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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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After laying out her yellow t-shirt with the dark blue star and trim, tight blue drawstring pants with the broad cloth ties, some frilly-trimmed socks, and a pair of low-top sneakers, Kim went into the bathroom and took a somewhat indulgent longer-than-usual shower, knowing she had plenty of time for it. Once she finished toweling off afterward, she brushed her teeth and then her hair—the latter requiring far more time and effort than the former.

Returning to the bedroom, Kim set aside the clothes she’d been wearing earlier and got dressed before sitting down at her low queen’s dresser, considering and discarding various ideas for makeup until she settled on simply going with nothing more than clear lip-gloss. Then she did up the top half of her dark red mane with a tight ponytail in back, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the wind blowing hair in her face.

After putting on her shoes, Kim dug out a fanny pack from the second drawer on the right and put her wallet, compact, lip-gloss, a comb, and a handful of Kleenex into it. Last to go was her Kimmunicator, and as she picked it up, she instinctively started to call Wade since she hadn’t managed to get a hold of him yesterday. It was only at the last second that Kim remembered the time difference and just barely managed to stop herself from hitting connect.

“Damnit.” Kim muttered. Ok, so, it’s nine-forty here, which makes it… about two in the morning in Middleton. Great, just great. Sighing, Kim set the alarm on her Kimmunicator to go off in six hours and slipped it into the pack along with her other things. Standing up, Kim was halfway to the living room when the panel by the bedroom door emitted a soft but insistent buzz, echoing the one out in the main room.

Looking at the interface with her head cocked slightly, Kim pressed a pulsing blue button and hesitantly queried; “Hello?”

“All set to go Kimmie?” Shego’s voice came out of the speaker with only the slightest hint of distortion.

“Yeah, just finished getting ready this minute.”

“Ok, meet you downstairs then.”

With that the speaker grew silent, and Kim released the now unlit button and headed for the door. By the time she made it out into the main hall, Shego was already downstairs waiting by the front door.

“C’mon slowpoke, get the lead out!” Shego teased with a smile.

“What did you run down there or something?” Kim hollered as she headed for the stairs, but Shego chose not to answer until Kim had almost reached her.

“Let’s just say that with the shape I’m in now, the concept of ‘just a short drop’ has been radically redefined for me.” Shego grinned smugly.

Kim’s eyes widened, and she looked up at the balcony high overhead. “Oh tell me you did not…” looking back at Shego, Kim shook her head with a smile, laughter in her voice as she concluded somewhat resentfully; “Oh that is so unfair.”

Chuckling, Shego turned to the front entrance, stepping over to the big portal on the right and opening a smaller, normal sized door set into it. As she ushered Kim through, the redhead finally took note of the outfit the taller woman was wearing.

Shego had collected her long, flowing sable mane with a folded blue scarf, not quite doing it up, but rather pulling it back from her face and causing it to hang differently in back. She wore a white cotton blouse with half-sleeves, slit shoulders, and a ruffled front, along with a loose, knee-length soft brown leather skirt that had a broad ruffled fringe. Knee-high tan moccasins clung snugly to her shapely calves, and a small, equally pale suede purse was slung over her left shoulder.

“I thought you said to dress casual.” Kim said dryly as Shego joined her outside.

“Ah, yeah. This is casual.” Shego’s response was just as dry.

“Apparently we have differing opinions on what constitutes ‘casual’ then.” Kim grumbled.

Shego sighed. “Ok, so maybe I’m just a step up from casual. The thing is…” Shego looked away, her cheeks coloring slightly and her voice dropping lower, “except for my old, ratty stuff, most of my casual clothes… don’t fit me anymore.”

“Ummm, really?” Kim was plainly surprised.

“Yes really.” Shego growled. “I must have put on twenty, thirty pounds of muscle. Now I can’t wedge my thighs into most of my pants and my tighter shirts would split the seams across the shoulders, ok?”

“Sorry, sorry. I know you’re bigger now, but you don’t seem to be that much bigger.”

“Yeah well, every little bit counts.” Shego sighed again. “And I suppose the fact that most of my clothes were tailored or altered to fit doesn’t help either. The only things I bought off the rack were my really casual clothes. Y’know, stuff you’d only wear around the house or working or out in the rough.”

Shego vented another long sigh and shook her head. After a moment of silence she looked up and grudgingly offered; “Anyway, if you really want I can run in and change into something else.”

