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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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Note: Dialogue in foreign languages will be shown thusly- [xxxxx]
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   Ron’s echoing whoop of delight and the deep, almost musical hum of the hover-bike’s propulsors went unheard by Kim as all the uneasiness and tension she previously had slammed back into her at Corscan’s words. At the same time, the little itch she’d had in the back of her mind since meeting the woman finally blossomed into full-blown insight.
   It was the way the big woman moved; exceptionally relaxed to the point that her movements seemed almost lazy, yet incongruously fluid and flowing for her heavy build. It was so obvious now that Kim was mentally kicking herself for not seeing it earlier; Corscan moved like Shego moved, like Kim herself moved… only… even more so, Kim realized with a slight thread of trepidation. And the only way you could develop that way of moving was through extensive martial arts training across multiple style types, or through Olympic-level athletic training in a multitude of disciplines—or a little less of both combined, as the case might be.
   Somehow Kim doubted the woman spent every waking moment training for multiple Olympic events—or had the time to, for that matter—so that left only fighting styles as the source.
   Tensing, Kim said; “Excuse me?”
   “Oh relax Kim,” Corscan responded. “It’s not like I’m going to jump you right here or anythin’, an’ if I was some psycho-stalker who wanted to force some kind of Bloodsport confrontation with you, don’t you think I would have by now? But, I really do want to fight you very, very much.”
   “And why exactly is that?” Kim asked, only relaxing a hair despite Corscan’s reassurances.
   “Because despite your age, you’re one of the best fighters in the world. Because I think I can beat you, an’ I want to find out if I’m right or not. Because I won’t have to worry about you tryin’ to kill me afterwards if I win—or durin’ if I start to win, as the case may be—unlike the playmates you have that fight as well as you do. Because I think I’ve figured out a way to make you give me your all without needin’ to actually do anythin’ that would get me thrown in jail or put on any international wanted lists afterwards. An’ most of all, because it’ll be fun as hell whether I win or not…” Corscan finished with a broad smile that revealed her straight white teeth to Kim for the first time.
   The request had seemed strange and threatening to Kim at first, but the reasons… they weren’t something most people could understand, but Kim wasn’t most people. That need to know, that urge to take on a challenge just to see if you could do it; it was part of the reason why Kim did what she did. If she was completely honest with herself, it was really one of the biggest reasons she did what she did. She believed in doing the right thing, in helping people just because you could, but so did a lot of other people, and they didn’t go out and put themselves in harm’s way. But Kim did. Because she could… and because she needed to know she could. Most people wouldn’t consider overcoming life-and-death struggles as something to be done for enjoyment, but that was just the way Kim was wired; she was the explorer, the mountain climber, the test pilot, always pushing the edge just because it was there and she needed to know she could overcome it—and if she could do some real good along the way then so much the better.
   “Oh really?” Kim said, still not relaxing, but a bit less anxious than she had been a moment earlier. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”
   “Stakes.” Corscan licked her lips in anticipation. “I’m in the unique position to provide you an’ Ron with somethin’ that would help you out considerably; independent support.”
   “What do you mean?” Kim asked.
   “You win, an’ I’ll give you full access to any kind of land, air, or sea vehicles you need, along with supplyin’ you with any personal gear you need to traverse whatever terrain you encounter. Transportation to anywhere in the world, always ready an’ prepared for whenever you need it, anytime day or night, with no strings attached, for as long as you want it. No more need to rely on the kindness ‘a strangers or hope that your friends’ll have what you need when you need it, an’ no obligations to any of the organizations that could give you the same thing I can. You’d still have your full independence.”
   Kim’s eyes widened slightly as Corscan gave her pitch, and her stance relaxed even more—not out of relief, but rather disbelief. One of the reasons she had so strongly considered joining Global Justice was the very same thing Corscan was offering her now. To be able to get around the world without imposing on the people she helped—or potentially putting them in dangerous situations as well—and to have the options available whenever she needed them would be wonderful. But, joining Global Justice would have also meant giving up her autonomy and accepting having a command structure over her; rules and regulations governing her conduct and people telling her what to do and how to do it. As of yet, Kim hadn’t been willing to pay that price, no mater how good the benefits would be. But now…
   “You could really do that?” Kim inquired almost breathlessly.
   “Could an’ would… if you win.” Corscan responded.
   “Well, I certainly can’t say I’m not interested now,” Kim said, before her eyes narrowed slightly and she added; “but I notice you haven’t mentioned what exactly it is you’re supposed to get if I lose.”
