Jess and Flee took the front seats, maneuvering Kit out of the
cockpit with some laughs. Yeah, they were really up tight. Cody took
the cabin seat behind Felecia.
        "Which way, 'keemosobby'?" Jess asked him.
        "Where do you want to go?"
        She thought a little, looking out the window, up into the starry sky,
noticing the break in the clouds, then said, "I wonder what they're
trying to tell us...."
        "Who?" the other two asked.
        "Them," and pointed to the "stars" high up at their twelve-o-clock
position that were moving all around and making symbols with their
points of light as Kit came up to the cockpit and peered out the
windshield with the girls.
        "Holy fuhh..." Felecia exhaled.
        "Can you make it out?" Kit wondered.
        "Well..." Jessy said, "I could be way off...but it looks like they're
sayin'...'end'...?" and caught a look at Kit's and Flee's faces, still looking
out and up while nodding agreement.
        "Ohhh...they're moving again!" Flece said.
        Jess looked back up and added, "wow! look at 'm move!...now it
looks like...'war'!?..." The guys concurred.
        "Gaaahd...they really are out there!" Felecia reveled.
        "'Mazin', ain't it, Flee?" Jess wisped as she kept watching.
        "Yep...I think that's what they're sayin', Jess," Kit said, and the
"stars" bunched into three points and zipped behind the clouds as the
guys expressed all their awe.
        Flece pondered aloud, "I wonder how many people saw that."
        "Well, we sure did...so, um, Quixote...where's the war they're
talkin' about?" Jess asked. Well, it was '95. It was Bosnia, among other
spots.
        "Bosnia," he answered.
        "That's East, isn't it?" Jess said.
        "Pretty East, me pretty," he came back.
        "It's pretty across the OCEAN!" Flece contributed.
        "Welp, that's where I want to go. That OK with you, cowgirl?"
        "What, like I have a say...yeah, sure...." Flee gave her best friend
a 'why the hell not' look.
        "Wo! Hold on!" Kit interjected. "You guys are NOT going to any
war zone!"
        Jess just looked at him, then said, "you saw the lights." He
dropped his head, shook it, then slowly looked back up to her face. She
added, "what?...we'll be safe."
        He gave her a doubting look and snicker but said, "OK...we'll go...
but you guys will not go into a war zone."
        "OK," Jess answered sweetly and gave him a kiss. He didn't
believe her and figured he would be reminding her in the near future.
Then she asked, "can we get there in this?"
        "Yep," he answered.
        "Well, let's go end war, by Lordy," and she and Flece got them
started up and going with their lights on. Kit worked with the charts and
GPS and told them, "head along the lake coast, then up the river to
Montreal so we can get some fuel." She rogered that and he commed
Sundance about the "star" message, leaving the word.
        "Hoo hoo!" Jessy cheered as she and Flee got them in the air.
"'Your-up'! What a fine destiny, Hotey!" He just nodded with a roll of
his eyes as he continued working with Pute.
        Head East - the band - was playing on the Flower Power
Network broadcast from Monument, doing "Never Been Any Reason",
and their honeynesses sang heartily along.
        They landed soon enough in Montreal. Cywoman still didn't have
anything for Pute on the new agents. The encryption was the toughest
they had come up against, the computers related, but "she" had been
working ahead on the flight clearances and muddying their trail. The
guys washed up a little and bought pops and snacks while they got
refueled and were off right away for Newfoundland.
        They were in scattered cloud sky, and after leveling off, the
moon set and the East filled with dawn's magenta, rose and Gold. The
fifth of July. After sunrise, they spotted a huge flock of geese flying
way below over an even huger herd of what looked like moose.
        "Hey, there's Bullwinkle!" Jess cracked, and Flece and Kit
wondered aloud if their number one girl was OK, but she just went on
about Rocky and Bullwinkle, Boris and Natasha, Kit wondering how
she knew so much about R&B, since they were from his generation.
        "Early satellite," she divulged. "Ya can't tell me I don't know the
classics."
        "O yeah," Flece dug it, "they're right up there with 'War and
Peace', would ya say there, Kit?"
        "I guess I was thinkin' 'Ulysses'," he grinned.
        Not long after, the agents were found cuffed to that Cub back in
Pennsylvania, got their clothes back on and tracked down a phone.
They called in, embarrassed to hell, and the intelligence search was on
for the Eagle, the controllers embarrassed themselves that they hadn't
started one when their agents hadn't reported in.
        Our three had headed West for a few miles after takeoff back
there in Pennsylvania, so that's the info the suits gave their control.
But these guys had access. Their headquarters in D.C. went back
through satellite pictures and saw the moonlight reflections off the
plane until it had disappeared under the overcast South of Canada.
They put in a request for the infrared and were assured of it within
the hour, but started real-time sat scan of the 421's range from where
it went under the clouds.
        Well, there were plenty more geese than Cessna Golden Eagles
flying that part of Canada the guys were over. It didn't take long for
the suits to find them, though the guys were maybe an hour short of
where the big boys had thought they would have been. Hm. Anyway,
the suits scrambled a crew into the air out of Boston in a 4oo-MPH
Piper Cheyenne turboprop.
        The good news was that Cy had cracked the encryption and
knew of their pursuit, and was waiting for Puter to get back to her
on the modem again. Vanilla Fudge - the band - was playing on the
Network. "You Keep Me Hanging On" was the song. And the
Cheyenne was catching up at 15oMPH.
