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The Central Pacific

The C-17A named Honey Girl cruised at 26,000 feet, making a steady four hundred and fifty nautical miles per hour as it headed toward the island of Guam. Its course would take it, quite coincidentally, within sixty miles of Taongi Atoll. Anyone who checked would find that this flight was entirely routine, and that Honey Girl was loaded with cargo needed at Andersen Air Force Base, Guam's huge military airfield. That it was able to carry two agents on an infiltration mission was a happy accident.

Kara was sitting in one of the fold-down troops seats along either side of the aircraft's cargo bay, reading a book she'd picked up at Hickam Air Force Base in Hawaii during their brief layover there. Ron was sitting nearby, apparently lost in thought. Finally, after a long silence, he sighed. Kara looked up from her reading. "Something wrong?" she asked. There was another long silence.

"I don't understand women," Ron finally said.

Kara suppressed the urge to say 'You're not supposed to' and, in a completely serious tone answered, "Well I do. Maybe I can offer you some insights."

Ron looked up at her. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Why does Kim want to spend time with Josh Mankey?" he demanded.

"I assume this Josh is a boy she's interested in?" Kara inquired.

"Oh yeah. She's totally crushing on him."

"What business is it of yours?" Kara asked, giving him a penetrating look.

"It's cutting into our hang out time," Ron explained.

"So you're jealous?" Kara asked.

"Me, jealous of Josh Mankey? No way! No…a little," he admitted quietly.

Kara raised one eyebrow. "Let's check that," she suggested.

"Uh, how?"

"Play along here: assume for the moment that your relationship with Kim is exactly the same as it is now, except she's a boy, and Josh is a girl. Do you still feel the same way?"

"Kim's a guy?" Ron repeated, sounding dubious.

"Yes," Kara nodded. "Kim's a guy, your inseparable friend since childhood, and now he's hanging out with some girl. Are you still upset?"

Ron's brow furrowed as he pondered the question. Eventually he was scowling, he was concentrating so hard. Finally he spoke. "Yes. Yes, I am still upset."

"Well then, you aren't jealous after all," Kara said. "You're resentful. There's a difference."

"Not much of a difference," Ron argued.

"It's subtle, but important," Kara admitted, "Resentment lacks jealousy's sexual baggage."

"S-s-sexual baggage?" Ron stammered.

Kara smiled patiently and tried to explain. "Kim's relationship with Josh is based on physical, which is to say sexual, attraction: that's what first drew her to him, wasn't it? She didn't know him as a person did she?"

"That's right," Ron confirmed.

"Her relationship with you, on the other hand, is founded on friendship, and deep down, she doesn't see you as boy any more than you see her as a girl."

"Of course I see her as a girl," Ron countered.

"Not really," Kara shook her head. "Oh, you know intellectually that she's a girl," Kara allowed, tapping her forehead, "But deep down, no."

"How can you tell?" Ron queried.

Kara's smile widened. "Because, in the time I've know you, you've checked out every other pretty girl you've seen, including me, but you've never given Kim a second look." Ron turned an alarming shade of red. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"Don't be," Kara told him. "It's a perfectly normal thing for a teenaged male to do."

"Ah, how do you know all this," he asked, wanting to change the subject.

"My mother was a doctor," Kara explained. "What she didn't teach me, I learned by reading her medical books."

Ron didn't miss the verb tense. "Was?" he asked.

"She died last year."

"I'm sorry," Ron said quietly. "Your father…?"

"When I was twelve." Kara lowered her head, and Ron began mentally kicking himself.

'Good work Ron,' he castigated himself, 'Remind her she's an orphan why don't you?' But then a tiny voice from his subconscious whispered 'Get back on your original subject Ron.' Ron's eyes widened. "Well," he said, making himself sound cheerful, "Now that you've solved my easy problem, maybe you'd like to take a crack at the difficult one?"

Kara looked up. She hadn't been crying, but a look of profound sadness vanished from her face. "What is it?" she asked, smiling again.

"Why girls won't go out with me," Ron said casually. 'And,' he said to himself, 'Why does my subconscious speak with Kim's voice?'


An hour later, as they approached the drop zone, Sergeant Tully, Honey Girl's loadmaster, was helping Ron don the gear he would need for the upcoming jump. The flying pack alone weighed 62 pounds, despite the effort and expense that had gone into making it as light as possible. Add into that the main 'chute, reserve 'chute, life preserver, life raft, emergency rations and other survival gear, and Ron was carrying an extra one hundred pounds. He was also wearing a rather silly grin, which caused Sergeant Tully to observe, "You're looking pleased with yourself. What gives?"