   “That’s for me to know an’ you to try your best to avoid findin’ out Kim.” Corscan said with a wicked smile and an amused gleam in her eyes. “After all, in a real life-an’-death battle, you always know what you’re fightin’ for, but you can never be quite sure of what you might lose, now can you? An’ I want you fightin’ me as close as you can possibly get to as hard as you would if lives were on the line.”
   “Heh. Well, there’s no way I’d even consider agreeing to this if you don’t tell me what I’m going to have to do if I lose.” Kim answered. Despite the strange turn of events, Kim couldn’t help but respond to how Corscan obviously wanted this to happen in such a way that Kim would be coming at her with everything she had. It was actually kind of flattering in a weird sort of way.
   “But you are interested now, aren’t you? An’ not just because of what you might win anymore.” Corscan… purred.
   Kim blushed a little but met Corscan’s gaze squarely and answered; “Maybe. But I still won’t agree to this without more.”
   “Alright, alright, I suppose I could be persuaded to give you a little peace of mind. Not enough to lose your edge, but a little. How ‘bout we establish some… guidelines? Over what you could live with if you lose.”
   “Guidelines? Like what?” Kim asked curiously.
   “Well, let’s see. How ‘bout we say if you lose, you have to do somethin’ for me. That way you know it won’t involve anyone but you, an’ it won’t cost you anythin’ material. It has to be somethin’ that you should be able to do in about a day, an’ although it might be somethin’ utterly humiliatin’, embarrassin’, or degradin’, it can’t be anythin’ guaranteed to injure you or sure to get you killed—although it might be somethin’ that anybody normal would consider a death sentence.” Corscan said, smiling with the offhand compliment at the end.
   “Heh, kinda like the servant auctions we have at Middleton High every year to raise money for after school programs. It’s a little weird to be fighting each other for something like that, but I think I could live with it. But, I’m not going to agree to do anything illegal either, or hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it, so you’ll have to live with that in return.”
   “Oh?” Corscan raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘illegal’.”
   “Ummm, against the law? Like, I’m not going to rob Fort Knox for you for instance, or beat up someone who isn’t doing something wrong just because you told me to.” Kim answered.
   “How do we decide what’s against the law? If I wanted you to retrieve a treasure from a sunken ship right off the coast, there are laws against that depending on the ship, the treasure, an’ the State, but if it was out past the three-mile limit there are none. Same goes for tomb raidin’ in certain countries; some’ll getcha killed if they catch you, others don’t care at all. Pit fightin’ is legal in a lot of third an’ second world countries, sometimes it’s even considered an honorable profession; got a problem with that too?”
   “So you’re going to fight me in order to make me fight a bunch of other people in a tournament? That seems ferociously illogical since I have to lose a fight in order for you to make me do it.” Kim said with a bemused smile.
   “Maybe. I’m a woman; I get to be contrary.” Corscan replied in a tone that gave Kim the image of the other woman sticking her tongue out at her.
   “Alright fine,” Kim laughed. “I won’t do anything that’s against the law wherever I am when I’m doing it, and I won’t hurt anyone unless they’re doing something wrong or they… errr… want me to hurt them, I guess… sort of. You know what I mean.” Kim concluded.
   Corscan smiled back at Kim and said; “Alright, I can live with those additions. Are there any other bases you want to cover, or are we good on the guidelines of your obligation if you lose now?”
   “Other than you just telling me what you’re going to want me to do, no, I think that’s everything.” Kim answered.
   “You’re sure?” Corscan paused, one eyebrow raised inquisitively, and Kim nodded. “Then we’ve got terms on the stakes. Now for the fight itself, if you agree to it, I want you fightin’ me with the very best you can give, just like I said. Full contact, no holds barred. To that end I’ll sign a waiver absolvin’ you of any liability for the injuries I suffer durin’ the fight. You do whatever it takes to put me down if that’s what you have to; I won’t accept anythin’ less, d’ ya’ understand? I want you to fight me just as if I were Shego or Lord Monty Fisk or some robot killin’ machine on a rampage, got it?”
   “Well, I don’t know about that,” Kim said hesitantly. “I’m not going to hurt you on purpose or anything.”
