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Chaney’s smile was sad as she reached out and gently clasped Cat’s shoulder. “Hon, we ain’t gonna win this one. We gave it a damn good try, but….”

Shaking her head, she walked away, leaving Cat standing alone at center court, her heart a whirl of emotions.

Catching the towel tossed to her by the trainer, Cat sat down on the bench next to Dylan, who was adjusting her knee brace. “You okay?” Cat asked.

“Yeah,” Dylan replied, straightening up and guzzling a bottle of water before turning to look at her lover. “You?”

Cat looked down at her knotted fingers briefly before raising her head to meet Dylan’s intense stare. “Was…what Chaney said to me back there true?”

Looking over Cat’s head, Dylan lifted an eyebrow in Chaney’s direction. Chaney looked back, shame-faced, giving Dylan all the answer she needed to

answer that particular unasked question. She returned her attention to her lover. “It’s true.”

Cat’s shoulders sagged. “But why? I don’t mean to come off as terminally naïve here, but isn’t betting against your own team, betting at all, you know,

illegal?”

“And your point would be…?”

“This isn’t a joke, Dylan.”

“Sure it is. Look around you, Cat. This whole thing is a joke. And by now, everybody’s in on it.”

“Except us.”

“We’ve got the starring role, Cat.”

“How long have you known?”

“I suspected something over the past couple of days. The bastard was just a bit too smug. When I actually knew…well, let’s just say in the eight months

that I’ve known you as a player, I’ve never seen you travel. And I still haven’t.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Do? What we’ve been doing all year. Play to win.”

“Even if they won’t let us?”

“Especially then. He might be able to keep us from winning, but he’ll never make us lose.”

Cat wanted to have a fit of temper and lay into the referees and opposing players, but she knew that wasn’t really her style and that Dylan would be

disappointed in her. As she stood to retake her place on the court, she looked into the seats where the fans were all cheering for the Badgers and she

knew she wouldn’t let them down either. She’d play the best game she could and if they lost because the game was rigged, she would know that she did

her best against impossible odds.

The thing that bothered her most was the attitude of the other team; they really seemed to be getting off on what was happening. She wondered if they

were in on it too, or just stupid. It was true that they were a damn good team, and under normal circumstances the Badgers would be working hard to give

them a run for their money, but now the game was being handed to them and they seemed to be enjoying it.

She took a deep breath, as the ball was returned to play. This moment seemed to be going well. They were moving the ball down the court for a shot; the

ball came to her and made a fast pass to Dylan who was clear and ready for a beautiful three pointer.

Then it happened. As they tried to block Dylan she whirled to get around them and the whistle blew. She had felt her elbow make contact with her

opponent when she tried to make the turn, but she knew, the opponent knew and the fans knew it was accidental and would have been ‘incidental’ contact

in a normal game. But this was not a normal game.

“Son of a bi…” the look from Dylan stopped the words form Cat’s mouth as they waited for the ref to make his call. Dylan was warning her against getting

pitched out for unsportsmanlike behavior, because the coach knew damn good and well the ref’s would do it.

When the foul call came down and Dylan was sent to the bench the fans were on their feet, screaming and yelling and booing. The referees (and

coincidentally some players as well) were pelted with programs and wadded bits of paper that rained down on the court. A time out was called to get the

litter cleaned up.

Cat closed her eyes and scratched her fingers over her scalp to work out some of the frustration she was feeling. She didn’t care if it did go against her

personal code. Someone was going to die if this kept up. Striding over to the bench, she grabbed a towel and draped it over her head as she took a long hit

from the water bottle thrust into her hand.

“Well that’s it; they’ve managed to wrack them up against us…” Caulley remarked, looking down at her ever-present clipboard. It was covered with

scribbles that might as well be Egyptian hieroglyphics for all the good they were doing the team.

“It’s bullshit!” Cat growled as she toweled her neck.

“I know it is, Catherine, but we don’t have a choice. Dylan is done, so we need to do the best we can here. From this point forward, we’re playing a straight

passing game and we’re going to do our damndest to keep ourselves and the ball away from them. If we can’t get close to them, then we don’t want them

close to us.”

“They’ll just call us out for traveling.” Chaney grumbled from her position kneeling at the coach’s feet. “Look at what they’ve been doing to Shortchange.”

“There’s no easy answer here.”

“Maybe we should just forfeit.”