“No, that’s ok. I guess it really isn’t that big a difference.”

“You wanna change then? I can call and let them know we’re running late…”

“No, s’ok…” Kim’s cheeks colored ever so faintly. “Actually… I really don’t think I have anything much better than this that wouldn’t be too hot or too… unusual, to be wearing just out and around.”

“Too ‘hot’, eh?” Shego smirked and raised an eyebrow suggestively as she reached out to shut the door securely.

“Hot as in heat Shego, hot as in heat.” Kim replied dryly, and Shego snorted softly.

Taking a few steps to the left, Shego pressed a spot on one of the stones in the wall next to the door, causing a tiny section to pop open. Flipping up the false stone cover, Shego exposed a small, recessed keypad that she punched a long sequence into before shutting the compartment again.

“Ok, let’s go.” Shego declared as she turned and started heading down the walkway. When Kim fell in alongside her she added; “Oh, and if I forget when we get back, remind me to run you through the security systems, all right?”

“Ok.”

As Shego led Kim down the walkway running along the front of the house, the girl spent most of her time distracted by the view of the sloping mountains to the right and the distant hills and greenery she thought she could make out in front of her. When Shego turned the corner and the garage came in view however, Kim again focused on her immediate surroundings—though admittedly, it did take her a few moments to actually take note of them. Once she did though, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Shego, tell me your garage isn’t nearly as long as my entire house.”

“Ok. ‘My garage isn’t nearly as long as your entire house’.” Shego only managed to keep a straight face for a few moments before she broke into a smirk. “Not that that makes it true mind you.”

“Oh real funny; who would have ever guessed you were such a joker.” Kim quipped dryly.

“I’m a regular barrel of laughs Kimmie.” Shego grinned broadly.

“Yeah, anyway,” Kim gestured to the eighty-foot long garage in front of them, taking in the four closely spaced doors on the far end, followed by a long gap and then a pair of more widely spaced ones on the near end, “why the ahhh… weird layout there?”

“Well, the first door is the auto shop, which takes up a lot of space. The next one is where I keep all my bikes, then comes all the circulation pumps and filtration systems for the pool, which is why there’s no door there, and then the last four are where my cars are.”

Kim perked up noticeably at the mention of bikes. “Bikes? You have bikes?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a tough little ‘01 off road Honda XR650L, an ‘02 Harley Fatboy with some custom work, a Ducati Supersport 1000DS that I just started tweeking a bit, and I picked up a limited edition MV Agusta F4 1000 Tamburini this year too.”

“Oooh, I have no idea what any of that is, but I really want to find out.” Kim’s tone was energetic and excited.

Shego raised an eyebrow and looked over at Kim for a second before replying; “Yeah well, maybe later.”

“Awww…” Kim pouted petulantly, her gaze lingering on the second door as Shego led her past it. A few moments and a dozen feet later Shego stopped at the first of the final four doors and exposed another hidden keypad next to it, which she used to open the big faux-wooden portal, the whole of which slid up as a single section along two sharply angled tracks, coming to an inclined rest hanging a few feet below the roof. A moment later several fluorescent lights flickered to life inside the big structure beyond the door.

Seeing the black-and-green car waiting inside, Kim blinked in surprise. Noticing the redhead’s less-than-impressed expression Shego demanded; “What?”

“Nothing… it’s just not exactly what I expected after everything else.”

“Wha’d’ya mean?”

“Well, it’s a little… plain, don’t’cha think?”

Shego shook her head, half disgusted and half amused. As she stepped into the garage she commented; “Sometimes it’s what’s under the hood that matters Kimmie, not the hood itself.” As Kim followed her in on the other side of the car, Shego gestured off to the right; “I think those are more what you’re looking for, right?”

Kim turned her head, eyes widening as she took in the sleek lines and sinuous curves of the glistening inky black Saleen S7 Twin Turbo in the next bay, followed by a glossy black and red Bugatti Veyron, and finally a glittering deep purple Lamborghini Countach.

“Ahhhh, yeah… wow. That would be them all right…” After a few more moments of mesmerized staring Kim shook her head and turned her gaze back to the significantly more bulky two-door sedan she was standing next to, with its black side paneling and green hood, roof, and trunk. “So what makes this so special?”