"I got a date to the Homecoming dance," Ron bragged, looking more than a little smug.

Tully glanced over to where Kara was being helped into her gear by another member of the plane's crew. "With her?"

"A-yup."

"Nice work," Tully grinned.

Ron checked the harness of his flying pack one more time, then gave Kara's the once over as well. Sgt. Tully repeated the process, then began a final safety briefing. "Remember, you have to go almost sixty miles, and you only have fuel for five minutes of powered flight, so glide as far as you can, and try to only use the engine to land, got it?" Ron gave a thumbs up, Kara nodded and repeated, "Got it," as she tightened the chin strap of her helmet.

"Mask up," Sgt. Tully ordered, donning an oxygen mask himself. When Kara and Ron had donned their full face masks Tully pointed to the push-to-talk button on the flight pack's left hand control grip. "Radio check."

Ron keyed his radio and said, "Eagle One, radio check." "Eagle Two, radio check," Kara followed. "Eagle One and Two, Eyrie reads you loud and clear." The sultry voice belonged to the Honey Girl's pilot. "DZ in two minutes."

Sgt. Tully plugged his own mask into the plane's interphone system. "We're read for depressurization ma'am."

"Understood," the pilot acknowledged. "Depressurizing aircraft." Ron's ears popped as air rushed out of the cargo bay. When the pressure had equalized Tully opened the huge rear cargo bay door. Ron and Kara walked slowly to the edge of the lower cargo ramp. Far below, the Pacific Ocean glinted in the sunlight, a wide expanse of wrinkled blue.

"DZ in 30 seconds," the pilots voice announced. Ron looked at Sgt. Tully, who stood with them, secured by a safety line. Tully's eyes were on the jump light. Ron was counting down in his mind. As he reached zero the jump light changed from amber to green and Tully pointed out the door and yelled "GO!" Ron, standing at the very edge of the ramp, let himself fall forward, and with a wild scream of delight plunged into space.

Kara proved to be an excellent flier. She stuck to Ron's right wingtip like she was glued there. "Maybe we'll have time for some aerobatics later," Ron suggested. Kara grinned and gave him a quick thumbs up. "I would like to see what this thing can do," she agreed.


They were down to two hundred knots, and had lost more than half their initial altitude, but they were halfway to their goal, which now lay in sight on the horizon.

Approaching from the north, Ron and Kara swept over a broad coral reef that was home to the rusting hulk of a fishing boat. Six miles ahead lay Sibylla, largest of Taongi's eleven islands. Six lesser islands went by on their left, Sibylla loomed broad and low, and then they were down. Ron quickly shed the flying pack, along with other unneeded gear, and looked around. There was little to see save grass, some low bushes, and seabirds. When Kara joined him Ron said, "So where do we start?" Kara looked up and down the long, narrow island, then shrugged. "Head to the highest spot and have a look around?" she suggested. "Works for me," Ron nodded and the two set off.

Finding the highest spot proved a bit of a challenge, as no spot on Sibylla was more than sixteen feet above sea level, and the slope of the ground so gentle. They were hiking along the spine of the island when Kara, who was walking a parallel route about thirty feet to Ron's right, gave a yelp. When Ron looked she was nowhere in sight. "Kara?" he called. "Kara!" He started toward where she had been, but even as he did so Kara rose up from the ground. Through the ground, really, for her head and torso seemed to grow up out of the earth. "I think I found something," she said with an ironic grin. Ron approached cautiously, finally finding a spot where his foot sank effortlessly into the apparently solid ground. "I'd say you have," he agreed.

What Kara had found was a concrete passageway, neatly concealed by a holographic projection, that sloped steeply down into the island. It led to a series of large bunkers, all in good repair and equipped with modern gear. The quiet hum of machinery and the dryness of the air indicated that the facility was in use. More worrisome, the heavy door at the bottom of the entrance passage had been unlocked.

"The security system is on," Kara announced as she examined a control panel in what seemed to be the complex's operations center. She switched through a dozen or more camera views, then said, "The place seems to be deserted."

"Seems," Ron repeated. "I don't like it. This place gives me the creeps."

"You think it could be a trap?" Kara asked.

"Oh it's definitely a trap," a familiar voice said. Ron and Kara whirled to see a gas masked Shego step into the operations center. She hurled a pair of small glass spheres that shattered at Ron and Kara's feet. Ron was struck by the overpowering smell of oranges. The rooms spun. "Thank you for walking right into it," he heard Shego sneer as his legs buckled. The last thing he saw before consciousness left him was Kara slumping to the floor.