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You're Sure to Win

Kim had arrived at the coffee shop early. Her date... Or was it a date? "Not a date," Kim told herself. "Just meeting her. Talking a little. Maybe, if we like each other we end up dating. No pressure Kim. Channel your inner Ron. Stay cool."

Much easier said than done.

Xandy had not included even a blurry photo with her profile. Her avatar had been a drawing of a phoenix. "Maybe Xandy is from Arizona," speculated Kim as she tried to think of a sport team with a fire bird for a mascot. Kim would have liked to have seen a picture – even a blurry one like Kim had submitted. "Or am I being shallow?" wondered Kim. "I just want to meet someone fun and interesting who can stand my type-A personality."

Xandy provided a vague description for who to look for: tall, slender with long black hair. She put her age in the range Kim had defined and would be wearing black jeans and a green t-shirt.

Kim, in her guise as Ann P, wore a sundress with a white background and prints of large strawberries. Strappy white sandals were on her feet. She arrived early to watch the door for Xandy's arrival.

Xandy, with the same idea, had arrived even earlier. Kim was seated, watching the door when she felt a tap on the shoulder. "Ann?"

The brown-wigged woman turned and four eyes went wide with shock.

"Princess?! What the hell are you doing?"

Kim had not yet regained the power of speech when Shego muttered, "Fuck! I'm so out of here," and headed for the door.

Finally able to close her mouth Kim thought frantically. She had not seen or heard of Shego in a couple years. The older woman had been arrested, and Kim assumed had been sentenced to years in prison. Why was she here? Should Kim contact the police? Should she call the Feds? Why had Xandy sent a PM to Kim suggesting a casual meeting? Nothing made any sense.

A couple people who had heard Shego's outburst and saw her stalk out the door stared at Kim as she headed for the door herself, at a more sedate pace than Shego's hasty exit.

Half-way back to her off-campus apartment Kim's phone sounded an alert from the Women-4-Women™ app.

Xandy: Princess? Don't fuck
things up. I'm not wanted. Don't
call the cops.

Ann P: Ur not wanted?
Don't make me laugh. If
aren't wanted, why can't I
call police?

Xandy: It's real. If you
can call the cops it might
screw things up.

Ann P: Screw up what?
If it could mess stuff
up it sounds like ur wanted.

Xandy: Give me a chance to
explain.

Ann P: Give you a chance to
set a trap?

Xandy: No. Look, I cut a deal...
 Easier to talk for real than
this.

Ann P: Okay, back to coffee
shop now

Xandy: How about tomorrow.
Same time, same place.

Ann P: In a day you could be
in Thailand or South Africa.

Xandy: An hour.

Ann P: Why not now.

Xandy: 'Cause right now I'm
so pissed with you I just
want to punch your face.

Ann P: One hour.

Kim made it to her off-campus apartment to change for the confrontation. She felt fairly scared; she hadn't been training and didn't feel in fighting condition. Could she still beat Shego in a fair fight? Did Shego ever fight fair?

She left a voicemail for Ron. "Ran into Shego. She claims being out of prison is legit. If I haven't called in two hours call the police and Global Justice..."

Kim took off the mousy colored wig and tied her hair back in a pony tail. She put on some old workout clothes and headed back to the coffee shop. She ordered a large latte ("Good weapon if necessary.") and sat with her back to the wall to avoid surprises.

Shego was late. Kim was preparing to call the police when the older woman stormed in and sat down across from her in the booth. "Why are you harassing me?"

"I'm not harassing you. Why aren't you in prison?"

Shego stuck out a leg and pulled up the material, to show an ankle monitor. "Work study," the older woman remarked sarcastically. "The Department of Defense has me playing lab rat for one of their suppliers."

"You're free? With your record?"

"Define free. My list of restrictions is a mile long. In a couple years, if I survive, I'm on probation."

"If you survive?"

"If the job were easy they wouldn't need me and I'd be in prison."

"Can you tell me what you're–"

"I think one of the things I'm allowed to do is kill anyone who gets too nosy. You're probably working for Russian, or China, or Aruba."

"Aruba?"

"Evil is everywhere."

"Yeah, even sitting across from me in a coffee shop."

"So keep your damn mouth shut... Uh, how did you find me?"

"You found me, remember? You responded to my post."

"Fuck... You're kidding, right? You're telling me Princess is one of us?"

"I don't know who your 'us' is, but yeah I'm–"

"In or out of the closet?"

"In," Kim admitted without thinking.

"Hego kicked me off the team when he caught me with a woman. I'd wish you luck, if you were anyone but you," Shego told her and left the coffee shop.