   “Oh, thank you so much for that vote of confidence Kim.” Corscan said with dry sarcasm. “Unless I’ve totally misjudged my fightin’ ability compared to yours, you’re pretty much gonna have to hurt me in order to win—at least a little, if not a lot. An’ unless you agree to that, there’s no point in goin’ any further. I want everythin’ you have Kim; nothin’ else will do.”
   Corscan sighed and continued in a softer, less intense but equally imploring tone.
   “Look Kim, I’ve broken pretty much every bone in my body more times than I can count, I have a very high pain threshold, I can get myself the best medical care in the world, an’ I want you to hurt me—well, I don’t want you to hurt me, but you know what I mean. I need it to be as real as it can be. Considerin’ what I’m offerin’ to do for you if you win, I think you owe me that much in return, don’t you?”
   Corscan paused for a moment, and then with a wicked grin and a gleam in her eye added; “An’ believe me Kim, I’ll make you pay through the nose if you lose; count on it.”
   Kim snorted and shook her head before answering; “Well thank you so much for your vote of confidence as well. You ever think I might be able to beat you without really hurting you? And how exactly are we going to figure out who wins this thing anyway? I’m not too keen on the idea of us beating each other to a bloody pulp either.”
   “Heh, that’s the best part; the hook I know will bring you in. You will.” Corscan said with a sly smile.
   “Hunh?”
   “I don’t want to win or lose based on a lucky break or because one of us has her timin’ off for a few seconds. I don’t want to be flippin’ a coin here, I want to know who’s the best fighter, not just the luckiest at any given moment. So we’ll go at it ‘til you admit that I’m better than you or ‘til you put me down for good—or ‘til I admit you’re better than me I suppose, but you’ll really have to make me sweat blood for that to happen. It’s about skill an’ ability, an’ I’ve given you all the cards; a massive payout compared to your side of the bet, total freedom to come at me with way more than I can come back at you with, an’ you get to decide if you’ve lost or not. The only thing I want in return is your promise that you will give it everythin’ you’ve got if that’s what you need to do to take me down.”
   “Heh. Has anyone ever told you you’re a strange woman Corscan?” Kim asked.
   “This comin’ from a teenage cheerleader who’s engaged in mortal combat with a guy who has monkey hands and feet or a woman that can toss around bolts of green death?”
   “Ooooh; got me again.” Kim said with a smile.
   “Glass houses Kim, glass houses. So, have you decided, or do you want some time to think on it?”
   “I’d like to talk with my friends first, and maybe sleep on it too.” Kim answered.
   “Alright Kim, I can wait. At least you didn’t say no.” Corscan concluded with a smile.
   “That I did not.” Kim smiled back.
   “So you wanna take a ride now?” Corscan asked.
   “No, I’m good.” Kim answered, turning back to watch Ron as he sped around the big open area with enthusiasm.
   Kim stood considering what Corscan wanted and what was at stake if she accepted. She got the uneasy feeling that Corscan really would find a way to make her “pay through the nose” if she lost, but… that was hardly anything compared to what she’d lose in a real fight to one of her enemies, and the risk was definitely worth it for what she could win in return.
   Oh who am I kidding; now I want to do this for the same darn reasons she wants to, Kim thought, sighing. The fact that I get something so spankin’ if I win is just icing on the cake.
   Kim tried to surreptitiously observe Corscan as the woman stood leaning up against the railing watching Ron with her, trying to size her up as well as she could. The big woman would obviously be stronger than her, but that didn’t mean much, since Monkey Fist was way stronger than he should be for his size, and Shego could do that thing with her hands where she hit so hard she could punch through cinderblock, and she’d survived them time and time again, not to mention the walking hulks Professor Dementor used for henchmen. Corscan would have significantly longer reach than her however, and that wasn’t to be ignored. As well, since Kim was positive the other woman was as well trained as her, she would most likely be unable to exploit style weaknesses while she fought her, unlike most opponents she faced.
   On the other hand, Kim would be faster than her, and more agile and mobile. Her innate skill coupled with her training would allow her to compensate for Corscan’s supposed resilience with the precision and power of her strikes. And if she had to, she could play keep-away and hit-and-run until she wore the bigger woman out and could take her down once she ran out of steam.
   All in all, Kim was warming to the challenge she saw before her quite a bit now. It would be a real test of her abilities, and just like Corscan, she would actually be able to relax and enjoy the fight instead of worrying she was going to wake up dead after it was over if she lost. But, there was still one thing that bothered her…
   “Corscan…”
   “Mmmm?” Corscan hummed inquisitively.
