Kit got all of maybe 2o minutes sleep before the quiet from the
engines for the descent woke him. Felecia had gone back to the pit
and was calling Mona on the radio. Sofia answered and apprised
them that everything was OK there and that Gena and Will were
ready with the Lear, and Fleecy went back to first class to give that
word to the guys, then asked Kit how he was feeling, which was
"groggy, but no pain".
        Flee went back up front and Jess decided to tell Kit the dream
that she had had of his being shot. So she did. "I guess I should
have told you, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I told Fleesh...pretty uncanny,
though, huh?"
        Kit's mouth had already dropped. "Holy shhh...you know that
dream I didn't tell you about?..." They looked in their eyes just like
they would after seeing Lion and Swan or the mine strikes or the
rest - tears welling up, chills up and down the spines, and
goosebumps. "...The plane blew up," he finished, quietly, inside their
"Whisper Jet".
        "In your dream?!"
        "Yep."
        "Jeeezzuzz...gaawwdd, honey...ffuuuhhhk...we're really gettin'
a lot of life, aren't we?"
        "Feels so, angel...feels so," and they embraced with every bit of
their passion, kissing each other's face slowly, softly, ethereally and
or dreamily, then Kit added, "go get your 'boing' landing."
        "I already landed a boing right here, rockhead," discretely
touching his "woody".
        "Now you know where they got the name," he smiled.
        "You're too much, mi 'migo...yeah, ok, I guess I'll go boing
this one in. O, by the way, do you know I revere you?"
        "No I do not," and they kissed again. "Um...by the way, Martin
told me back in the South Carolina days that you gotta drive the two
seven onto the runway...even push the yoke in a hair just before
touching down - to raise the truck, which is behind the CG or center
of pressure, I guess. I don't know if it's true or not, but keep it in
mind, huh?"
        "Man," she smiled, "what don't you know?"
        "O...how to get younger..." and smiled. "...He also told me the
pilot's version of why they call it the whisper jet."
        "Um...'cuz all the lovers whisper?"
        "Well, that's a better one...but he told me it whispers 'I'm going
to kill you'. So I always figured it was because of all the weight in the
back, unless he was trying to tell me he was going to kill me, which I
don't want to elaborate on now."
        "Hhmm, you're goinna have to fill me in on that South Carolina
stuff. Well, I'm going to get me up there before it's too late."
        "You go there, your cowpokeyness."
        She kissed him one more wetty, then ambled forward to the
vulvapit and he got back on with Pute after watching her sweet glutei.
        Jess and Buz made a perfect landing in the rain, after coming
down the ILS perfectly, and Pute was back on with Cy, to the puters'
joy. And Ms. Chip told them that new agents were on their way to
Bari out of Germany in another Hercules, maybe an hour out, then
that China was in near revolution and that the shooting attack in
Sarajevo had been executed upon Kit because black ops had made
the assumption - with Cincy's and DC's help - that he was maybe the
head WPG guy, or the holographer, at least. Kit typed in that he had
already figured the attack had been on him: "DUH". But just kidding,
he added, all of them having been concerned that the attack might
have been on Jessy.
        Jess came back to rejoin Code as they taxied in and she read the
news with him, telling him how fun the landing was and that pushing
in the yoke does work, asking him if he wanted her to demonstrate it
on him. He just gave her a smiling eye.
        They contacted the Execs, and Sundance told them that Bill - the
President - was incensed at the attack on Jessy, then B, was trying to
find out who was using those Hercs and Cheyennes and C, had picked
up word that the attack had been on "Deepheart".
        "Uh oh," Jess said.
        "Well, that's the ball game," Kit said quietly, defeatedly.
        They asked the Sunmeister to ask the Xecs to ask Arnie to keep
close tabs on those black ops monsters. "They're a blight on the whole
WPG community," Jess commed, and RR concurred. They went on
about the agenda - war in Chechnya, Africa (when isn't there) and
wherever else it was in those summer days of '95. They decided to
ask Arn to commit some force in all of the war zones, but to try to
concentrate on furthering the revolution in China. And they proceeded
on to plans for Paris and after.
