"Aww...poor Lollypop..." Jess said for everyone, especially
thinking of Will's attachment to the old ship.
        "Aren't bullets hot enough to blow up gas tanks?" Jasmine
mentioned.
        "Uh...well, Jas...sometimes they don't...I guess..." Will
answered as he inspected the damage in astonishment, quickly
walking the length of the wings, "...maybe they were using hollow
points...or something..." trying to sound as honest as he knew how.
The ground crew was getting barrels, buckets, pans and such under
the wings, and were getting right into unloading the cargo, starting
with the ammunition, the sound of guns close enough for real
concern to the guys.
        "Would hollow points really not spark?" Kit quietly asked,
shielding Jess and Flee as much as he could in a group hug, their
flak jackets still on them.
        "I don't know, Kit...." Will answered, turning to the three of
them with watery eyes, "I don't know...but I'll be goddamned if we
weren't real lucky...." And all of them hugged together there.
        "I asked Mary to take care of us too," Jas whispered into the
group. They all kissed her head.
        Sara told them there were drinks in the office, so they all
headed that direction. On the way, though, Kit spotted the
Cheyenne on the ramp and pointed it out to Jess with a nod, saying,
"I wonder there, princess...."
        "Yep..." she returned. They got on Pute in the office and
learned the word - it most certainly was the agents' plane.
        Mona and Sofia called to see if the guys were all right and
listened to the story, and Mon told them that she had put some
low-spark additive into the 3's tanks and had used the lowest octane
fuel that she had.
        "Aw my God..." Jess cried into the phone, "you saved our
lives, Mona!"
        When they got off the phone, though, Will quietly apprised
Kit, with Jess overhearing, "...I've never heard of that stuff Mo
used ever working good enough...." The guys both just raised their
brows.
        Anyway, Kit thought it best to ask Sara if she had a car they
could borrow, preferably right out back. She saw his concern and
offered to drive them herself. And, before the agents got to Sara's
office from the office they had been waiting in, our guys were
driving out the airport road undetected.
        Will and Gena told the suits that they didn't know any Jessy
or 'Wit?' and excused themselves to get back to their plane. Jas and
Sage were already back out on the ramp, helping the unloading.
        Sara was taking our three to her house, dodging the fire zones
around the city on their way, and asked why they had to get out of
the office so fast. So they told her, though, of course, not the whole
story. Then Jess saw a large gathering of people outside a building,
all looking like they needed real help, and asked Sara about them.
It was a mission, their friend told them, so Jessy asked to stop, and
Kit agreed. They went inside and met and talked with Doctor
Gabrielle, Sara translating for them and explaining that her three
friends were the ones flying in the new medical supplies, and Jess
handed Gabrielle a million buck check she had just written out. So
it was hugs and kisses with Doc Gabe and a tour of the place before
the guys continued on to Sara's.
        They worked with Pute as Sara and husband Walter, a member
of the Bosnian government, got them relaxed in the living room with
some drinks and took Flece on the house tour. The biggest news was
Sundance's report that the Execs were working quietly with Bill - the
President - up at Camp David. Then there was the billionaires'
meeting in New York City: just about every billionaire in the world
there, only a couple tyrants not showing. Our guys checked in on all
the black ops that Pute and Cy could find out about, then on other
suits who were looking for them, but most urgent were the agents at
the airport. And Pute gave them the "skinny" he had on their orders.
        "Ginny is going to kill me," Kit said seriously as they next read
Puter's summary on their possible escape plans.
        "She may never know about all this for a very loooonngg
time," Jessy answered, sitting on his lap, Pute on hers (Pute's
favorite position, he would always byte back, after finding out he
was there).
        "That'd be better," Kit came back.
        "Yea, well, you'll have to be very good to me," Jess razzed.
        "O yeah, I forgot," he shook his head with a smirk, recalling his
trying to get her to stay in Bari as he concentrated on Pute's screen.
        She pulled his head around so they faced off, nose to nose.
"Well, you better start rememberin' there, deephead..." she smiled
and started them into passionate kisses until the other guys came
back in.
        They got right into conversation about the situation there in
Bosnia and Sarajevo and the WPG thing and their lives some until
Walter had to get some sleep and said his fond goodnights, praising
the girls, mainly, on their commitment and bravery, saying they were
heroines of Sarajevo.
        "Hardly anyone gives you any recognition, Hotey," Jess said
sympathetically after Walt left.
        "As long as you do, precious, I don't need any more than that."
        "Awww, you're so sweet, podner. Him loves me, hum?" she
cood. He gave her his sheepy nod.
        "Awwwwww you guys are sick'ning," Flee sassed, evoking
Sara's chuckle.
        "Well, Sara," Kit serioused it up, "we've got to get another
plane to get these folks out tonight."
        "I've been thinking about that, Kit. There's a DC 7 on the field
that's available. I can call them right now, they'll be there...they run
a night operation."
        She did, they were, and Kit got on the phone with Buz, owner
and pilot, and it was a sale. And they could fly it out of there before
dawn and Buz would pass the word to passengers, who would be
plenty happy that there would be 9o seats instead of 32. $7oo,ooo:
one dang amazing deal.
        "Wow, you guys don't mess around," Sara commented.
        "You sure don't either, Sar," Jess responded.
        "Not much room for it in a war zone," Sara returned.