“Well first of all, it’s a classic 1967 Chevy Impala.” Shego responded as she opened the door on her side, sliding into the vehicle gracefully and pulling the door shut once she was behind the wheel. As Kim opened the passenger-side door and climbed in as well, Shego continued; “With bucket seats and… substantial, upgrades.”

Kim looked over to find Shego all but smirking. Shutting the door, the redhead started putting on her seatbelt by rote instinct while she asked; “Upgrades?”

“Completely rebuilt the engine for one, adding that custom built supercharger,” Shego gestured vaguely in the direction of the big black blower projecting from the middle of the hood, “along with a dozen other mods including replacing everything with top-quality materials, so I nearly doubled the horsepower.” Shego tapped a code into a small input pad on the dashboard and the engine started up with an aggressive growl before settling into a rhythmic rumbling. “Which… would probably risk it tearing itself right out of the car if it weren’t for the fact that I also rebuilt the frame and the entire drive train with titanium.”

Shego put the car in gear and started backing out of the garage smoothly.

“Aside from that there’s some other minor stuff, like replacing the body paneling with a quarter-inch layered mix of titanium strands, carbon fiber, and Kevlar, the windows with high-grade Lexan, and the wheels with the latest polymer composites. Y’know, just little things…” Shego triggered the remote to close the garage door before looking over to Kim with a wicked smile. “Like the machine guns and missile launchers.”

“You’re being serious, aren’t you?” Kim stated more than asked.

“As a heart attack Princess.” Shego grinned broadly as she swung the car around in a tight arc, shifted out of reverse, and then smoothly but rapidly accelerated down the driveway, only to come to a sharp, momentary stop a dozen feet past the thick lilac hedge that surrounded her estate, checking the roadway for traffic before pulling out onto it and quickly regaining her former speed.

“So, when you say you rebuilt and replaced all that stuff, are you being literal, or do you mean you had it done?”

“No, I did it all myself. Twice.” Before Kim could ask, Shego elaborated; “See, this was my first car Kimmie, and I restored it from an old clunker that was just barely a step up from a junker. Then when I started coming into some serious scratch, I started customizing it more and more, until it became what it is today.”

“So, you know a lot about car stuff then?”

Shego raised an eyebrow but didn’t take her eyes off the road. “M’yes. And I take it you don’t, since you just called it ‘car stuff’…”

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I know how to put air in the tires and gas in the tank and fill up the windshield wiper stuff, but that’s about it.”

“Humph.”

Unlike Shego, Kim was free to turn her dry look on the other woman. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Shego could sense Kim’s continued gaze upon her. “It’s just that anyone who’s going to drive should at least know how to change a tire, fan belt, air filter, and replace the spark plugs damnit! ‘I put gas in it and it goes’ just doesn’t cut it in my book.”

“Shego, I just started driving last year. And I’m only sixteen too.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything? On top of which, you regularly save the world in your spare time and supposedly can do anything too.” Shego countered sarcastically.

“Well, yeah… but it’s not like I really need to know any of that stuff anyway.”

“No, of course not. Right up until you’re out in the middle of nowhere and you blow a tire or a radiator, or when that mechanic pats you on the head and tells you everything’ll be all right just before he charges you an arm and a leg because you haven’t got a clue.”

Kim didn’t have a rebuttal for that. As much as she hated to admit it, Shego was winning this particular disagreement.

“Ok, so maybe you’ve got a point.”

“You’re damn straight I— wait, what?” Shego’s eyes widened slightly and she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Kim for a moment despite the fact that she was rapidly coming up on the town of Sperlonga. “Did you just say I’m right?”

Kim snorted faintly. “Not exactly, but close enough, yeah.”

“Well… all right then.” Shego continued driving in silence, caught off balance by the concession and not really knowing where to go from there. It had been a long, long time since someone had told her she was right about something—aside from her professional expertise, and even that was few and far between given most of her jobs were either for Drakken, who almost never listened to her opinion about anything, or on commission, where her only interaction with a client was to negotiate a price and then deliver the merchandise afterward. The fact that it was Kim Possible just made it all the more disconcerting to her.