        France had come on board, pleased by the Paris choice. In fact,
most of the G7 were with them. Just not the US of A. At the end of
their com, they got around to the numbers of signatures and dollars
and the progress in all the courts and then it was "vaya".
        They called Sara to tell her that they had made it OK and asked
her how things were on her end. The agents were still in check, she
answered, and she had word on the 7's prop - it had killed a cow out
standing in a field. They had a laugh with the relief and Kit asked Sar
to send a good check to the farmer, they would reimburse her. Then
in a few more minutes it was "chow for now".
        The guys talked with Buz and Sav about what was next after
they had come back to the cabin, and agreed that B&S would pick up
the rest of the "army" in Jevo, drop them all off in Rome and use the
'27 to fly humanitarian missions into Chechnya out of Istanbul. They
wrote a three million buck check to get it started and buy that Boeing,
then Jess gave Savvy a Diamond-Sapphire out of their stash and
made her accept it.
        Mona had some pain pills, extra bandages and stuff for them
already in the Lear, along with Jessy's guitar and their change of
clothes (laundered), plus some bottles of Southern Comfort, if needed
for medicinal purposes, naturally, and some really nice food for them
in the office.
        They celebrated on. It was kisses and hugs away with all the
guys in the office, everyone getting the whole story as the girls told
what it was like being blown up in the middle of a war getting won,
then getting shot at and the rest. Then Jess thought it would be good
to call home and Kit cringed.
        Jessy would not let Ginny or Craig talk to Kit, telling them he
was sleeping, which they knew was a lie. Her parental units were
plenty inflamed and extremest-ly livid. But they chilled some. They
told Jess that they had seen the TV coverage and were supremely
proud of their girl, after all, after getting over all their fear for them,
and happy - so happy - that it was all over.
        Well, Jess broke it to Gin that they were headed on to China
again and, after another tirade, Ginny cooled again, some, knowing
that her girl was on her way to her stardom and starting in such an
amazing way that she could not really tell her exactly how proud she
was. Aw, those werdz. Then it was goodbys until later.
        Jess then called her natural father - it had been a good while -
and got a similar response, only a little less argumentative and a
tweak more insightful. But he was not saying he liked the Kit idea.
At all.
        Flece called home and got a lot of the same treatment. Then Kit
called his Mom. She asked how he was, then said, "well, you were
holding back from me, Kit. I knew you were, though. I'm very proud
of you, son. Now let me talk to those girls."
        Then there was the call to Alaska, just to hear Wiley rant, plus
to ask them to penetrate into China all they could muster, letting them
know that they were headed that way. Wiley suggested, fairly calmly,
that they just get the engines off the 7 and ship them home, then
asked them what they were going to wreck next. Well, Wile did not
care too much for Lears. But he did yell at Kit to keep those beauties
safer, goddammit, but admitted that the TV pictures were pretty dam
impressive, which was seconded by Orv. Especially the part where
Kit was shot. And it almost sounded like Wiley was getting choked up
- though only a little - when he said, "...guess we wouldn't even be
flappin' with ya, Buffalo, if you hadn't a looked down when you did...."
Our guys did get to say hay to Elaine and Tom, which ended at "see
ya soon".
        They called the guys in D.C. And the "kids" were most
ecstatically charged to talk with the "heroines" of Sarajevo and reported
that the D.C. plans for Monday were furious and full of impact,
hopefully. The folkers and rockers were definitely going strong, and
speeches by the stars were all inspirific to the inspiration. Our guys
missed everyone and everyone missed them, and they talked on about
everything else until "au revoirs".
        Finally, it was a call to Truchas just to hear each others'
voices. Aw, God, their love just immense. But then that dam Herc
and its load was getting close enough to Bari.
