Ranma knew that there was only one girl that might get wind of his plans. Nabiki had a way of finding anything about anything. The only way to make sure that everything continued to plan would be to take her out of the equation completely, or make it worth her while.
With an idea storming around his head, Ranma walked into the mercenary's room and closed her door.
"Nabiki, we need to speak, privately," the young man said with a furtive glance at the shut entrance.
The older woman smirked mischievously, sensing an opportunity for more yen. "Saotome, to what do I owe this pleasure?" she queried.
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