        "O my God...how do you do it?!" Jessy sympathized.
        "O...I guess we got used to it, Jess. But it's coming to a head
now. Walter thinks the Serbs are readying for a large offensive. O,
and we know the joke that they're offensive enough," and smiled
painfully.
        "Awww no..." the guys commiserated together, and Jess
added, "what can we do to help?"
        "O, my Lord, Jessica...what you're doing is astonishing. But
this, unfortunately, is our fight, my friends. But you've really
inspired us...greatly....and helped so very much."
        They talked some more about the war, then the WPG, all
wondering how it had done so well so fast so far. Then they picked
up from Pute, and told Sara that, after the Court had announced its
decision, the Queen of England had said, "I think it should be done"
when her Prime Minister had asked their Royalnesses their opinion
on it while enjoying their tea and crumpets, guacamole and all. In
Spain, the King had ordered his UN delegation to announce Spain's
support, which was influencing the entire Spanish-speaking world.
And other countries in Europe and Africa had announced their
support. Then, earlier that night, more countires in South and
Central America had declared for the WPG.
        "It almost seems like there's a Spirit the countries go through
as the world turns..." Jess postulated, in the awe of it.
        "You've been watching too many soap operas," Flee smiled,
but was as much in awe.
        "It's mystical, isn't it?..." Sara affirmed. "By the way, where
do you get a computer like that?!"
        Kit told her it was a bit complicated, but would see what he
could do for her.
        Sar continued on, "...so much hinges on the USA, though, it
seems. If they go for it, the world just might follow. I would think
Russia would join in then, but I suppose China is the enigma. I'm
not sure their current leadership isn't bent toward aggression."
        "I think you're very much on the truth, Sara," Kit said.
        "But the US is the greatest military in the history of the world,"
Jess went on, "and what better statement to make than the purpose
of all that was to put an end to war for all time."
        "Right on, cowgirl!" Flee interjected. And Sara voiced her
whole-hearted agreement.
        Kit said, "China, though, thinks in terms of millenia, and
probably covets the 'greatest ever' title."
        "You know," Jessy said, "I think the leaders all want to do it,"
and our guys were thinking about Hua and Bill, "but I bet they have
guns to their heads, and their families' heads, and their friends'
heads...."
        "Yeah, but then, don't y' think governments run by old men
tend to want to bring the young along on the old geezers' own death
marches?" Flece said.
        "Woo!" Jess came back, "dam, Flee, sometimes you amaze
me, sister." And the others agreed with that, and Sara asked if they
were sisters. Well, they talked on more, of course, then the girls
decided to call home, then Truchas, Rockhead and the guys in
D.C., loving the hearty words heard from everyone, along with
Ginny's concerns that bordered on anger, even though Jess didn't
get even close to telling her everything.
        Meanwhile, they had listened to the country music and news
over the WPG Network, and even Red Knuckles and the
Trailblazers had done a new act to lighten up the situation some,
after the band that did "O, it's 4o below/I don't give a fuck/Got a
heater in my truck/I'm off to the rod-e-o...." All the rockers and
folkers were helping lead all the demonstrations and other WPG
work around the world, and the soul and R&B musicians would be
coming on after the country boys and girls.
        Kit had fallen asleep with Heaven (Jess) in his lap and in his
arms, his head pillowed on her breasts; and the young ladies and
Sara conversed on, the topic turning to the guys' relationship. In
time, Jess woke him with kisses, and his first thought was of the
suit problem at the airport. Well, not exactly his first, seeing as his
mouth was on one of her mams. Anyway, they worked on their
plan of getting out on the 7 despite the agents, and called Buz to let
him in on it.
        Sara was driving them back when Jess asked if there were any
orphanages on the way and, yup, there was one. They stopped at it,
met the children and staff and contributed another million under
Sara's oversight and took a few of the neediest-looking kids with
them. And Jessy's legend grew some more.
        Back in the car, the WPG called Sara's phone, asking for
Jessy. It was Julia Roberts, out of Taos, representing the "G" there
in Jevo, with Val Kilmer. The PG wanted to pay for the guys'
upcoming and following flights - if they were going to make any
more - and give them protection. Jess told them "no" and "ok". She
asked them, with Kit's concurrence, to guard the 7 from anyone not
passengers or crew. And that was a "do". Jess and Flecia then talked
with Julia and Val a little more, kind of really enjoying that a bunch.
        The children they had brought with them were just angels. The
four of them, two each sex, quiet and cherubic, were feeling like
they must be going to Heaven with these guys, Sara telling them in
Slavic how exciting the plane trip was going to be and how well they
would be where they were going as Pute picked up more reports of
major battle coming.
        They had WPG escorts in wagons ahead and behind them by
the time they reached the airport road. Not arranged, just
spontaneous, Jas and Sage in the one ahead. They parked behind
Sara's office, the 7's inboards just getting started up, and sent the
kids on to the airship with Sara and Flee, surrounded by escorts.
        The girls had their wigs on, Codeman his glasses and ball cap,
and mustache shaven off at Sara's. WPG security guys were
occupying the agents' attention inside the office, as planned. Then
Jess and Kit ran from the Jeep, around the side of the office, to the
plane, fiving Sara as they passed, and Buz, a big, muscular, long
red-haired young American Scot, closed the cabin door behind
them as the suits rushed out of the office in chase. Thwarted.

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