   “If we do this… and I’m not saying I am…”
   “Yes?”
   Kim paused for several moments before coming to a final decision in her head—as crazy as it was, she just couldn’t resist—and then, after taking a deep breath, continued resolutely.
   “I’m going to want to sign one of those waivers too.”
   “Oh really?” At Corscan’s query Kim turned, and she saw that the big woman was looking at her with a slight smile of amusement on her face and one eyebrow raised in interest.
   “Yep.”
   “An’ why’s that?”
   “Because there’s really no point in me doing this if I’m not facing you at your best either.” Kim said, her lips twisting into a smile that was half in amusement, half in disbelief that she’d decided this.
   “Hmp; a girl after my own heart.” Corscan said, her smile deepening.
   “Guess so.”
   “All right then. Just one problem.” Corscan said.
   “What’s that?” Kim asked.
   “You’re too young to sign somethin’ like that on your own. Either you’ll have to get your parents to sign it, or you’ll just have to trust me to beat the livin’ hell out of you instead of holdin’ back.” Corscan concluded with amusement.
   Kim rip-snorted and answered; “Yeah. Somehow I don’t think that’ll be a problem with you.”
   “Whatever you want Kim, whatever you want…” Corscan responded, soft and smooth, “Just as long as I get what I want from you in return.”
   Kim smiled and went back to watching Ron, as did Corscan beside her, and the two of them passed the time in silence, savoring the anticipation of the coming challenge in a strange mutual kinship.
   About ten minutes later Ron was finishing up his ride on the hover-bike as its power cell finally started to run down, and Corscan turned to Kim and said; “Looks like he’s almost done. Not much else here to do I’m afraid, so I guess you’ll be goin’ now.” Corscan sighed and then continued. “An’ I really should finish up my work tonight instead of putting it off. Come on, it’ll be easier to leave downstairs than headin’ back through the main complex.”
   “Ok,” Kim responded, following Corscan downstairs.
   By the time they finally entered the central area below, Ron was taking off the last of his protective pads while the techs finished locking the hover-bike down on the support frame in its bay so they could begin removing the now near-exhausted power cell from it.
   “Hey, Kim, you missed out here! You really should have tried one of these things; they totally rock hardcore!” Ron said with an enthusiastic grin, while Rufus added his own thumbs-up confirmation and “Totally” from Ron’s shoulder.
   “That good eh?” Kim said with a smile.
   “Absolutely! If it weren’t for the fact that it would take Naco royalties to get one, I’d so totally be walking out of here with one of these babies, fifteen minute run time or not.” Ron turned to Corscan and continued; “Thanks a lot for letting us try one of these, it was a blast.”
   “No problem Ron. An’ who knows, maybe it’s not as out of reach as you think.” Corscan answered mysteriously, shooting a knowing glance at Kim as she did so.
   Ron missed the exchange, and just scratched his head and looked at an equally confused Rufus while Corscan gestured to Ms. Li. When the Asian woman came up to her, Corscan murmured softly to her and the other woman nodded before handing her a business card from her clipboard, moving back a short distance, and making a call on her headset.
   Turning back to Kim and Ron, Corscan said; “Well, it’s been fun meetin’ the two of you, but if you want to get home at a reasonable hour I guess it’s time to go. Sorry I wasn’t able to make this trip a little more interestin’ for y’all, but y’know how things are sometimes.”
   “Oh no problem Corscan,” Ron said. “It was plenty fun—especially considering we didn’t get shot at.”
   “Well, there is that.” Corscan answered with a smile before heading towards a partitioned “hallway” on the far side of the central area. Following behind her, Kim and Ron quickly found themselves climbing a set of short stairs that led to another heavy security door in the outer wall of the huge building. After yet another long string of numbers was punched into the keypad next to the door, Corscan let the two teens out into the cool night air while the pair of guards that were stationed to either side of the door looked on. Just past them, the Hummer-like vehicle that had brought Kim and Ron from the plane was pulling up—or one just like it, since the teens weren’t sure it was the same one.
   Standing in the doorway, Corscan addressed the trio one last time; “Have a safe trip home, an’ I hope to see y’all again sometime.” Turning to Kim specifically, Corscan held the business card she had gotten from Ms. Li out towards the girl and smiled; “An’ I really hope to see you again soon. Call me…”
   “I will Corscan, one way or another.” Kim answered, taking the card from Corscan and putting it in her coat pocket.
