a little wine with my meals and I don’t even really like it that much. I just do it because half the places I go to don’t have anything else but water, and I’ve only gotten drunk once in my life, on purpose, just to see what it was like, and I liked that even less.”

“Well maaaaybe if you’d’ve only gotten a little drunk instead of getting totally hammered like I’m sure you did you might have enjoyed it more.” Monique countered with surprising insight and logic.

Kim sighed, realizing there was no way she was going to get through to Monique right now, and decided to just go with the flow—she really didn’t feel like getting into an argument right now anyway. There’d be plenty of time to berate Monique tomorrow morning, when her friend could properly… appreciate it—through her hangover that was.

“All right fine. So how’d you pull it off anyway?”

“Well, I didn’t start off planning it, but some guys spiked the punch and before I knew it I was on my way. Just decided to go with it since my night was a bust with no date, no you, and no Ron to keep me company. From there I got a couple of big-ass wine coolers when those guys needed to ditch them because a chaperone spotted them with them, so I went home in a cab and I’ve been watching bad movies on TV and waiting for you to get back while sipping silly-juice.” Monique giggled.

“Oh-kay.” Kim shook her head. Yet again she had to purposefully refrain from saying anything further.

Kim spent the next half-hour or so talking to Monique about her evening with Shego as well as asking her about how the prom went, before thankfully, her friend finally began to run out of steam and said goodnight, allowing Kim to go to sleep without having to ask Monique to let her go.

The next morning Kim awoke bright and early an hour after dawn. Despite the early hour, by the time she was done getting showered, dressed, and had carried her dirty clothes down to the laundry room, her parents were coming into the kitchen nearly on her heels. By the time Kim got the wash started and returned to the kitchen, they had started breakfast and her father was sitting down to his morning paper and coffee while her mother watched the food cooking on the stove.

“Morning.” Kim said as she headed for the cabinet with the cereal in it.

“Morning Kimmie.” Ann replied while James looked up from his paper and said; “Good morning Kimmie, you’re up early. Were you able to find out anything more last night?”

Kim sighed at her father’s eager tone and told him everything, including the fact that unless something else happened, the odds of them recovering the Center’s mainframe any time soon were slim to none.

“Darn that Drew Lipski!” James growled. A moment later he relaxed with a sigh. “Oh well, we’ll just have to deal with it I guess. Thank you for all your help Kimmie-cub, I’m sure you tried your best.”

“Don’t worry dad, as soon as we get a solid lead I promise you we’ll take down Drakken and get your stuff back.” James smiled appreciatively at his daughter’s reassurances, as did Anne, and Kim hesitated, unsure whether or not she wanted to risk bringing them down again, but in the end, she needed to know. “Dad?”

“Yes Kimmie?”

“Ummm… do you think this is going to keep us from visiting Nana?”

James and Ann exchanged a concerned look, and then James shook his head.

“I can’t say for sure Kimmie, but I doubt it. The projects I was directly involved with are all either fully complete, and thus on our backups at the storage facility, or just getting started, so we didn’t really lose that much. On top of which, there’s no way the Center will be able to replace the mainframe in under a week or two, especially with the holiday coming up, so I really don’t see how this is going to do anything more than make my life very complicated at work for the next two days.”

“Ok, thanks dad. I’ll let Ron know when I meet him for lunch.” Kim opened the cupboard and grabbed the nearest box of cereal before she turned and added; “Oh, and I’m going to be out of town on business this afternoon, but I’m nearly certain I’ll be back in time for supper unless something unexpected comes up.”

“All right Kimmie.” James replied absently, his attention once more mostly focused on the newspaper.

Kim ate breakfast with her family and then went upstairs to change into some casual clothes, getting out her backpack and filling it with her workout gear afterward. It was time to get some use out of her gym membership again, since she was off her training by four days now. Heading downstairs again, Kim said goodbye to her family—even the twins surprisingly; apparently she was in a better mood than she’d thought—and headed out.

Getting to the gym around the time it opened its doors, Kim had the place more-or-less to herself for the first half-hour or so, so she used the time to go through her acrobatic routines and slow and fast katas on the open area mats after stretching out thoroughly. Despite her hopes, the process took so long that by the time she was done, Kim had collected a mid-sized crowd of awed admirers that had wandered in while she was going through her forms. The crowd even went so far as to applaud when she was finished.

Ignoring the onlookers, save for a courteous smile and a nod here and there, Kim hit the weights, followed by step aerobics, followed by more weights, followed by a Tai Bo style class, followed by more weights—all thanks to the fact that in the gym environment, Kim couldn’t follow the normal routine she would have in a private setup like Corscan’s.

After she’d finished, Kim moved over to the boxing area and spent about a half-hour working on the various training bags set up around the ring. Once she was done, Kim looked around, an inkling of an idea in her head, and spotted a likely trio of fairly skilled-looking young men training together.