As Shego pulled off the highway and into Sperlonga, driving through the old seaside town at a much more subdued pace, Kim was surprised to see some of the locals wave at the distinctive vehicle as it passed by them. When Shego stopped at a corner market to run in and get some sunscreen for her, Kim watched through the front window as the middle-aged shopkeeper and his wife tried to engage Shego in a lively conversation—one that she only managed to extract herself from by accepting a mid-sized basket covered with cheesecloth that was pressed upon her by the insistent woman.

“Looks like lunch is taken care of.” Shego commented as she got into the car, handing Kim a small bottle of Coppertone before twisting around to set the basket in back on the floor.

“Ummm… you seem really… popular, around here.” Kim returned while Shego pulled out onto the street again.

Shego’s smile twisted into a broad smirk and there was laughter in her voice as she responded; “Never shit where you eat Princess, never shit where you eat.”

“Say what?”

Shego continued grinning. “No need to make waves if you don’t have to Kimmie. Smarter even to be nice to the people you have to live near. There’s a reason why the Sheriff of Nottingham had such a hard time dealing with Robin Hood after all.” Shego’s smile softened. “Doesn’t hurt that most folks around here are pretty nice and easygoing too. Tourist town, old world manners, that sort of thing…”

Kim smirked faintly and shook her head, looking out the window and taking in the tightly packed old-world architecture that made up most of the seaside town. Fascinated by the scenery, Kim didn’t notice Shego had turned inland in order to return to the highway until they actually left the town proper. From there Kim got to experience the almost disconcerting mix of villages and farmland that was old-world countryside, though only for a relatively short time before Shego pulled onto a side road that eventually led to a small private airstrip.

Pulling up to a waiting Piper Cub, Shego swung the car around and parked in a small hangar Kim assumed the plane normally occupied. Shortly thereafter Shego was counting out what seemed to be a large amount of euros to Kim, handing them over to an older man introduced as Franco, who apparently spoke only a handful of English words. Franco was also a certified flight instructor, who would be validating Kim’s airtime while sitting in the back of the plane reading, thanks to Shego’s overpayment.

A few minutes later the little group was in the air, with Shego pointing out the few mistakes Kim had made during her takeoff, along with offering tips to prevent them. Just a little over an hour-and-a-half later, Kim had followed the flight plan to its end, whereupon she discovered something—or rather, she discovered a lack of something—that she found disconcerting.

“Ahhh, Shego? Where exactly am I supposed to land this thing anyway? I can’t see any landing strips or anything.”

“See that road down there? Yeah, that’s where you’re going. Try and bring it in close to that little field there.”

“I can’t land in the middle of a road!”

“Sure you can; there’s no traffic and it’s a clear five hundred feet. Hell you should be able to bring it in in just a hundred yards or so if you use the flaps, but since you’re still a little shaky on the props I made sure to pick a spot that’s longer than you need.”

“But it’s a road, not a real landing strip!”

“Kimmy, people land Piper Cubs in fucking fields all over the world. Now make with the ‘I can do anything’ and set this damn thing down—and try and do it in just a hundred yards too. I’ll walk you through it if you want…”

Despite the attitude, Kim bit her lower lip and reluctantly complied with the demand, even managing a passable short landing despite her nerves, following Shego’s instructions and coming to a full, controlled stop only a hundred and ten yards after touching down. Taxiing down the road a little further, Kim pulled into the small field Shego had mentioned and stopped the plane before shutting everything down.

Once they got out of the plane, it was just a few moments before a young man, who looked like he was only a little older than Kim, approached the group, walking over from a pair of scooters parked by the road and looking in turns hesitant, expectant, and respectful as he focused on Shego and spoke in heavily accented English.

“Scusi, scusi, you are ah, Misses Go, yes?”

Shego’s eyes narrowed slightly and there was an edge in her tone as she responded; “That’s Miss Go kid. You Pietro?”

“Si, si, scusi.” Pietro bobbed his head and swallowed nervously. “Pietro.”

“All right then.” Shego handed the lunch basket she was holding to Kim and then pulled a big wad of cash out from her purse. Counting out about a dozen bills, she handed them over to Pietro. “Be back here in about five hours if you want these scooters back.”

“Si, five hours. Grazie Miss Go, grazie!” Pietro bobbed his head vigorously, his broad grin revealing noticeably uneven teeth.

“Ok, let’s go Kimmie.” Shego tossed off idly as she set out for the two scooters at the edge of the field.

“So ummm… scooters?” Kim’s tone was dubious in the face of the oddity presented by the two serviceable but well-worn vehicles, considerably opposed to everything else she’d seen from Shego up to this point.

