"Yeah, I see that. Probably hiding behind a mountain – let me check the infra-red satellites."

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Shego just could not believe her luck! A G-3 bomber! The only plane fueled up and ready to go was a super-sonic, cutting-edge G-3 bomber! How cool was that? This Good Guy business might not be so bad after all, if they kept giving her toys like this to play with... swing-wings, composite fuselage, twin-engines with after-burners... it was pretty much just like an F-16 fighter on steroids. LOTS of steroids – the thing was huge! It didn't look so big from a distance, because you expected a fighter to be fairly small – basically an engine with wings and a cockpit – but as you got closer and closer, you realized that it was significantly bigger than any fighter aircraft.

And handling? It was the most exhilarating thing she'd ever flown... way more nimble than even her pet acrobatic bi-plane. It even looked sexy, like a mean sort of dragonfly, or King of the Mosquitoes. And don't even talk about fast... when she'd lit off the after-burners, Shego's nipples had actually gotten hard. This was Da Gear, here, baby... I'd have jumped the fence a long time ago if they'd offered me one of these she thought.

Of course, a lot of that "gear" she had no idea how to use: ECM pods and phased-array radar, a host of air-to-ground sensors that pretty much covered the EM spectrum from microwave to gamma-ray and everything in between. A computer that wanted to fly the damn plane for her, and kept complaining about the way she was doing it – blinking warnings and suggesting what it apparently thought were appropriate air-speeds. But that could be ignored. The first button she'd touched had been marked "Manual Override"...

What it didn't have was offensive weapons. Oh well, can't win 'em all. She did wonder, though, just what she was supposed to do once she met up with the Bad Guys... stick her arm out the window and wave them over? Didn't seem well thought-out in that little detail.

"Kim? I got nothing here... which way do I go?"

"Uh... Wade? Anything?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, I think I saw an exhaust bloom... not sure though. Heading 324. And... I think he's gone down to the deck, too – none of the ATC radars are picking him up anymore. He's trying to lose you in the mountains, uhm... I think."

"Well doy... Okay, to the ground we go, 324. You'd think something that big would be hard to hide." She pushed the stick down hard and dove straight down, throwing in a barrel-roll for the hell of it.

"Shego... stop showing off... you're making me sick here..."

"Sorry Pumpkin. Seriously, though, I have got to get me one of these!" she chuckled into her helmet.

"Know what you mean Kim... I'm getting queasy just watching the nose-camera video" Wade added.

"Buncha whiners. Okay, six-hundred feet. Uh... any power lines I should know about there, Kim?"

"Not on my map. I'm sure the computer will warn us if we're heading for any."

"One thing I learned working for Dr. D: do NOT put your trust in machines. They tend to let ya down at the worst possible times..."

"Hey folks – Monique here. We're back in the air headed your way."

"In the Golf Scream?" Shego joked.

"Whatever, Shego. Anyway, at your speed and heading, Burns – I still can't get over those names – says we'll meet up in about forty-five minutes."

"Ok Mon, good to have ya aboard" Kim said, "How's Ron and Rufus doing?"

"No time to get Rufus – Ron is inventorying his new utility belt, and trying to figure out the new mobile comm headset the Director gave him. Poor guy..."

"Why 'poor guy'?" Kim and Shego both asked at the same time.

Monique hadn't really meant to say that. "Oh. Uh... nothing. He's okay. Uh... I'll get with you guys when we're closer, okay?"

"Right Mon. Wade? Are we still closing?" Kim was sounding worried again. Losing all sight of your enemy when you were this close could only be a Bad Thing.

"Far as I know – wait. There's another IR bloom. Ah, I get it – I can only see where he's at when he turns. Probably exposes one of his exhaust ports to the sky. Thing is, there's no way to tell WHICH WAY he's turning... but the map kinda helps out there. Shego – heading 285... uhm... make it 280, we'll try to cut him off at the pass."

"Well awright then, pardner. Head 'em up! Move 'em out!" Shego drawled in her best John Wayne voice.

Kim couldn't help but smile, "Are you having fun sweetheart?"

"Pumpkin... I'm having a fuckin' BLAST!"

"Language, Shego" Wade complained, "There are children present, y'know. Me."

"Bite me Wade" Shego laughed.

"Shego - 325. Sorry 'bout that, he's bein' tricky."

"325, aye. When should we get visual?"

"Uhm... maybe three minutes?"