   “Bye-bye then, an’ have a good night.” Corscan said to the trio with a wave before closing the door with a heavy “thunk” as the security locks engaged on it.
   “Good night Corscan.” Kim said as the door was closing.
   Turning to Ron, Kim saw that he was staring at her with a strange look and one eyebrow raised. “What?” Kim asked.
   “Thinking of playing for the other team are we?” Ron answered wryly with a soft snort of amusement.
   “Hunh? What the heck are you talking about Ron?” Kim asked as she started towards the vehicle that was waiting for them.
   “Oh come on; she was so into you there!” Ron answered.
   “Ewww! Ron! How the hell did you get that?” Kim practically shrieked.
   “Ahhh, I’m a teenage guy Kim; I could get that from watching you and Bonnie argue,” Ron answered offhandedly before realizing what he’d said. Quickly turning to a now nearly irate Kim he raised his palms to her while Rufus squeaked and bolted for Ron’s pants’ pocket. As he did so Ron rapidly said; “Not that that’s what’s going on here! I’m just saying if it wasn’t that then what the heck was all that ‘call me’ stuff about?”
   “Well if you must know,” Kim said in a very controlled, very calm voice from between her tightly clenched teeth, “there’s something Corscan wants me to do for her, and I told her I wanted to think about it first.”
   Seeing that Kim wasn’t going to hurt him or anything, Ron continued in a slightly less panicked voice; “Ok, ok, so I was just being a guy there, sorry. So what did she want then?”
   Kim sighed as her irritation drained away and in a more normal tone she said; “I’ll tell you on the plane Ron. I want Wade to hear this too, and it’ll be easier to tell both of you at once.”
   “Ok Kim.” Ron said, more relieved to have dodged a bullet than curious.
   Fifteen minutes later Kim and Ron were in the air as the Excalibur jet leveled off when it reached its cruising altitude, and the soft ding announced to the two teens that they could move around the cabin freely. Kim unbuckled her seatbelt and stood almost immediately, but still Ron beat her to her feet by a good measure.
   “Sorry Kim, I’ll be right with you, just gotta use the can first.” Ron said as he headed towards the back of the plane.
   “Ok Ron, I’ll get ahold of Wade while you do.”
   “ ’K”
   While Ron vanished into the galley, Kim moved back to the central section of the cabin and sat down at the table, digging out her Kimmunicator and setting it down in front of her. Wiggling around and tugging at her coat in an attempt to get comfortable, Kim finally sighed and pulled it off completely, flipping it over the back of the seat to land on the one behind her. Picking up the Kimmunicator once more, Kim triggered the direct line to Wade.
   “Hey Kim, sorry it took so long; I was in the bathroom. What’s up?” Wade said as the view screen sprang to life almost a minute later.
   “Well, it looks like CI and Corscan check out as nothing we have to worry about for one.” Kim answered.
   “Well that’s good. But there’s more I assume?”
   “Yeah, you could say that, but I want to wait ‘til Ron gets back so I can tell the both of you at the same time.” Kim said.
   “Gets back? Aren’t you on a plane right now? Where is he?” Wade asked with confusion.
   “Well he was in the bathroom,” Kim said testily as she heard what sounded like cabinets being opened in the galley. “Ron! Get out here already!”
   “Yeah just a minute Kim, I’m getting some chips and pop. You want anything?” Ron shouted back.
   Kim rolled her eyes while Wade chuckled.
   “Any Mountain Dew left?” Kim asked.
   “Yeah. That it?” Ron responded.
   “Yes.” Kim answered.
   “Ok.” Ron concluded before coming out into the main cabin about a minute later, two bottles of pop in one arm and a value-pack sized bag of bacon barbecue chips in the other.
   Ron plopped down in the seat opposite Kim and slid the bottle of Mountain Dew over to her before cracking the seal on his own Coke bottle and ripping open the bag of chips, only narrowly avoiding a complete spill of its contents as he did so. Ron carefully put what was left of the bag on the table between Kim and himself and sighed as its contents settled across the spread foil.
   “Phew, that was close. So, what’s the dealie Kimbo? What did Corscan ask you to do?” Ron asked.
   “Hunh?” came from Wade where the Kimmunicator was propped up against the cabin wall, where Kim had put it so that both she and Ron would be able to see his image on the screen.