        Jess made Mo take a jewel - an exquisite Sapphire - and they
made it through their hearttwanging "areevadarecheese" and walked
out to their Lear with everyone around them. Gena and Will got
them going as Buz and Vanna fired up the '27.
        Pute and Cy were obfuscating everything they could for the
suits - like phantoming the Lear to Copenhagen and then them taking
the Cessna 421 from there - while they got their real flight cleared
through the countries to somewhere in Uzbekistan as they taxied.
        They hit the air right around 2 AM, Bari time, that 9th of July,
a humid Sunday morning where they were. They headed East along
the 41st North parallel, climbed up to, oh, 39,ooo feet on a "boney
fidey" IFR flight plan under Gena's wing, Jess doing the piloting up
to cruise, and the guys kicked back for a little rest, relax and talk
with Jas and Sage. And the more they talked, the more our three
wondered if their friends might not actually be spirits. But it was
nothing that specific. Just those darn feelings and ambrosial smells
and their guests' amazing wisdom.
        Kit passed out with the aid of some Southern Comfort,
stretched out on the couch along one side of the cabin, and someone
always stayed by him to make sure he did not roll onto his cracked
clavicle or the floor. And Jess and Will landed them about four hours
and four time zones later at a place called Urgench, "on the Amu
Darya River, South of the Aral Sea, just West of the Kyzyl Kum
Desert and North of the Kara Kum Desert and Turkmenistan...and
Iran," Jessy giving the travelogue as they taxied in, "...seems
somewhere between where Kyzyl and Kara cummed..." she finished.
        Code woke, wincing hard in the pain, and turned on the modem
and got the feed. The agents were on their way East, not biting on
any of the computers' subterfuge, having help from black central;
but the Cheyennes were way back over Turkey, having gotten out of
Sarajevo, and the Herc was even further back, having picked up the
other operatives there in Jevo. Black ops was planning on sparking up
regional conflicts, too, Puter reported, to thwart the WPG effort. And
over in China, the Chinese army's young soldiers were starting to join
the people's revolution - all the young leading bravely on - and the
regime was in a real puddle of "moo goo gai poo", Jess commented.
Buz and Savvy had also e-mailed in their report: they had gotten the
security guys back to Rome OK and were in Istanbul getting the '27
loaded.
        It was around 1 AM Sunday back in D.C., and soul had taken
over for the country music at the newly-authorized concert there in
the Capitol, same music going for Monument. James Brown had
started it off with Little Richard and the rest were following on, on
both stages: Chuck Berry, Sam Cook, Smokey, Tops, Al Green,
Diana, Mike and all of Motown, with Hooker, Guy and King and all
helping out with the blues out at Monument, plus the hiphoppers. It
just goes on and on and....you know it. There were concerts all over
the world in the capitols and wherever there were demonstrators.
The guys listened to it all as they got refueled and scooted to the
restrooms and vending machines and talked with the ground people
and all.
        "God, this is an awful fun airplane to fly too..." Jess said as she
sat down on Kit's lap after coming back into the cabin and moving
Pute off of him. "How're ya doin', your shotness?"
        He took some pain pills with a swig of the Comfort and
answered, "O...I'm doin' just super, darlin'. So...they let you fly this
beer can too, huh?" and gave her a hug as she caught the news from
Putey.
        "Well, they won't let me do any downwind landings...we're not
doin' too bad, huh?" summing the reports. He nodded his agreement
and she added, "I miss you, sweetheart...but it's good seein' you get
some rest."
        "Yeah...what're you guys runnin' on?"
        "I know. Adrenalin fumes, I guess. I think we're goinna join
ya this next leg."
        "Doin' any speed?"
        "Nah. Still on a natural."
        "Good for you, precious." They smooched some as the
refueling got started, then Jess got him to step outside to stretch and
see the pretty sights as Gena took care of the bill and Will checked
the ship. Then it was a modem call to Sundance while Cy handled
the flight clearance. They were just saying hay. Centering. And all
was good, real hearty and just about the same as hours before.

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