The guys were taxiing in at Lunken after two in the morn, checking in
with Pute, when they saw the word that there were suits definitely on their
tails. They shut down at Aero Marine as Buz was loading their guns. They
had called in to Aero before approach, ordering up a rental Jeep, and had
checked on the radio as they had taxied to hear for sure it was in the lot and
ready to scoot.
        Another jet - a Sabreliner - was landing, also in from D.C., the guys
had picked up on the radios on Approach, then Tower and then Ground.
"Probably our suits," Kit warned everyone, "...sure's not the 'meegs..."
(who were on their own quick tour of the Eastern US or headed back West),
"...and we'll probably have some more already here to fight off...."
        "Let's fly back to D.C. and get Bill's help," Jess suggested.
        "Well, let's check this out first. I don't see any suits here....Buz 'n I'll
check it out....BR, you stay here with the girls, close the door and...if we
can't get back to the plane, you guys go on back to D.C....If there're no
suits, we'll signal and you all hightail it to the Jeep." BR nodded.
        "Aw dammit, Hotey, there you go again..." but Jess was just concerned
for Kit and Buz.
        "Please, precious..." Kit came right back and Buz agreed with him, for
all the reasons, especially that their Citation was slower than a Sabre, plus
the suits wouldn't be expecting a fight. Hopefully. And Kit was pissed he
hadn't thought far enough ahead. So was Buz.
        Cincy was in his office in the terminal building, listening in on Approach,
Tower and Ground, and knew the deephearts were out there on the tarmac
and knew there were operatives in the Sabreliner, and knew in detail their
attempt to fly in ahead of our guys and ATC's effort to keep them behind
the Citation. He loaded his handgun and left his office.
        Kit reminded Jess of her promise as he kissed her on his way out, and
he and Buz jogged on into the FBO office. T'were no suits in there either.
They got the keys for the Jeep, Kit leaving a credit card, a desk attendant
giving taxi instructions to a Falcon Jet coming in, and the guys ran out back
to check, guns ready, as they heard the Sabreliner taxiing in. No suits out in
the lot neither. Buz went for the Jeep to unlock and start it while Kit ran out
the sidewalk and signalled for the others. They all raced out of the jet, the
Sabre's taxi lights just missing them as they ran across the ramp.
        They ran on to the Jeep as Kit instructed BR: "take the girls to OUR
farm..." (Jess's niece and nephew-in-law hadn't moved in yet, and our guys
had some guns there) "...and call the folks (already back from D.C.) on
your way, to get them out of their place."
        BR was getting a gun from Buz, though, and said, "I'll stay with you
guys," as they heard the Sabreliner's engines whining down.
       "You sure, lawman?!" Kit asked his old friend.
        "Yep," their lawyer answered.
        "Jess...you drive," Kit ordered her. Buz ran out toward the front of
the building and saw the Sabre's door open and four black-suited hombres
coming down the ladder.
        Jess was stressing. "We're not going to leave you guys!" as she got
into the driver's seat.
        "Don't argue now, precious. Please...."
        Buz came runing back, "four suits five seconds behind!"
        "GO, JESS! It's NOW, angel!" Kit demanded and kissed her through
the window. She gave him an angry-worried look, but reluctantly, though
fast, pulled out of the lot as the boys hurried over to get against the back
wall of the building.
        "You ever used a gun before?" Buz quietly asked BR.
        "Yeah," BR's Vietnam experience flashing before his mind's eye as
they heard the hurried steps approaching, then saw the operatives jog out
into the parking lot, guns in hand, trying to get a glimpse of the Jeep they
all heard going up the airport access road.
        They turned around and Buz said to them, sounding casual as hell,
our three guys pointing their guns right at the suits from a slightly spread
formation, "no sense in anyone getting hurt here...." All of them herd that
and the Falcon shutting down its engines out on the ramp, all the guns
pointing to someone (Buz had two) and various parts of the bodies, and
all of them telling the other side to drop their guns.
        Jessy stopped the Jeep up the road, turned the lights off and turned
around, sneaking them back close enough to see all of the men under the
lot lights with those guns on each other. "Why don't WE have guns,
cowgirls?" she said.
        Flee and Savvy both answered in the same tone and those three
wondered together whom they should call and what they should do.
Then Cincy pulled up quietly behind them, his lights off, pulling off to
the side of the road, and got out with his gun drawn and made no noise
with his door.
        Jess noticed him in the mirror too late, and jumped in her seat when
she did. He came to her window and said, just above a whisper, "get out
of the Jeep, get in the ditch, stay down and stay quiet. And if you have
guns, don't be foolish enough to try to use them....NOW."
        The girls complied, plenty scared, and not realizing how sacred they
were. After they laid down in the ditch, though, Jess was peering out
above the berm to see what was happening with the guys, wondering
how to get the old man's gun or what to yell and when, wishing she had
her phone to call the folks.
        "We don't want to have to kill you," one of the suits was telling Kit
and the guys, "...but, if we have to, we have to."
        Buz came back, "pretty much the way we feel, gents."
        Kit then spoke, "hay...nobody has to hurt anybody...I'm the one you
want..." (just hoping to take the fire for his pards. He had started it all, his
reasoning reasoned on).
        The speaking suit asked, "are you Cody?"
        "No, I'm Cody," said one of the two suits slowly walking out of the
grassy shadows to everyone else's flank, their guns drawn on the suits.
        "What the fuuuhh..." Kit murmurred.
        "No he's not," Buz said, "I'm Cody."
        The four suits were slowly spreading out, and it was feeling like OK
Corral time, Kit mentions in the telling. But the two new suits had Macs,
they all noticed, and were apparently on our guys' side. And, as Kit got
better looks at them, he noticed they looked real dam familiar.
        Then one of the four suits said, "we're goin'."
        "That'll work," Buz was quickest to answer.
        "No problem here," one of the new two suits added. And the four
operatives cautiously walked their way back to the sidewalk - gun-pointing
very critical at that point - and backed their way out toward the tarmac
and then Kit realized who those other two suits WERE! They were the
two that he and the girls had hogtied to the Cub back in Pennsylvania!
And they saw that he recognized them.
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