        Pute gave them all the happy news as they taxied in at Hebron,
on the Labrador coast. Cy added the new info that it was some
black ops group.
        "Shit!" Kit let out, and the girls agreed. They went into the FBO
store to buy overseas gear as they got refueled, used the restrooms
and bought more pops and snacks, then were right on their way, the
Cheyenne about two hours out. Kit worked with Pute on finalizing
the clearances into Greenland and Iceland as the girls got them headed
for the runway. They listened to the coverage of the demonstrations in
all the capitols, between the songs from Monument, and the young for
sure were taking charge. They had the fire. They loved the idea and
excitement. And it was going to be their world.
        Kit and Jess convinced Felecia to take the first nap on the back
seat, knowing that they would have to fly straight through, though
not knowing what would happen when the suits caught up to them.
        "Maybe it'll be a good ole shoot out," Jess had a raised brow for
Kit.
        "O, sure, Calamity Jessy and Wild Kit Quixote," he came back,
checking that all three pistols were fully loaded.
        "Don't forget F'lecee Oak-a-ley back there now."
        "O Lord," he gave her back as he checked the dynamite in the
flight case. And she patted his leg.
        They flew at regular altitude, since the "bastards" had the
real-time pics of them anyway, Cygirl had told them. So they put on
Otto and our two globetrotters flew united, just like the "good 'n ole
days," Jess put it.
        "This sure brings back mammaries," she smiled into his face,
sitting on his lap.
        "The best, maj...may as well go out with a bang, A?" Yeah, he
was loosening up some.
        On the ground at Nuuk (Godthab), Greenland, they had the
news that the Cheyenne was just departing Hebron, so they commed
Sundance to ask Denmark, a newly-signed country, and Greenland's
owner, to delay the Cheyenne in customs or somewhere for them.
        "We'll try," came back.
        They topped off the tanks and the girls got Kit to take the next
nap so he would be awake for the firefight, they kidded. Ha, like that.
Then our ladies flew united themselves across Greenland and over
the Denmark Strait to Iceland, also a signatory. Pute reported as they
taxied in that the suits in the Cheyenne had been delayed some in
Nuuk, but were only an hour out from Reykjavik. So the guys'
request went in for another delay in Iceland as they refueled and got
going for England. And Jess layed down for her nap.
        "I've never been part of a revolution before, Mister Cody,"
Flece brought up as they climbed out over the North Atlantic. "And
I've always wanted to fly myself to Europe..." And, as Kit laughed
and set up Otto, Flee took her clothes off and turned up the cabin
heat, then his as she mounted his lap. "If they're going to catch us,
we may as well make it interesting."
        "O Lord...uh...yeah...we were sayin' the very same thing a little
earlimmmmmmmm..." he was saying until her lips took over.
        They flew on into the nighttime, Kit even losing attention some
as they let loose their passion. A few minutes after orgasms, though,
he turned the modem on to check. The agents had been delayed in
Iceland too, but were in the air and back to an hour or less behind
and would catch up to them at the next stop. So he got to thinking.
        He put on the gloves and got together anything expendable that
could float, the Emergency Locator Beacon and several quarts of oil
and put it all near the door. Then they started a descent and he had
Flece radio "Mayday" calls, saying they had engine problems and
were going down. Then they made it under the overcast Pute had
been showing them and turned the outside lights off.
        Jess woke up from the commotion and noticed Kit by the door,
naked, and asked what the hell was going on.
        "Help Flee on the controls, maj," he answered, "we're stagin' a
crash."
        "Got it," and she went forward and found Flece still naked,
except for the IR goggles, getting ready to level them off on the deck.
        "Woo, it's hot up here," Jess smiled as she got on the other gogs
and took the right seat, then commented how nice best friend looked
in, uh, just her goggles.
        "You're not mad, are ya?" Felecia asked.
        "Just that I missed it," Jess smiled.
        They leveled out at about 5o feet, Kit opened the top half-door,
turned on the ELB, which could float, opened up the quarts of oil, told
the girls to chop the power, flung everything down, to clear the tail,
yelled "POWER!", closed the door and rejoined the ladies as they flew
on toward England under the clouds on the deck. Kit adjusted the
Eagle's radar to look out for ships, told them to bring the power back to
22's squared and added, "if you see any blips, steer as far away as you
can."
        "Uh oh," Jess tweaked in her best Cockney, "ah've got a blooody
blip on my immediate left," and looked through her gogs at Kit's hot
peter as he stood between the girls.
        "Oooo, blimey, mate, 'at's noh' a blip...'at's a blooomin' bogie it
is," Flece sassed right along and she and Jessy laughed.
        "O yeah, I forgot, this is all funny," he smiled, but went right to
Jessy's lips to make sure everything was OK. Well, she let him sweat a
few seconds, asking him if he enjoyed it with Felecia and such, then got
up to give him the seat and gogs, giving him a hot smacker and feel as
they were both in transition. Then she took her clothes off and got on
top of Flee after Kit had the controls.
        "If they're going to catch us..." Jess started, and they all finished
that line together, then the girls pleasured each other. After those
orgasms, Jess went over to Kit's lap for more before going back to the
back bench for more sleep.
        Kit hooked up the modem while he cooled down, hoping that
they would hear the right news, brought the power back to 20's
squared to further extend their range and lower the heat signature even
more, steered away from a few boats miles away and started a long
talk with Felecia about everything and anything.
        They made it all the way to a grass strip on the southern coast of
Norway, landing in the rain and dark, and waited for the news as they
all had more sex and naps on the back seat or floor.

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