Hours later, Jess had a dream that Kit was shot. And that woke
her up. She whispered it to Flece, who woke up with her, as Kit
slept on. Then, just for safety sake, she checked in with Pute. Well,
good thing. He told her that the agents in town had called in to their
ops that the two other suits were hostages at the villa, and more
agents were on the way.
        "Fuck 'n' dam," she murmurred to Flee. They talked it over
and, still letting Kit sleep, went out to the porch and asked Mona if
she could get some more soldiers with another half million. And Mo
gave them an "affirm". They would fly them in from Rome on a
chartered 727, she came up with, knowing such friends there.
        Since they were up, the girls checked Pute for other things and
learned the situation in Sarajevo was really hairier. The Serbs' surge
was on. And Jevo the target. They called Sara and she knew too, and
they were preparing, and advised the guys to stay in Italy. But Jess
told her they couldn't, the supplies would be needed, they could bring
more ammo, and such.
        "The airport's going to be too much in danger, Jessy," their
good friend pleaded again.
        "More reason for us to come," Jess answered, as the plan
hatched, inside her exquisitely beautiful head, to fly their "army" into
Jevo in the 727 behind them. "We'll call later, Sar. You and Walter
take great care now," and they said goodby. Then the girls called the
airport to get a lot more ammo loaded onto the 7.
        Pute then screened the news from the Execs on the Camp
David meeting, which was going around the clock. The E were still
there, at least two of them at a time, with the President. Advisors
were in there, trying to keep the present world order in tact. And staff
were there, keeping the situational awareness at 1oo percent. They
were all hearing the reports from Bosnia, even including that DC 7,
which was still expected to return that night. The Prez and Sundance
had pretty firm inclinations about who was going to be on board, so
they were both emotionally engaged.
        The UN, NATO, and US were knocking up against rules of
engagement already, but the WPG was not hogtied, and Bill was
prepared to change the orders for his forces if he had to, though
sticking by his first concern that there be no American casualties.
And Julia was going to be flown out, but it sounded like Val was
going to stay.
        The extra agents would not be reaching Bari until after dark,
Pute was reporting next. Jess and Flee were fighting to stay awake,
not wanting to do speed then yet, but went out to Mo and her
security companions once more and asked them to let everyone
know about the situation, so they could all make their own decisions,
then went back to bed and re-conked.
        As dusk neared, Kit was wakened by a dream of their plane
or something being blown up, waking the girls with his terror, and
they calmed him. Pute told them that their newly-purchased Lear
Jet was in at the airport and Kit tried talking the girls into taking it,
with Gena and Savanna, somewhere safe - even back home. But Jess
said nope, they were not splitting up. Not then. And not as far as she
could think. And she couldn't abandon her friends in Jevo either, she
argued. "Not now. Not ever, Hotey."
        Kit dropped some tears as he looked into her pure azure eyes.
Let me tell ya. She kissed and comforted him, telling him they would
be all right, but keeping their new "army" a surprise a while longer.
He kept his dream to himself, tearing inside whether that was right or
wrong, though Jess tried prying it out of him. He just told her that he
had forgotten it.
        Will was already at the airport, looking for all the flak jackets
he could find and checking out the 7 and her load, working the weight
and balance when Gena got there, who was also being protected by
some of the "army". Will had just enough fuel put into the Doug to
get to Jevo, to keep the weight as little as they could over the gross
takeoff limits, besides thinking about bullets hitting the tanks.
        Meanwhile, our guys were making plans to chopper from the
villa, using Mona's two Bell helos, being powered up by her pilots on
the ramp as Will and Gen started the final walkaround inspection of
the 7.
        Within minutes, the chops rotored down onto the villa's lawn
and the guys and the rest of their army there were ready. They left
the suits cuffed in the living room, but Jess told them that they
would be rescued in a few minutes, and asked them if they couldn't
get the cavalry called off, adding that she hoped that they would at
least tell the others that they had been treated well; and she and the
rest of them walked out to the Bells, their soldiers protecting them
from the agents waiting outside the villa grounds, and they boarded
as Jess started filling Kit in on the stuff he had missed while asleep,
though not her dream.
        Will and Gen had the engines all running when the choppers
came in. Pute was updating that the extra agents were about 15
minutes out as they saw their own 727 taxiing in. The eight suits that
had been monitoring them at the villa were in their cars on the way to
the airport, with the two out of the cottage, comming the movement
and situation as they knew it to black ops, Pute was picking up.
        The guys asked Mona to ask their new recruits, and the
originals, if they would be up to following them to Sarajevo,
assuming the agents would be doing the same.
