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        Jess was actually happy again. She was excited from being over
the edge. And, after all, her happiness was all that mattered to Kit. She
and Flee kept their voices quiet up there in the cockpit, though, to not
give the blindfolded (with their ties) agents any more knowledge than
they already had. They were listening to the concert, too, and there was
lots going on. The leaders were giving instructions to the "new Nation" for
the morning, among everything else.
        Flece was plenty excited too. From the fright. She had never been
close to that far over the law line. Kit was kicking his mental butt for
having the girls in that kind of trouble. Craig and Ginny killing him went
through his mind more than once. But it was done. Could not be
changed.
        He went through the agents' pockets, finding nothing of use. One
of them had a radio, though, which came alive: "York...code one, over."
        Cody asked them what it meant and neither would answer. The
same message came again. Kit figured it was for their hostages and
thought it best just to let it ride. The message kept up, every 15 seconds
or so, until they were out of range.
        Not long after, Kit finished checking the charts and showed Jessy
a grass strip way out in the middle of Pennsylvania farm country to
land on. Gettysburg was nearby. And she flew them on in.
        They got the agents out in their underwear and cuffed them to an
ole Piper Cub, the suitless suits telling the guys that they were dead and
such. Cody just said he was sorry he had to leave them like that, but
that they would be found in the morning, then added he hoped they
would leave the girls out of it and have the honor, at least, of just
coming after him.
        One answered "fudge you", or something like that.
        The girls taxied them back out the runway, all three of them
swallowing some speed pills as they rolled to the end. Jess called Josh
through Pute's scrambler while Kit and P worked on the safety of them
taking the Citation, which was a go, telling Cyman what had happened.
(The Chippys were furious, but understood.)
        Jessy told Joshua that they needed the jet, and asked him to call
Elaine to get another plane and put it on North Air's roster. Josh was
scared for them after learning it was an agent problem. But she assured
him that they were bueno, gave him the fondest of vaya con Dioses and
told him that they would let him know all the details as soon as they had
more time. Kit changed seats with Felecia and they got back into the
computers' search for whom those suits were toiling for and the rest.
        Kit said, "I have a feeling it'd be better to not get the jet...this one
will have our fingerprints everywhere...and this one's a lot easier on the
deck...and the guys were observed when they flew in. I'm just not too
sure there wouldn't be agents waiting for someone to take 1-4 All...and
there's the infra-red difference...and we'd have to go IFR on flight plans
..."
        "Yeah, you're right...dammit," Jess already had figured.
        "I know you'd rather fly that, precious...sorry. I've asked Pute to
clear us into Canada," and checked the charts. "We can make Montreal
with good reserve." Then ole Kit got a chest pain, and winced, and put
his right hand over the left side of his chest.
        "KIT! R'you all RIGHT?!" Jessy cried, and attended him with
Flece.
        "Yeah...yeah...heartburn...real bad..." he answered after a few
moments.
        "Yeah, right, heartburn...speed and major stress on no sleep..."
and Jessy got an unopened water bottle out of her bag, opened it and
gave it to him to drink. And the pain began passing, he registered to
them.
        "Flee can help me fly...you rest...awww Jeezuz, sweetheart," and
she gave him some tender kisses between his swigs of water.
        "No. I'm all right. It's gone. We've gotta do the deck...and Pute
can sneak us through Customs," and he typed some more instructions
into Putey.
        "Are you sure...."
        He stopped, checked his inners and leaned over for a kiss. "Yeah,
preciouses...I'm all right."
        "Goddammit, if you have a heart attack I'll kill you," Jess said with
concern.
        "Me too," Flece helped.
        "Well, that would let Craig and Ginny off the hook," he quipped
back. They had a quick snicker, got the goggles on, kept Puter on the
modem, got into the air and leveled off at around 50 feet above ground
and sashayed around the hills and even some trees. "Watch the power
lines and guy wires, honey..." he said.
        "Gotcha, Hotey," she came back.
        They still had the concert on the cabin speakers. Willis, Stallone,
Russell and Sorbo were speaking on Arnold's behalf, giving current
figures on signatures, dollars raised and stuff. They talked on about
taking the fight to the courts and anywhere else they could, and
delivering the medicine and food to the war zones, and told about some
of the fighting just to do that, and thanked "whoever was doing the
holograms...great job!" That was followed by cheers. Then they
announced that a few more small countries were helping out, what they
could. But every bit was a boost. The performers had a new WPG
"hymn" to sing after that, and the regular music followed.