Walking over to the group, Kim waited for them to notice her before asking; “Excuse me, I don’t suppose you guys could help me out with something, could you?”

“Depends on what that is little girl…” The best looking one replied with a suggestive smile.

“Down boy, it ain’t that.” Kim said with a wry grin and arched eyebrow. “You boys look pretty good, and I need some help with my training.”

“No offense, but I’d break you in half even if it was just light sparring.” The big black boxer’s voice rumbled like thunder, and when he stepped out from behind the heavy bag to join his two friends Kim saw his build could best be described as mountainous.

Kim’s smile broadened. “Well I’ll tell you what, if any of you boys can manage to tag me with a clean hit, lunch is on me; sixty bucks says so.”

“Sixty bones just for one clean hit?” the last of the trio asked skeptically.

“Yep.”

“I don’t know…” the big one rumbled.

“You gonna be usin’ any of those high-kicks or other fancy karate stuff like you were on the bags?” the skeptic asked intently, his keen interest obvious.

“Nope, not even going to be fighting back—I’ll be too busy keeping from getting hit…”

“Why‘s that?” skeptic asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing slightly at Kim’s apparent flip-flop in confidence.

“Don’t wanna lose sixty bucks? And I can’t be sure I won’t get hit if I fight back against all of you while I’m doing this?”

“Whoa, wait a minute…” the mountain rumbled, “you’re not sayin’ you want to take us all on at once are you? There’s no way I’m down with that.”

“Well, it’s all of you or none boys, sorry. I’ll let you talk it over, but don’t take too long; I’ve got places I need to be.” Kim left them with a smile, going over to stand by the ring in order to give them some privacy.

Kim watched the trio argue amongst themselves for a few minutes, skeptic obviously convincing handsome quickly before they both hit the stumbling block that was mountain’s adamant reluctance. After a few more minutes arguing though, the big man’s friends wore him down, and the group came over to Kim.

“Ok, we’re game, but we wanna go over the ground rules just to make sure we got everything straight.” skeptic shot at Kim when they arrived.

“Real simple; three rounds, five minutes each, whoever gets me first with a clean hit wins. Clean hit meaning a solid body or head shot; arms, shoulders, and legs don’t count, and a glancing little clip won’t either.”

Skeptic looked at his friends, who nodded (mountain reluctantly), and turned back to Kim. “Ok, you’ve got a deal girlie.”

“Let’s do it then.” Kim smiled.

Kim and the trio climbed into the ring, with skeptic calling over someone he knew to keep time for them. After a few minutes getting into their gear and getting ready, the contest began. By the end of the fist round, Kim knew she had nothing to worry about so long as she really paid attention; they didn’t stand a chance unless luck entered the picture. Only handsome had fast enough hands to give him a remote possibility of getting through her defenses, and as long as she made sure the other two didn’t distract her long enough to lose track of him that wasn’t going to happen.

Halfway through the second round, Kim realized that the situation she had engineered for herself wasn’t just an opportunity for her to train her fighting skills. Thanks to comments from the gathering crowd and their ongoing frustration, the trio was becoming more hostile and aggressive—even mountain was starting to swing at her with serious intent now. Kim could tell that if it kept going like this, all three of the fighters would be resentful if not downright incensed over the results.

With that knowledge in mind, Kim began to call upon her lessons in leadership, motivation, and social interaction. First she set out to project the proper attitude solely with her presence—confidence and competence without challenge or confrontation. The fact that she was so much better than any of them was just that, a simple fact and nothing more, nothing to take offence at. Once she thought she’d established her attitude properly, Kim began employing various verbal tools and speaking techniques designed to encourage the trio and support their efforts and self-esteem while still acknowledging the truth of her being the superior combatant.

It was rough going at first, and the strain on her concentration almost caused her to lose the physical confrontation several times, but it paid off in the end, because when the final time was called, Kim had reversed the animosity in mountain completely, bringing him around to a friendly disposition, managed to shift handsome to a somewhat grudging respect that was more amiable than not, and broke even with skeptic, as opposed to seeing him flame out in an uncontrolled rage like Kim was sure he would have otherwise.

“Well, it was fun guys, but I’ve gotta go. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” Kim smiled to the trio as she finished cooling down and toweling off, ready to hit the showers now.

Skeptic grunted noncommittally, handsome smiled back and nodded, replying; “Sure thing.” while mountain grinned broadly and rumbled; “Any time, any place Kim. You’re one bad-assed mama-jamma for such a little girlie.”

Kim grinned back. “Thanks Tiny, and good luck with your match next week. Don’t forget to keep your guard up on your left, ok?”

“Will do Kim.” Tiny’s affable reply followed Kim like rolling thunder as she headed for the change rooms.