        Mo looked at the girls and said, "I'm sure your soldiers will do
that."
        Kit asked Jess and Felecia one more time to take the Lear with
Gena and Savanna.
        The girls together answered, "shut up, Cody," though nicely.
        They hugged and kissed goodby with Mo and So then, up in the
crotchpit, did more of the same with Will and Gen, thanking them for
everything, and asked them to stay and be on call to crew the Lear.
Their friends reluctantly accepted the assignment, expressing concern
for the guys' safety, then hugged with Buz and Vanna on their way
off the ship.
        Jess and Kit strapped on the front seats, Flece one of the rears,
Buz the engineer's and Savvy the jump, and they got moving out to
the runway, waving back to everyone on the ramp.
        The country muse was still going at Monument, they heard on
one of the ADFs. And words between songs were about details of
the WPG plan - the military, humanitarian, agricultural and space
plans - which was also all over the media and internet. And the
figures were flying around the planet on the "WPG effect" - a $3 to
$5 Trillion per year immediate increase in world GDP which would
increase exponentially over the years.
        Well, the Douglas was ready, Buz reported, as they reached
the runup area. Kit made the radio call and they rolled their 99,643
pounds on out to the numbers and Jess turned them into the wind,
stopped to check everything and everyone was "go".
        "Tally ho!" Buz confirmed, Kit gave a clenched-teeth smile all
around and Vanny and Flee gave their words of encouragement.
Jess took the 3,6oo or how many horses then in her throttle hand,
between her beautifully slender fingers, smoothly advanced the levers
and the raw power shook them and thundered over their talk. They
used almost all the runway, climbed slowly up and kept Pute on the
modem with the satellite phone and he told them - Flee reading his
screen - that black central (out of D.C.) was telling the operatives,
flying into Bari in a C130 Hercules, to keep on going to Sarajevo to
apprehend the crew of the 7. And the other agents were getting into
the Cheyennes at the airport with the same orders.
        "Check with Mo if our guys are going to go," Kit asked Flece.
        She dialed Mona on another phone and got the word. "They're
loading up now!"
        "Aw, God bless 'm!" Jess cheered.
        "I'm figurin' we can get out of Jevo in the '27 and meet Gen
and Will in the Lear somewhere," Kit added.
        The girls agreed, and Savvy asked, "what did you guys DO?!"
        "Uh, well, Sav," Jess took it, "we've just been helping out the
WPG..." and looked around to see how well she had been believed,
and smiled.
        "I don't care what you guys've done," Buz said, working the
engineer panel, "this is fucking FUN!" and grabbed Vanna for a hug
and kiss, then Flece for the same.
        "Well, there's a positive attitude," Kit laughed. Jess was flipping
switches, turning knobs and tweaking controls as she climbed them
out once more over the Adriatic and Kit looked at her and added,
"and this one's the mother lode sponge, i'n' she? Learns how to fly
a DC 7 in a half hour!"
        "How long've you been flyin', Jessy?" Buz wondered.
        "Uh, what is it, Hotey?...almost three months?..." she answered,
kind of humbly, Kit just nodding in amazement.
        "Jeezuz fucking Christ!..." was Buz's reaction. "Have you flown
a 7 before, Kit?"
        "Nope," Kit answered.
        "AW GAWD, Savanna, stay on top of 'm, will ya?" Buz kind of
joked.
        "What, Buz...you don't trust me?" Jess taunted back.
        "Depends what you're doin', beautiful," Buz smiled.
        "Sure, always her," Kit kidded in a mocked hurt tone, then
asked, "what's Pute got, Flee?"
        Well, the whizzer had more from Sarajevo. War. Goddam war.
The Serbs were crazy and shelling the city and going for the airport.
And the jokes were over. They tried calling Sara, but could not reach
her. And, for some dam reason, Simon and Garfunkle came on stage
at Monument right in the middle of the country music. Jess cranked
up the ADF, and Paul and Arty started through "Bridge Over
Troubled Water".
        "Sail on Silver bird..." they sang when they got to the chorus,
and our guys sang along, "...your time has come...to shine...all your
dreams are on their way...see how they shine..." they all sang up there
in their pit of cocks and clits, still climbing up over the Adriatic Sea,
the Hercules and Cheyennes catching up to them.
        Meanwhile, back at Camp Dave, some heavy-duty old and
crusty gents had come up to the compound, Bill wondering who had
invited them, and they were giving the Execs and the President one
final notice: "take our money offer and drop this WPG shit now or
reap the whirlwind, ladies and gentlemen," was pretty much their gist,
pith and point. Bill was not even sure who these guys were, but had
seen them before in big important meetings. He and the Xecs were
busy with the reports from Sarajevo, especially the one about the 7
on its way back with the agents on their tail. So they ignored those
heavy boys, though wondering if those were their agents.
        Except Joni Mitchell. She said, "do you guys really want to go
into history as the idiots who tried to stop this, despite all the money
you'll make?" having made the assumption that they were at the top
of the military-industrial food chain.
        "OK, everyone..." Bill stood up, "...this is the way it's going to
be..." looking around at everybody in his office, "...you jerks,"
looking at the old guys, "are leaving...unless you want to call your
goons off that DC 7...." And they were escorted out at the Prez's
order after giving a "what goons?" response.
        Then Bill continued, "...and our forces are going to protect
everyone needing protection in Sarajevo, and hopefully NATO and
the UN will help..." and instructions and phone calls went on from
there as the Execs cheered him on. "Dam 'thals," the Prez let out
under his breath.
        "Neanderthals..." a staffer explained for the Xecs.
        Back over the Adriatic, finally leveled out at 7,ooo feet, Kit got
Pute onto the flight numbers and weather and Jevo conditions. And
the speed got passed around. They got the word that the agents were
behind them and that their army was in the air. The sky was full of
storms, but the airport's approach zone was the problem - it was full
of Serbs, though friendly forces were on the move against them.
        Later, as they neared the Dubrovnik lights, they plunged into a
rain storm. And it darkened their moods some. They were scared a
little, all right, of Sarajevo. And tired a little, although the speed was
taking effect.
        Kit looked at his angel with a little worry showing in his brow
and she said, "don't go worryin' on me now, Quixote, you got to get
us in OK...OK?"
        He took her throttle hand to his lips for a kiss and promised,
"I'll get you in OK...we'll all get in OK, majesty."
        "Feelin' your Wheaties there, Kitto?" Buz interjected.
        "Yeahup...guess I am, Buz...I'm sure proud of these girls..."
a couple tears dripping down when he blinked.
        "THAT's sure the sooth now," the Buzzer agreed, and kissed
Savvy, then Flece, sitting next to him, then unbuckled and leaned up
over the seats to kiss Jess. "Sorry, Kitto, but I'm not going to kiss
you, OK?" he added, trying to lighten up the conversation again as he
sat back down in the engineer's seat.
        "Well then I won't kiss you either, you big lug," Kit came back.
And, as they all laughed, they were feeling invincible. Almighty, even.
Like some kind of conquerers. And really pretty good, as they started
putting on the flak jackets and helmets and hanging jackets up under
the side windows and putting them under their butts and wrapping
them around their groinal areas. And Jess said over the heavy hum
of their four powerhouses outside, "I love you, Kit Cody."
        Kit, well, he just melted. And he quietly let, "I love you" out of
his mouth, looking over at her, but they had flown dead smack into
the cell of the storm. Heavy rain and light hail was pounding against
the windshield and leading edges, and had drowned out his voice.
        Jess and Flee were startled by the noise and turbulence and the
fear that the windshield or worse would break, but Kit had the
controls and was slowing them down and Buz yelled out that it was
not a problem. They were through it in 20 seconds and could see out
ahead again, then Jess, Kit and Sav donned the goggles.
        They tuned into Jevo Approach and used the code that Sara
had taught them for position, intentions and stuff. Serbs were
undoubtedly monitoring the freq. The guys were number two to
land behind a 727, Approach came back in code for them. They
asked for conditions and the word came back: fire probable in the
approach zone and possible on the ground. No code needed there.
        Jess asked what everyone thought about coming in downwind,
and was just a little ahead of the others. They all agreed it was better
than no edge. So they headed a little North to go past the airport and
land from the East, and Kit radio'd that in, definitely in code. Buz
was checking fuel levels and calculating and saw that they would be
real damn close, but would get there, so did not see any need to
concern anyone else about that.
        The Prez, Xecs and staff were following the events closely up
at the Camp as they still talked about how the US could get Russia
and China to go in with them on the WPG. And they were hoping the
mercy flyers would be all right. They were certain, by then, that it
was Jessy, Felecia, that old man ("Uncle" Kit, Bill was remembering)
and some others, they had heard. Bill got on line to his commander
in Bosnia, wondering if they could get some support to that DC 7.
The general told the President that he was getting that approach
zone cleared out for them as they spoke. The West approach.

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