The agents had lost them, Pute reported in a while. The guys
cheered wildly and fived each other in the back of their Cessna, well,
if you include bumping naked butts as fives. They sure do, you
know.
        The suits in the Cheyenne had flown on to Glasgow to wait for
instructions after checking out the Atlantic crash site with their night
vision goggles on. They had looked for survivors as long as their fuel
had allowed, and had reported the small oil slick and debris, but were
leaving open the possibility that it had been a ruse. It would be
checked more in the morning by others, assuming good enough
weather. The storms had blocked out most of the Eagle's infrared on
their passage to Norway, but the guys' lower power settings had
sealed the deal, though only IR experts would have known that. It
had been one of Kit's better guesses of late.
        Then, as our trio enjoyed a little more sex back in the Cessna,
Kit put Pute onto another chore and, within the hour, they flew on
to Copenhagen and parked right next to, then quickly boarded the
Gulfstream IV that Puto had chartered to take them to Italy.
        At their behest, Ingrid, their new, beautiful-knock-out-29-year-
old-blond-crack pilot, took one of Kit's bogus-but-good-paying credit
cards into the FBO office to pay the Eagle's fuel and tie-down bills
in advance, then rejoined them out in the jet to get the heck going.
        They were in the clear, Puter informed them, as they taxied.
But he mentioned all the initials looking for a piece of their hides -
FAA, FBI, NSA, CIA, DIA, NRO, Treasury, ATF, Interpol and the
rest. His Chipness also relayed from "The Girl" (Cygirl) that the IRS
was starting procedures for an audit of the Truchas corporations. So
Flee e-mailed BR and Kit called Jul and Ri to tell them that news.
And the FAA was already inspecting Rockhead and North Air also
came in from "Reality Boy" before they hit the air.
       "Aw SHIT!" Jess let out from the captain's seat, Ingrid
copiloting for her, as they took off to the East, then headed South.
        Everyone else yelled in unison, "WHAT?!?!"
        "I forgot to call Mom!"
        Well, Jess did call home as Ingy taxied them in on their first
stop: Berlin. They had decided to make short hops on the way. They
were still into any edge they could create. And Ing could and would
say that she dropped them off somewhere other than Italy. She,
naturally, had taken an immediate strong liking to our three. And
those feelings were innately from-the-git mutual.
        Jessy did not tell Ginny about the trouble. She told her where
they were, though, and some about Washington. Felecia called home
too and got chewed way to hell, her parents just livid that she could
not have seen them when Jess and she were in town, besides hearing
from Ginny about Kit. Flee strongly and heartfully apologized and
tried to explain. And Jessy seconded it all for her best friend's cause
and fate. And that calmed Flece's folks down. Some. Barely.
        Then our three called all the "kids", who were still working the
demonstrations in D.C., and they and the demonstrations were going
equally strong. They next called Denali, to check on the FAA's
progress, or lack of. The guys there were doing just great and dealing
just fine with the predicament, Wiley and Orville in close touch with
their FAA and ex-war hero buds on the matter. And the ole guys
wanted more ole planes.
        Meanwhile, Putey found a Learjet sitting around in Athens to
buy and made the arrangements to have it delivered to Bari, Italy.
Then they learned from "Lapmeister" that their Eagle had been
found and was being staked out in Copenhagen, and agents
searching the city for them. P also reported that the WPG had filed
the suit in the World Court, plus in all of the supreme courts in the
world. And our guys flew on to Austria, Kit falling asleep on the
way while working with Pute. The girls went on about how cute he
looked. O yeah. Right.
        On the ground in Vienna, they sent money to their missions
and the funds after checking their finances, doing well themselves
in the market and Alaska, and got Pute onto ordering medicine and
food and stuff to fly into Sarajevo from Bari. And they flew on to
Rome. Then to Bari.

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