Shego smirked. “When in Rome…” Looking to Kim she elaborated; “Thanks to the narrow, cramped streets in a lot of cities and towns over here, most of the time cars tend to be slower than bikes and scooters overall, and since we’ve got nowhere to be in a hurry, scooters’ll be just fine—and a lot easier to get a hold of on short notice too. Can’t go more than two feet without tripping over one in this part of the world…”

Shaking her head and smiling, Shego counted out another dozen or so bills from the other side of her bundle before putting the rest of it away. When the duo reached the scooters a moment later, Shego handed the bills to Kim while retrieving the basket she had given her earlier.

“Now, this place’ll shut down like a graveyard in about an hour or so for siesta, so we’ll hit some of the artisan streets first before we go on to the main attraction. Here’s some walking around money so I don’t have to deal with you bugging me for anything.”

Staring at the cash in her hand, Kim’s eyes widened slightly as she saw they were all hundred-euro bills.

“Shego, this is way too much, I can’t—”

“Zip it Princess. I can find more money than that between my couch cushions; I wouldn’t have forked it over so easily if I couldn’t.” Shego paused, smiling. “Besides, where’s the fun in shopping if you can’t buy anything?”

Kim snorted and decided it was better to humor Shego, putting the money in her fanny pack along with her other things. Mounting her scooter alongside Shego, Kim followed the other woman as she took the lead, setting a quick pace that took the pair through the countryside and up a narrow pass into the next sheltered valley, which had a surprising amount of verdant greenery along its high hills and slopes, mostly on the east side, despite the sprawling port town of Maratea taking up a considerable portion of the valley floor. In a little over fifteen minutes after setting out, the pair were parking their scooters and looking around at the surrounding old-world town—Kim far more so than Shego, who had seen it all before.

For the next hour Kim and Shego wandered up and down several steep streets along which dozens of craftsman and artisan shops were located, with Shego hanging back and letting Kim take the lead now, offering the occasional comment about or explanation of the various places as Kim explored with an enthusiastic and enchanted delight—and despite her initial determination not to, finding herself spending some of the money Shego gave her too. Between all the interesting things on display and Shego’s encouragements she found she just couldn’t resist.

Sooner than Kim expected though, the shops began closing one by one in quick succession, just like Shego predicted, until the entire town grew still and quiet, appearing as if a ghost town so much so that Kim would have sworn it was if she hadn’t known differently. The only things Kim saw open on the way back to the scooters were a few bistros and pizzerias, along with the post office, where Shego had them stop off briefly in order to ship all of Kim’s various purchases back to her house, not wanting to be encumbered by them for the rest of the day.

From there it was onto the scooters and over to a long, winding road that led up the mountainside to the southeast, the numerous hairpin turns offering an increasingly fantastic panoramic view of the town below, including the heretofore hidden coastline and various wharves and piers of the port, along with its twin angled breakwaters. The final circuitous leg of the route slowly revealed an enormous statue of a robed man standing with his arms spread wide crowning the summit, along with several structures some distance before it.

Pulling into a small parking lot, Kim and Shego left their scooters and proceeded on foot in the direction of the enormous statue, with Shego bringing the lunch basket along with her. Passing a small church along the way, Shego informed Kim that it was the Basilica di San Biagio, built around the sixth century and dedicated to Maratea's patron saint San Biago, or Saint Blaise, whose remains lay inside the preserved interior of the chapel, along with several other holy relics.

Continuing westward along the footpath, the pair inevitably came to the enormous seventy-two foot high white marble statue, its widespread arms spanning an impressive sixty-two feet. As Kim stared up at the remarkable sight, Shego explained that the towering sculpture was of Christo Redentore, or the Redeeming Christ, idealized and promoted by Count Stefano Rivetti, sculpted by professor Bruno Innocenti, a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts in Florence, started in 1963, and finished a mere two years later in 1965. Shego went on to add that the remains of Count Stefano were interred beneath the statue, in the cave of the Angel, which had several ancient frescoes inside as well.

Aside from the more immediate landmarks, the summit also offered a breathtaking view of the valley and coastline far below, quickly enrapturing Kim with the incredible sights it offered and prompting the girl to retrieve her Kimmunicator so she could take several dozen digital photos of the various highlights that caught her eye.