   Since Kim was opening her Mountain Dew and taking a drink, Ron answered Wade instead of her. “When we were saying goodbye to Corscan she said she hoped Kim would call her soon, and when I asked Kim about it she told me that Corscan wanted her to do something, but she wanted to talk to the both of us about it, and now that you’re here,” Ron turned back to Kim, “what’s up KP?”
   Swallowing, Kim began telling Ron and Wade what Corscan had wanted and what she had offered in return. After a few minutes and a few questions from both her friends to clarify a few points, they knew as much as she did.
   “Wow, that’s a pretty impressive offer Kim.” Wade said. “As far as I can tell, CI has done work for Global Justice, so Corscan just might be able to set you up with one of those hypersonic hover-jets their top operatives have access to. That should cut down on your travel times by,” Wade paused and looked up at his ceiling for about half a second before continuing; “about seventy three percent, more or less, depending on where you’re going.”
   “Oh it’s better than that Wade!” Ron said enthusiastically, and went on to tell the young prodigy about the ride he’d taken on the prototype hover-bike.
   After a few minutes of watching boys being boys talking about how cool the experience had been, Kim finally broke in on their conversation. “Ahhh; guys?” Ron and Wade turned to look at her. “Remember me? The one that has to fight her and win in order to get all these cool toys you’re taking about?”
   “Ah, yeah, so?” Ron asked, lost.
   “So what do you think about that?” Kim asked in a frustrated tone.
   “Well, do you wanna do it?” Ron asked.
   “Yeah, I think I do.” Though not for the reasons you probably think I do, Kim finished in her head.
   “So do it.” Wade said before Ron could. “I mean come on Kim, it’s not like you don’t risk a lot worse on your missions.”
   “Yeah KP,” Ron said. “I mean, it’s not like I want to see you get hurt or anything, but this’ll be a heck of a lot safer than the other crazy stuff we do every week, and if you wanna do it you should. Besides, it’s not like she can beat you.” Ron paused for a second, then added; “can she?”
   Kim sighed and leaned back in her chair.
   “I don’t think so Ron. I mean, from what I can tell she’ll be really good, and it won’t be a matter of just winning, but actually being better than her, so it’ll be really hard—probably as hard as fighting Shego or Monkey Fist, just in a different way—but I’m sure I can take her.”
   “Well, there you go.” Ron said simply.
   “Yeah Kim, if you think you can take her and you want to do it, why wouldn’t you?” Wade asked.
   “Well, I mean, I want to do it, but don’t you think it might be a little like using my abilities to cash in? It feels kinda weird to be fighting someone with something so… material on the line.” Kim finally voiced her final reservation to her friends, the only thing that had kept her from accepting Corscan’s offer on the spot instead of thinking about it further.
   “Oh for the love a’!” Ron said in an exasperated tone. “Come on KP, it’s not like you don’t expect Mike Tyson to step into the ring without getting something out of it! You’re not rescuing anyone here or stopping some crackpot from taking over the world, it’s just a fight that has a prize if you win. You fought pretty hard against Bonnie trying to get that Spirit Stick at cheer camp last year, or the other teams at the regional cheer offs last fall; you enter competitions all the time, this one just has a bigger prize if you win is all.”
   “Yeah Kim,” Wade added. “I mean, you are planning on getting a job eventually, right?”
   “Ummm, yeah. I can’t live with my parents for the rest of my life Wade. Why?” Kim answered.
   “Well, are you going to get another job at Bueno Nacho so you’ll be doing something anyone could do, or will you be going to College, getting an education, and doing something that’ll probably be high-paid like being a doctor or a scientist or something? Or maybe going to work for Global Justice? Any way you look at it Kim, unless you’re gonna take a dead-end job on purpose just to be ‘fair’, you’re going to end up getting paid for your abilities anyway. It’s not like it’s a crime to be good at something and actually want to get the compensation your skill deserves. I mean, I make the companies that come to me for programming assistance on something pay a lot for my skills, because they came to me and because I know I’m one of the best programmers in the world. It’s only fair.”
   “Humph. Well, when you put it that way…” Kim said ruefully.
   “So you’re goin’ for it then?” Ron asked.
   “I guess so. I’ll give Corscan a call when I get back home and set up the details with her. I get the feeling she’ll welcome a distraction a few hours from now.” Kim answered with a grin, thinking of how the woman sounded when talking about the work she had left to do.
   “Well, if you guys are done, you wanna do something then?” Wade asked.
   “Like what Wade?” Ron asked back.