But three minutes passed and they were still playing hide-and-seek in the mountains. Whoever it was, they were clever. And well-prepared, too. The plane – or helicopter, whatever it was that had lifted the OPT from it's truck-bed – was camouflaged so that the visual satellites couldn't find it. The engine exhausts were also hidden from the sky, probably underneath the wings (assuming it was a plane). Wade tried to guess his probable path several times and always guessed wrong. Ten minutes later they were still within three minutes of visual contact.

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"Cool lookin' stuff ya got there, babe. What's that thing?" Monique asked. In the quiet of the Gulfstream cabin, normal conversation was possible.

"I think it's cutting torch. Either that or a chapstick. I'm kind of afraid to find out..." Ron replied, his forehead wrinkled in careful concentration. Or was that pain?...

"Well, this may not be the best time to find out, hon. Uh, Ron? Uhm... well... do they hurt?" she asked, knowing that she'd have to explain what "they" were next.

He looked up at her, slipping the torch – or chapstick – back into it's pouch. They did hurt, as a matter of fact. They hurt very much. But... surely she wouldn't know -

"Does what hurt?"

"Your balls, Ron. I knew you'd make me say it. Look, I know what happens when guys get... interrupted like that. So... do they?"

He blushed. Even he hadn't known why his testicles were hurting... Monique knew a lot about boys, it seemed. "Uh... yeah. Yeah, they do. So... how long it's going to last, do you think?"

She wasn't sure about that, but had an idea - "Not much longer babe. Take it out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now hurry, we only got about half an hour, max." She began unbuckling her safety-belt. Her new head-set – just like Ron's – was wireless, so she just left it on and got up.

"Monique..."

"Take it out, Ron, or I will. And fold those seat-arms up. And lay the seat back. I'll handle it." She couldn't help but chuckle at yet another pun.

"Well... okay..." He was thinking he was in for another hand-job. He was wrong.

She sat next to him and began fondling his penis to get it hard. It wasn't so easy – Ron was still blushing and fidgeting, opening his eyes from time to time to make sure neither of the pilots were coming into the cabin to go to the bathroom or anything. She tried to soothe him - "I'll keep an eye on the cockpit, babe. Just relax. Try to think about what it was like before..."

Yes. Before. A whole, actual, naked girl to play with... one who wanted to be played with. He'd been rather tentative in his foreplay at first, expecting Stop that! any second, but it never came. No matter what he did. No matter what he touched. No matter what he kissed... He thought of her breasts. Breasts were... well, they weren't like what he'd expected. They were soft and resilient. they reminded him of French bread dough in the final stages of kneading, when you check it by pressing you thumb in a little to see if it pops back up. And her nipples... black against the brown, just like her lips. He remembered what it had been like to suck on those nipples... at first hard, but then soft in his mouth...

Suddenly – it seemed to him - he felt Monique get out of the seat beside him. Fully erect now, he was wishing she would just keep doing what she was doing – she was really quite good at it. It was so different, having someone else do it to you... She smiled down at him as he wondered what she was up to, then she turned around and lifted her skirt.

"Slide down a little, babe."

She began to squat over his lap, reaching behind herself to find him and guide him into her. Her dress fell back down onto his belly, hiding what was going on, much to Ron's dismay, but then he felt it. Just like before, only this time, Monique was lowering herself onto him deliciously slowly, and he could feel her warm embrace inch by inch enveloping his penis. Finally she was sitting on his lap, and he was completely within her, further than he had been before, even. It was... it was good... then he felt something alarming. He felt her vagina swallowing him like a throat. That was... they could do that? That was...

Before he could find the right words in his mind, she began rocking forward and back, lifting herself off of him only about an inch or two, at most, before sliding back down. He reached under her dress to put his hands on her hips. His eyes stared at the jet-black hair falling down her back, watching her pony-tail swing as she alternately threw her head back and then forward again. He remembered what she looked like in her yellow bra and panties... and when she'd turned around, showing him her full round bottom. Eyes still open but not seeing, he remembered when she'd taken off her bra in front of him. Those black nipples... She'd pinched one to tease him, making the nipple stand at attention...

"Monique..." he whispered, not thinking she'd be able to hear.

"H-hold on... babe... ho... hold... on..." she panted back to him. Her rocking was taking on a frenzied aspect, and in a flash of insight, he realized that she was no longer doing this for him, but for herself. He tried to "hold on". He really did.