Well, that went… well. Kim grinned as she entered the change rooms. She might not have done as well as she’d hoped, but the techniques had worked, and more importantly, she’d averted what might have been an ugly situation otherwise.

A few minutes later, Kim realized that although she might have avoided trouble out in the ring with her nascent leadership skills, they would be of little use to her regarding the latest problem she was encountering. (Actually, they probably could help her out here too, but Kim refused to consider that option.)

As Kim was showering, she couldn’t help but take note of several other considerably good-looking women that were showering as well, and despite the dull ache radiating from her cracked rib and a slightly worn-out feeling, both due to all her earlier exertion, her interest—among other things—was considerably aroused.

Despite the distraction, Kim was able to keep her mind mostly on business—though she acknowledged that without Corscan around, and with Shego’s particular… difficulties, she was going to have to remember to “take care of herself” preemptively as opposed to letting things build up; this was just too frustrating to let it happen again.

After she finished changing, Kim fled the change rooms and went to her bike. Checking her watch she saw that she was still on schedule, so she proceeded to call Monique. After failing to get an answer from either Monique’s cell or home phone, Kim gave up and got on her bike, heading to Bueno Nacho in order to meet Ron for lunch. When she got there, Kim smiled as she saw that his scooter was already in the parking lot.

Entering the restaurant, Kim was greeted by a hearty “Heyyyy, Kim!” from Ron and an enthusiastic “Hi hi!” from Rufus.

“Hey guys, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Kim said as she passed the booth the pair was sitting in on her way to order.

A few minutes later Kim came back to the pair carrying a tray loaded down with grande-sized goodness and slid onto the seat across from them.

“So where’ve you been all morning KP?” Ron asked while Rufus eyed his plate of nachos slyly.

“The gym. Just like I told you yesterday.” Kim said dryly, removing the paper from a Mexi-mushroom wrap and taking a bite out of it. “I did ask if you wanted to come with me…”

“Heh heh… oh noooo, I don’t think so. Me and physical exertion are not the best of friends Kim; I tend to try and avoid visiting him whenever possible—well, missions notwithstanding anyway.”

Kim grinned, and over the next forty minutes or so the two friends talked about a broad range of topics from finding Corscan to the prom to Drakken to general events. It was only when she was getting ready to leave that Kim finally remembered what she’d talked to her father about earlier this morning.

“Oh, by the way Ron, my dad is pretty sure we’ll still be going down to visit Nana, so make sure you’re ready to go tomorrow afternoon, ok?”

“Hmmm, wha? Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Ahhh… robbery last night? All of dad’s work stolen by Drakken? Ring a bell?”

“Oh yeah, riiiight.” Rufus slapped his right paw to his forehead and dragged it down his face in disgust over Ron’s late-coming insight.

“Fortunately everything dad was working on was complete or just getting started, so this won’t really set him back much, so he can still take his vacation as planned.” Kim stood up, grabbing her tray and heading for the garbage can.

“Well that’s good then. Sunny Florida here we come!” Ron stood up with an enthusiastic grin, heading for the trash alongside Kim, while on his shoulder Rufus nodded and chattered “Un-hunh, un-hunh… sun!” with a toothy grin.

Just as she dumped her trash and set the tray on top of the can, Kim heard the distinctive call of “Bad to the Bone” coming from her cell phone, and she quickly pulled it out and answered it.

“Hey Princess, are we still on for today?”

“Yeah.”

“All right then, meet me at the airport in an hour or so. Use the same gate I took you through before, ok? I’ll tell the guards to expect you. Once you’re inside head for the far south section and look for hangar three-oh-six A, got it?”

“Ok, got it. I’ll see you soon.” After she hung up the phone, Kim turned to Ron and said; “Ok, I’ve gotta go Ron. You have fun on your date tonight and call me when you get back, ok? I wanna hear everything that happened.”

“Awww man, I was hoping we could hang out some more KP. Where you going?”

“Gotta run down some more leads on Corscan.” Kim absently replied as she headed for the door.

“Well I can help out there, no problem.” Ron offered while Rufus nodded in agreement.

“Ooooh no!” Kim said firmly. “I have no idea if I’ll be getting back when I’m supposed to or not, and you have your first real date with Zita tonight; I’m not going to let you bail on her just to keep me company while I talk to a few people.” Which was equally the truth aside from Kim not wanting to explain Shego to Ron yet.

“Oh, yeah… showing up late or not at all would probably be bad, wouldn’t it?” Ron said self-consciously as Kim climbed onto her motorcycle.

“Yeah, you could say that Ron.” Kim smiled as she put her helmet on. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time together next week. And don’t forget to call me tonight!”

“You got it KP!” Ron shouted over the roar of Kim’s engine as she kicked it over.

Kim rolled out of the parking lot and gave Ron a quick wave before taking off, quickly disappearing into traffic and heading for home so she could change into her mission gear before meeting Shego at the airport.
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