   “Well, I finally finished programming all the code I needed to create holo-projected versions of a lot of collectable card games like Yu-Gi-Oh and Magic the Gathering, along with a few of the simpler PC and console strategy games that have been around for a while now. If you guys can help me test it out, the next thing I’m going to try is doing it with some of the better fighting games out there.”
   “Sure Wade, I’m up for a good Duel.” Ron said.
   “You play Yu-Gi-Oh?” Wade asked in disbelief.
   “Nope. But I have watched nearly every episode of the cartoon show. Doesn’t look that hard…” Ron answered with a cocky grin.
   “Heh… we’ll see Ron, we’ll see.” Wade responded. “You want in on this Kim?”
   “As I have no idea what the two of you are taking about, I think I’ll pass Wade, thanks just the same.” Kim answered. “I’ll just watch some TV or a movie up front to give you guys some space.”
   “Ok Kim, have fun” Wade and Ron said together before starting to talk about their game in what sounded to Kim like a completely different language, even though it seemed to still be English.
   With a smile and a soft snort Kim answered; “You too.” to her oblivious friends as she got up and headed into the galley, getting herself a bag of plain chips to snack on before returning to her original front seat, settling in to see what she could find on the plane’s entertainment system to pass the time on the flight.
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   A short time earlier in Corscan Mataii’s third floor office, the heavyset woman stood looking out the window in an almost military “at ease” stance, with her hands in fists and tucked tightly to the small of her back. When the Excalibur jet took off from the private airstrip behind the complex, carrying Kim Possible and her friends back to Middleton, Corscan smiled softly in the dim light as she watched the plane climb into the sky, her keen eyes piercing the night’s darkness with ease. Finally meeting Kim in person after all these years had been perfect; the girl was everything she had hoped for, and more, oh, so very much more.
   “Are you sure this is a wise course of action Ms. Mataii?” Damien Frost asked from where he stood on the far side of Corscan’s heavy desk, next to Ms. Li.
   Corscan knew exactly what Damien meant. She’d gone way off-book with her offer to Kim, but she had ever been a creature of instinct and impulse, even after all these years, and when she saw how Kim reacted to her, she couldn’t resist the course of action she had initiated.
   “Maybe not, but it’s done. What, worried I’ll lose Frost?” Corscan answered with amusement.
   “Of course not Ms. Mataii, but… the girl is good. Very good. It’s possible she might be so good as to reveal your abilities. I believe at the very least she would take that discovery… badly, given the nature of the competition.” Damien answered.
   “No chance of that Frost. I’ll be suppressin’ my abilities when I fight her. I won’t cheat her out of as much of a victory as she can achieve against me by usin’ them.”
   “But,” Damien said sharply before stopping and continuing in a calmer, more careful tone. “If you face her as a normal woman, then she might…” Damien trailed off, unable to bring himself to even suggest what now worried him.
   “Win? Or even kill me? No one can stand against [The Way] who does not also know [The Way], Frost; you should know that by now. Even Kim Possible, as wonderful an’ amazin’ as she’s turned out to be, can’t escape that truth.” Corscan answered.
   “Forgive me, Ms. Mataii, I should not have questioned you.” Damien said, contrition vibrating strongly in his tone as he apologized for doubting the woman that he had spent his entire adult life sworn to protect and serve; body, mind, heart, and soul.
   “There’s nothin’ to forgive darlin’, you were only doin’ your job after all…” Corscan said softly, refusing to accept the sin her most dedicated warrior and bodyguard saw himself as committing.
   “Thank you Ms. Mataii.” Damien said with gratitude.
   Turning, Corscan moved away from the window and looked at the remaining work sprawled across her desk. Sighing in disgust, she looked up to Ms. Li and said; “I can’t deal with this bullshit anymore Hui, take care of the rest of this mess for me.”
   “As you wish Corscan.” Ms. Li responded, moving towards the other side of the desk and settling into the big armchair before going to work.
   “I’m goin’ to my quarters to meditate for awhile. Once you’re done here attend me there Hui.” Corscan said.
   “Yes Corscan, I’ll come as soon as I am able.” Ms. Li answered.
   “Unless there’s an emergency I don’t want to be disturbed Frost.” Corscan said as she passed Damien on her way out of the office.
   “As you wish Ms. Mataii.” Damien answered.
   A moment later Corscan left the two alone in the office, and a short time later Damien nodded to Ms. Li and left as well, returning to his duties and leaving the woman alone to complete her work in relative silence.
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