After a moderate amount of time spent watching Kim enjoying herself—and admittedly, appreciating the view a little herself—Shego finally spoke up again.

“So, enjoying our first real European landmark, are we?”

Looking over to where the pale woman was leaning back against the guard wall and smiling at her indulgently, Kim grinned as she enthusiastically responded; “Definitely! Don’t you think it’s just amazing?”

Shego smirked. “Meh. You see one incredibly fantastic breathtaking view of an old-world coastal town you’ve seen them all.” Kim snorted faintly and after a few moments Shego added; “Now if you’re about done here, I’d really like to go eat now.”

“Ok, just lemme get a few more pictures.”

A few minutes later the pair found a nice spot to have lunch, and Shego left Kim to set up everything while she went to get some bottled water and plastic utensils from the lone restaurant sharing the summit with the other attractions. By the time she returned, Kim had laid out several sandwiches made with freshly baked bread, a medium sized tub of pasta salad, some grapes, and a small block of cheese, using the folded cheesecloth that had protected the food while it was in the basket as a tablecloth.

Sitting down across from Kim, Shego passed the redhead a bottled water and a bundle of napkins and utensils, and the pair settled in for a meal that was surprisingly even more tasty than it looked. As they ate, Shego told Kim more interesting things about the various attractions throughout the mountaintop complex and the town below. Once they finished eating, Shego collected the garbage in the cheesecloth and bundled it up, taking it along with them as Kim hunted for a restroom while Shego sought out the garbage can she knew would be near it.

Once Kim finished using the facilities and came back out, Shego said; “Ok, we’ve got about an hour-and-a-half left before we have to start heading home. I figure it’ll take us about a half-hour to get off this mountain and back to the plane, so that’ll give us an hour for a couple of stops along the way to show you the harbor and some of the more impressive churches they’ve got here.”

“Awww, can’t we stay longer?” Kim all but whined.

Shego gave Kim a no-nonsense look and replied; “Kimmie, we’d have to literally stay here for a week for you to see everything worth seeing here. If you really want to explore this place some more I guess we can always come back, but for now I want to be home in time to make supper, all right?”

Kim sighed—though she was slightly mollified by the promise of a home cooked dinner—and reluctantly nodded. “Ok.”

Returning to the scooters, the pair left the mountain and stopped off at the harbor, where Kim found a few more opportunities to take some pictures—and surprisingly, was able to easily convince Shego to take some shots for her so she could be in frame as well. From there it was off to the twelfth church of San Vito, the oldest in Maratea, followed by a visit to the Piazza di Santa Maria Maggiore, where the church of the same name stood, and finally a short trip down a sloping street that led to three more historic churches.

It was in front of the second to last church that Kim was startled by her Kimmunicator going off while she was lining up an angled shot of the street, attempting to get in as much of the surrounding architecture as she could.

“Trouble in paradise already?” Shego smirked faintly as she moved to one side so she wouldn’t be caught by the Kimmunicator’s video camera, watching Kim with one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Um, not sur—” Kim broke off as she checked the display; blushing slightly when she found it was just the alarm she had set earlier in the day. Looking up again she spoke with a slight air of chagrin. “Ahhh, just an alarm I set this morning.”

Shego’s sable eyebrow drifted higher and Kim further offered; “It’s eight o’clock in Middleton now.”

Shego nodded her understanding, then, as Kim went back to taking her picture, sardonically added; “So you just set that for kicks then did you?”

Looking over to Shego with a furrowed brow, Kim grunted; “Hunh?”

“The alarm,” Shego annunciated with exaggerated care, “should you not now be doing something? I mean that’s why most people set alarms…”

“Oh, yeah, no.” Kim went back to her picture taking. “I just wanted to get in touch with Wade to see if he can do a few things for me, and to see if he found anything more on Corscan yet, but it’s ok, I can wait ‘til we get back.”

Shego nodded, and a short while later, after Kim had taken the equivalent of another roll of film’s worth of pictures of the last church down the road, the pair mounted their scooters a final time and proceeded to head back to the plane—Kim not without some lingering reluctance.

Twenty minutes later—and after a somewhat nerve-wracking takeoff down the same country road they’d landed on—they were in the air and heading back up the coast, with Shego once again correcting the few mistakes Kim made while flying the small single engine plane.
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