But he couldn't. His toes curled and his hips lifted the two of them completely off the seat, up and down, while he came inside her. He could feel his semen spurting through his penis – it seemed like a lot, like a whole lot... like no orgasm he'd ever had by himself. The feeling of release was overpowering, and he groaned loudly through his clenched teeth. He didn't know how much later it was, but when his orgasm released his mind from its grip, he heard Monique -

"R – Ron! Don – Don't! – Don't... – Babe! – St – Ss -"

The thrusting and throbbing of his penis as he came inside her, the extra wetness of his semen lubricating her, it's heat – all combined to send Monique over the top only a little later. As her head swung back and forth and side to side, part of the headset she was still wearing struck her shoulder, and a little red light appeared on the end of the microphone next to her cheek. Ron's orgasm was pretty much over, but he had the presence of mind remaining to see that she was just beginning hers, and made a conscious effort to keep thrusting with his hips as if he were still coming himself.

It worked. "Ah!" was all Monique got out.

Through his hands, his hips, his penis he felt a something like a ripple run through her whole body, like a shiver but far stronger, and her desperate panting stopped entirely, replace with a high-pitched whining sound – a sound as if she were actually in quite a bit of pain and trying to keep from screaming. Maybe that wasn't so far from the truth. Another shiver rippled through her, soon followed by another, and all that time Monique never breathed, as far as he could tell. He felt a final shiver – the most powerful of all, and Monique's breath finally exploded out of her lungs and she began gasping hoarsely for breath. He felt her body relax.

Only now did her realize that his hands were holding her hips in a death-grip, his fingers digging deeply into her flesh. He let go of her hips and relaxed in the seat, letting her weight rest on top of him.

Okay, THAT was a new thing Monique thought, coming to her senses but still trying to catch her breath. She'd never come like that before, either. Perhaps it was the feel of his bare penis within her, or his semen – her previous sexual encounters had always involved condoms, as had her earlier attempt with Ron, for that matter. Maybe that was why. It was so different without the rubber! In ways she couldn't have explained. And she was still protected; doubly so in fact. The Pill and a sponge – she'd only put the condom on Ron before because it had become so ingrained in her mind from hearing it over and over and over, from absolutely every source imaginable – even TV and movies – that it simply hadn't occurred to her that it was probably overkill in this case. And as far as STDs... well, this was Ron Stoppable we're talking about here. Gimme a break. And frankly... well hell, it was worth it regardless.

But it also occurred to her: it was Ron she was thinking about. A lot of things had been different. In fact, her whole attitude about having sex with him had been different. It wasn't to see what it'd be like, it wasn't for kicks – although it certainly was one – and it wasn't just for his sake, either. For the first time, she had really, really wanted to get fucked by someone. By Ron.

Cool!

But wait... Was someone calling for her over the comm-link?

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"There it is!" Wade shouted over the radio, unnecessarily loud.

"Christ, Wade... blow our ears out next time!" Shego complained, "Where? I don't see anything..."

"Use your nose-camera video – I'm enhancing it to show relative motion... he's at eight o'clock, bearing 45. Looks like some sort of cargo plane... big sucker, too. Six engines."

"I see it Shego. The digger is hanging under it, probably by cable. He's turning left to go around that mountain up ahead." Unlike Shego, Kim's hands were free to fiddle with the display controls. "I'm changing your radar screen to show it. See 'im?"

"Yeah, I got 'im. So I'd like to ask all you Not-So-Secret-Agent types a question: what do we do now?"

"Uhm..." Kim said.

"Uhm..." Wade added.

"Ah!" Monique said.

"You have an idea Mon?" Kim asked. Monique sounded kind of strange...

"Does anyone else hear that hum?" Wade asked, "I think I've got some interference here..."

"Yeah... kind of a high-pitched whining noise? Like an animal in pain or something? I hear that. Shego?"

"Yeah yeah, I hear the whine, and I don't care. I have the bad-guys in sight and I'm un-armed and I want to know what the plan was when you Brainiacs sent us up here!"

"Uhm... Dr. Director says you should force him down" Wade said a little sheepishly.

"How does Dr. Director suggest I do that?"

"Well... get on the air-to-air band and tell them to?"

After a moment of silence – during which she was kind of hoping Wade would say he was only joking – Shego snapped back, "You're kidding me. Get on the horn and ASK them to please pull over? THAT's the PLAN!"

"Well, actually, Shego... you're not unarmed. The Director just didn't want to tell you about the missiles -"

"Because I'm a bad-guy myself, yeah, I can imagine. Fine. Kim? You know how to lock on and fire, I'm guessing?"

"It doesn't matter. You can't fire anyway. Word is that Bonnie Rockwaller and someone named Cindy Saychenal were kidnapped. They were found missing – found missing? - well, that's what it says - shortly after the OPT was stolen."

"Swell, civilians aboard. Just great... Okay, Monique, you're up! What was your idea? I'm willing to listen to just about anything at this point."

