Kennedy bounced on the balls of her feet as she faced her opponent. As she waited for the opening move she thought back to when Buffy had put forward the plan…
“I don’t like it.” Kennedy chewed on her lip and stared at Buffy. “It seems like… cheating. Taking advantage.”
“Yeah,” Buffy said, “I’m not wild about it either, but we have to do something. I’m kinda fond of eating regular meals, so are the other girls, and air tickets don’t buy themselves. I can count the number of prospective Watchers who’ll work without pay on the fingers of one hand. The new Slayers need support, otherwise all we’ll have done is set them up as sitting ducks, and we can’t give it to them without funding.”
“There must be some other way of getting it.”
“Like what? Robbing banks?” Buffy fixed Kennedy with a hard stare. “I don’t see that we have any choice. We do it. You’re the best qualified.”
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Kennedy agreed, “but I still don’t like it.”
Kennedy brought her mind back to the present. She’d had to fight her way through scores of matches to get this far but now, at last, the big prize was in sight. She tensed as she saw that her opponent was ready to strike.
There was a grunt, a ‘thwack’, and the missile hurtled towards her. Kennedy leapt, struck, and sent the ball whizzing back past Venus Williams at two hundred and eighteen miles per hour.