        Our three outlaws talked about all that as they flew out of
Pennsylvania into New York, then were quiet awhile as they got under
the high overcast, thinking about their good luck in that, or the spirits'
help.
        "Well..." Jess re-started, as she and Kit kept their goggled eyes
out the window, "...Craig and Ginny are about due for a call..." and
chuckled along with Felecia, though both hoping quietly that it
wouldn't give Kit more heartburn.
        He took a deep breath, a swig of water and let out the carbon
dioxide. "You think this is funny?" he barely let out of his mouth
with the breath left.
        "No...no we don't, honey, do we, Flee?"
        "Sure don't, Kit," Flece added, though both girls were smiling.
        "Uh, is there anything you'd like me to tell them?" Jess dug,
giving him a gentle poke in the ribs.
        "Sure...tell them I got you in the trouble I promised I wouldn't
...right away," giving a look like Sundance admitting to Butch that he
couldn't swim before they jumped off the ledge, though the girls
couldn't really see it with the goggles on his face.
        "You're safe with me, darlin'. I won't tell if you won't," and
they had a quick look at each other, and laughed at how funny they
looked with the gogs on. "Is your heart better?"
        "Yeah...I'm not tellin'," he answered.
        "Don't scare me like that again. 'K?"
        "Yup."
        Well, they made it fine to a small, deserted strip on the North
shore of Lake Ontario by around 3AM. And, before Kit could get
them going again, going for the light switches, Jess said, "hold on
Buck Rogers, let's not waste the speed...right, Flee?"
        "O yeah," best friend agreed, "but we've got to take it easy on
his heart, cowgirl."
        "I can stay out of it," Kit suggested.
        "O no you can't. You know what they say...get right back in the
saddle, cowboy," Jess cajoled. And it was a little deja vu-ey. She cut
the electrics, radios and engines and she and Flece led him to the
bench seat in back, took his clothes off, stripped themselves and had
their pleasure, considering his heart. Who needs to own an oil country
to have the best sex in the world, huh? It was a nice restorer of
confidence, and all that. And yep, Foreigner (unless it's Journey) were
on at the concert doing "I Want To Know What Love Is". Magic is
what that was.
        "Kit..." Jess whispered amid her passion.
        "Hey..." he replied, breathing heavily, right on the verge.
        "I'm really in love..." as she neared her ecstasy.
        "Oooo Jessee..." and felt her coming, sparking Flee and himself.
"You're just an impressionable young angel..." he said softly, coming
into her.
        "No...I really...am..." still writhing in ecstasy on him, Flee
hugging and feeling her from behind while pleasuring herself.
        He couldn't find any words. He just kissed her face in hot
passion, and she returned the same.
        Minutes later, they commed Sundance and told him all about
the meeting with the President and revealed that they were in a
predicament with agents, but managing so far. And they jabbered on
for awhile about all the situations, and said adios in a few.
        They had been listening on the radio to the haps in D.C. - like
the instructions to demonstrate around the houses of the Supreme
Court Justices, unsigned Congressmembers and administration
officials, and informed everyone of the law team's plan to tie up the
dockets of all the high courts around the world, especially the World
Court's in the Hague, the house that Carnegie built.
        They listened to the leaders of signatory countries speaking via
satellite to the "Nation", as were stars of screen, stage, sports and
politics. Then they heard about the permit for the concert expiring at
midnight, already hours ago. So the concert was being stopped and
the millions being told to disperse. Yeah, right. A lot were sleeping.
Well, passed out. And the part of the "Nation" still awake was
making plans to create havoc in D.C. and the other capitols. And
some were getting carted off to jail. The police got the PA system
turned off - yeah, the statues might lose beauty sleep, some of the
rhetoric - and kept at getting the folks to go home, the National
Guard helping. The Army was guarding the White House and other
buildings and residences.
        The concert at Monument was picking up energy, coming up
with songs about what to do next and what had happened and was
happening. People all over the world were phone calling the offices
of government leaders to voice support for the WPG, and some
leaders had contacted the Peace Government to say that they would
go ahead and sign if only there weren't all the guns to their or their
families' heads.
        Our guys called Josh and the others again to hear their report
about the concert bust and how they were faring, and to tell them
that they wouldn't be taking the jet after all and for them not to
either and why. Talk about special: Josh, Kenja, Evan, Stefi, Essy,
Phil, Sonia, Emilio and poor lonely Juli all gave them their love and
concern. And after goodbys it was time to head on out.

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