Monique didn't answer.

"Hello? Monique? Do you read me? Monique?"

"Oh! Uh... What?"

"I said, what was your idea... Are you okay? You sound funny..."

"Fine! I'm just... uhm... fine. Uh, sorry, I wasn't... I mean, no ideas here..."

"Wade here – Dr. Director says just stay with 'em and do what you can. You have enough fuel to fly to Japan and back, so he can't get away. About all you can do is try to make contact, see if you can find out who we're dealing with, and see if the two girls are okay. Oh, hold on... Strike that – they may not know they even have Bon and Cindy with them, so you're not to let whoever it is know. Roger?"

"I prefer 'aye'. Aye. Alrighty then, you vile... uh, villains, let's get to know each other better." Shego switched her comm output to the air-to-air transceiver, "Helloooo bad guys! On behalf of Global Justice and Team Possible, and all of us here behind you, I'd like to ask you to land at the next opportunity. I'd also like to point out that I'm carrying a full load-out of weapons, just so we understand each other. Do you read, bad-guys?"

She didn't really expect an answer, and she didn't get one. She switched her comm back to its previous position.

"So much for talking them down. You wanna drive for awhile, Kim? This may get boring."

"Can we get closer Shego?" Kim asked her, "I can't quite make out what kind of aircraft that is."

"Oh, we can get close enough to throw rocks at 'em if ya want! In fact, it's kind of hard to slow this thing down enough to stay with 'em... but you want a closer look? Can do!"

"I wish... I mean, can't you take this a little more seriously?" Kim asked.

"I'll be serious when the situation demands. And I don't think it's going to 'demand' for awhile yet. But ok, for you? I'll try to contain myself. Here we go..."

While Shego opened the throttles, Kim studied her nose-camera images. It was a strange aircraft, for sure. Three engines on each top-mounted wing, and there was something strange about the fuselage where the wing attached.

"I don't believe it. It's a tilt-wing. Wade, does ANYONE make a tilt-wing jet-powered airplane?"

"Nope Kim, that'd be a new one. Well, I guess we can safely say it's someone with money to burn, then. I don't suppose there are any tail-numbers..."

"Nope. No markings at all. But – hold on... Things are blinking here. Shego-"

"No time to talk Pump... – shit!"

The blinking lights was the bomber's computer telling them that a targeting radar had locked on to them, and by the time Shego could shout her expletive, two dozen smud! sounds were jarring their bones, as if someone were pounding on their plane with REALLY big sledge-hammers. Kim looked back at the wings and saw gaping holes where there used to be smooth composite, fuel pouring out of them. The two cockpits were alive and cacophonous with blinking lights, buzzing buzzers, and flashing words on the three flat-panel screens. All hell was breaking loose.

"We're hit! We're hit!" Kim shouted over all the noises. She wasn't panicked, though – she'd only repeated herself to ensure her listeners understood the seriousness of the situation. "Engine one out. Fuel going. Hydraulics going. Control surfaces damaged – don't know how bad. Shego? How's it going up there?"

"Not good. Dead stick. One thousand feet with a dead-stick! I can't TELL you how bad that is... The remaining engine seems okay – for as long as the fuel lasts. Switching to the belly-tank – that'll give us a few more minutes. Uhm... you don't remember seeing any parachutes when we cam in, didja?"

"Nope. I brought mine, though... so we have one..." Kim replied, her mind suddenly whirling with this new problem. Two of them – one parachute. And no time.

"Well, I'd be getting on if I were you, Princess! And in a hurry, at that!"

"Shego... you put it on."

"What?" She couldn't have heard that right.

"You put it on. I'll fly. Not much flying to be done anyway, dead-stick. It's in my pack next to the ladder."

"Kim... you cant -"

"I am. It... it's an order, Shego... Do it now."

Kim could see her motions as she unbuckled her harness and stepped down into the compartment under them. She never did look back at Kim.

"This... this is STUPID Kim! Why... what... you have no idea what to do to crash-land this plane! There are procedures! Dump the fuel, for starters! What... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Shego screamed.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"FUCK 'SORRY'! IT'S STUPID! KIM! KIM DON'T -"

"I'm opening the hatch now. Shego... I know it's stupid, I can't help it. I -"

In a suddenly calm – frighteningly calm, in fact – voice, Shego said, "I don't think I can forgive you for this, Kim. I mean it. If you make me jump-"

"Hatch shows green... I love you. Go. Now."

Shego climbed down the ladder in the 250mph wind and let go, never saying another word.

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