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Over central Kansas

The passenger compartment of the C-21 transport was more luxuriously appointed than Kim had expected for a military aircraft. She supposed that she shouldn't have been surprised. After all, the C-21 was just a Lear Jet 35A in military livery, and was normally used to carry high ranking officers, who no doubt liked to travel in style. Which explained the top notch communications gear as well. Right now they were using that gear to have a conference call with Wade.

"I take it we're assuming Drakken is going to mass produce the suits and use them to take over the world?" Wade asked, not looking at the camera, instead concentrating on his monitor as he typed commands into his computer.

"It's a fair assumption," Ron weighed in. "After all, it's what he does."

Wade nodded. "I'll run a cross-referenced search for manufacturing facilities, production equipment, and off the shelf suit components from that list you gave me, plus any reports of Drakken sightings," Wade expounded.

"Any idea how long that will take," Kim asked.

Wade just shrugged, "It'll take as long as it takes Kim." Kim let out a sigh of resignation and slumped into one of the compartment's plush, leather upholstered seats.

"You seem a little tense K.P.," Ron noted. "What's wrong?"

Kim rubbed her temples. "This whole case is wrong," she muttered.

"Uh, what do you mean? Drakken's always after high tech military gear," Ron reminded her.

"I know," Kim agreed, "and the suits are just the sort of thing he'd go after, but…"

"But what, K.P.?" Ron asked.

Before Kim could answer Kara spoke. "But it isn't like Drakken to kill people."

Kim shot Kara a glance. "Exactly. I mean, sure, he's tried to kill me and Ron, but only because we foil his plans so often. I've never heard of him actually harming anyone else in all his schemes."

"Well," Ron mused, "maybe he thinks it's time to start. After all, people do change over time."

Kim sighed, then looked toward the video pick up. "Got anything yet Wade?"

"An abandoned car factory south of Atlanta," Wade answered. "It was purchased last month by parties unknown. I've followed the trail through a dozen front companies and dummy corporations without finding out anything concrete about the real owners. Plus, there have been deliveries of all kinds of production equipment and supplies that dovetail neatly with what General Deziel told you about the suits' systems."

"How neatly?" Kim demanded.

"Uh, perfectly," Wade said, "Right down the line."

Kim turned to Ron and Kara with a frown. "I don't like it," she said at last. "It's too easy."

Ron looked up from the compartment's small refrigerator, where he was rummaging for a soda. "Too easy? Kim, Wade always finds Drakken's lair. If he didn't find it, that would be cause for concern."

"Maybe," Kim allowed, "But I still have a bad feeling about this."

"You think it's a trap?" Kara asked.

"Maybe," Kim repeated.

Kara stood up, walked over to the communications station and leaned into the camera view. "Wade, what's the name of the overt owner of this factory?"

"Cor-Ken Industries."

"Cor-Ken? That's a weird name," Ron said, chuckling.

"Unless the Ken comes from Drakken," Kara pointed out. Ron mulled that over, then nodded. "Makes sense."

"But then where does the Cor come from?" Kim asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Kara mused, "But I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough."