Sara and others reached the 7 as the truck with the stairs rolled
up. Buz opened the door and their friends came up and in and
hugged and cheered with the guys, finding out everyone's condition
while the tug attached onto the front wheel.
        "God, I was so scared for you," Sar cried, "I didn't think you
were going to make it!"
        "You call this makin' it?" Jess quipped as they hugged.
        Kit asked Sara about her situation, which was OK, considering,
and Jess told her that the guys in the Hercules - and the others in the
Cheyennes - were all there to apprehend them, and that that was their
own "army" in the '27.
        "O Lord...wha...there's more after you all the time, Jessica!"
their friend remarked.
        Jess answered, "O, you know the deference to beauty...it's just
a shame," smiling to all the chuckles.
        Sar volunteered any help she could give and filled them in on
the battle as far as she knew about it, then mentioned all the attention
the guys had on them, telling them that they were heroines and
heroes to a lot of people there.
        "I don't think that's going to matter slick to those guys," Buz
said as the tug brought them toward the ramp, motioning his head
and eyes to the operatives coming out of the Herc - maybe 20 of
them - and the Cheyennes shutting down next to them. There was
also a huge crowd and television lights in front of Sara's office and
hangar, ready to welcome their crew and unload the 7. And the 50
that had flown over in the 727 were walking alongside the Douglas
or waiting at the front of the gathering, armed with Uzis or other
automatics.
        "Well, though..." Buz added, "I guess we do have them a little
outgunned. Tally HO!" and he hugged and kissed with Savvy.
        The carnage going on in the streets and fields outside the
airport was one-sided. The Serbs were beat. They were surrounded,
surrendering or slipping away. And that news was spreading like
wildfire among the crowd on the ramp. Celebration had begun.
When the tug stopped the 7 in front of Sara's hangar, the guys'
army surrounded their ship and the operatives in their warrior dress
stopped their walk toward the 7, retreated back toward the
Hercules, then huddled there as they communicated to black ops.
        Back at Camp David, the President was most inspired and
elated about the outcome of the battle. He called Boris to ask him if
he had been watching, and Boris had. They talked on some more
about the WPG, reasoning together about whether or not they could
actually do it if China joined them. And they agreed that yeah, it
might work IF China joined them in it. Then the Execs decided it
was time to push. They told Bill, still on line with Bory, that they
were going to announce Paris for the 14th. The Presidents asked
them to reconsider, to wait until they had China. But the E had
considered it all with all their advisors, even though they were not in
touch with the WPO recently, and said they were going ahead. The
Presidents answered that they understood, though again asked for
reconsideration. But the Xecs put it out over their computer to the
media and Internet right there from Bill's office.
        Kit and Jess were comming Sundance minutes later, wanting to
check in, and the guys took in the news on the announcement and
then Sunny's story about the DC 7 and the battle in Sarajevo. Jess
took over on the com, Flece reading the screen for her (Jess's eyes
still a little flash-shocked), as the champagne was passed around the
plane - first things first - along with the ceremonial puro. She and the
Redman puted on about the need for China to be persuaded and how
to do that. Several minutes later Sundance closed with telling them
that if they do know of a "Deepheart" to warn her, him or them
about all the agents looking for her, him or them. Jess and Flee
snickered and gave him a "will do" and big "vaya con Dios".
        The people outside the plane then began chanting, "JES-SEE
...JES-SEE..."
        She opened her shattered side window, with Buz's help, then
waved and blew kisses down to them, saying to the others up in their
genitaliapit, "why me?"
        Kit gently pulled her back out of the window and started to get
a flak jacket back on her, telling her, "the suits might be gunning for
you, Jessy!"
        "Aw, darlin', I don't think so," the camera lights glowing up to
her, the reporters spinning the story of the young beautiful girl
spending her inheritance and risking her life to bring humanitarian
supplies into the war zone. And such. Meanwhile, the people below
kept up their cheering and the operatives across the ramp were still
huddled with the other agents at their planes.
        "Why me she says..." Flece chuckled.
        "Hell, cuz you bring in the beer!" Buz razzed.
        "Yeah," Savvy added, "did you get knocked senseless or
something, Jessy?"
        "Sure isn't your looks," Sara even contributed.
        "I think they're saying it's your juju, Jess," Savanna smiled.
        "Or your balls," Flee finished what she had started. Kit was
just smiling as he draped the flak jacket over his girl's shoulders.
        Well, that war in Bosnia was over. The reports kept coming in
to everyone there - folks yelling up to the cockpit - that it was all
over! And the party grew larger and larger out on the tarmac.
        "Dam..." Jess said, the guys wondering what. "Let's call Sunny
back and ask him to ask...Bill...to get the agents off 'Deepheart'."
        "Too late now, love," Kit answered, "it'd draw attention to us."
Buz, Sav or Sara did not quite understand what or whom they were
talking about, exactly, but did not want to ask.
        "Well, yeah, what the hell was I thinking," Jess sassed, "we
sure don't want any 'tension...do we," looking around at the crowd
all around their plane and beyond.
        "You know what the fuck I meant," Kit came back chuckling,
"'sides, they probably are trying to call off the hounds. But it's
probably some rogue military group," and looked over at the suits
and operatives, still all huddled around or inside the Herc.
        "Well, captain, then what do we do next?" and Jess leaned
over and gave him one luscious smacker on his lips.
        "How're your eyes, precious?" he asked after.
        "There's still some humongous spots, but they're goin' away."
        "God, you had me scared," Kit kissed her back.
        "It wasn't ME!" and she held on to him tight. "Well, so, what
is next, keemo? We don't want to start another war between the
agents and our guys. And we can't exactly sneak off this plane...or
the airport...aw, our poor DC 7, Kit...God..."
        "Yeah, I know, kinda sticks us on the ground, huh. And not
only is there Ginny and Craig's wrath to face, there's Wiley's too,"
he answered, and our three had a little laugh.
        "O God, that's right! She's going to see this on TV!...O fuck,
Flee, she IS going to kill 'm!"
        "She's got to catch 'm first," Flece matter-of-facted back.
        "God, I wonder where the prop ended up," Jess thought of.
"Chrise, I hope no one was hurt...look at those holes!" She was
sounding a little spacey as she looked around, though probably from
the gonja and champagne on top of everything else.
        "Yep..." Savvy answered her, "right over where Gena and
Will would've been sitting...."
        "Or Gena and ME!" Flece added.
        "Awmigod, that's right!" Jess gave a shocked look to Felecia,
and vice versa. And the girls hugged tight.
        Well, they got over that and talked on, trying to come up with
a plan, their after-shock, exhaustion and hunger taking its toll. And
the crowd chanted her name again down below, so Jessy waved and
smiled all around again, then pulled her head back inside the window
and looked around at everyone inside and just said, with her lit-up
face, "WOW!"
        Then it hit Buz's left brain. "Hey...let's use the spotlight...while
they're still into it...and try to get lost in the crowd and get to the '27
...."
        "Hey...not bad, Buz...that might work," Kit responded, "let me
see if Pute has their orders, Flee," and Flece handed Pute to Kit.
"'Course, if they were going to shoot at us...or superstar here...they
could have tried already."
        All Pute had was that the suits were all still ordered to take the
guys into custody. O, and more agents were on their way to counter
the guys' army. They decided in a few minutes on going with Buz's
plan and Sara started making calls to Walter and friends to help them
out.
        Doc Gabrielle showed up, came up inside the 7 and into the
organpit, and hugged and kissed with them all, seeing if anyone
needed anything medical, checked Jessy's eyes and had some pills
for shock for everyone. Kit wrote her another million dollar check as
she told them how many lives they had saved with the supplies and
money. That felt awful good to the guys. So did the pills, plenty fast
enough, too.
        They finally got moving, but not before all of them noticed the
huge piece of engine cowling sticking like a blade through the
fuselage next to Jessy's seat when she lifted up the flak jacket
hanging from the window's hardware.
        "No more!" Kit repeated his vow. "You hear me, highness?"
        "What?" she kidded, cupping an ear with her hand. Then she
took his arm, he took hold of her, Flee took her other side, and they
made their way to the door. "Next time we'll land the other direction,
OK?" she joked.

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