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A/N: On to city four of the chase to derail a villain who has yet to committed a crime. Kim and Ron are enjoying it though, since they're getting to see the sights they usually don't get to when on a mission. Kim thinks she knows who the Mr. X is. Do you? Let's travel to Rome with them, shall we?

Chapter 14 Getting There Is Half The Fun

Kim and Ron walked out of the hotel with their luggage just as their ride arrived. "Good morning, Major Grandness," both Ron and Kim sang as the tall, well built man got out of the jet black HumVee.

"Sorry to correct you two," he said, tossing their bags into the back. "But it's Lieutenant Colonel. They bumped me up a grade just before I retired."

"Sorry! Colonel! Sir!" Ron snapped off a salute, then shook his hand.

"Knock it off, Stoppable," the man said, "Call me Dan." He took a playful swipe at Ron. Ron swiftly dodged the punch and threw one of his own that stopped an inch from Dan's stomach.

"Whoa," Dan said, looking down at the fist. "Are you getting faster or am I slowing up?"

"Ron's been training hard." Kim beamed, proud of her Ron. "I doubt if you'll ever lose a step."

"Thank ya kindly little lady," Dan said in his Texas drawl, holding the door open. "Climb aboard and let's get to Rome."

Kim and Ron climbed into the vehicle. The ex-Air Force pilot, now chauffeur/charter pilot got behind the wheel and took off for the airport.

As they pulled onto the boulevard, Ron chimed, "Nice ride, it's a lot like mine. GPS, stereo, and it looks to be armor-plated." He rapped on the window. "Bullet proof?"

"Yep," Dan replied. "My up-scale clients demand their safety, though it's mostly for show. This Hummer isn't quite as tricked out as yours is. But then again, you do a lot more than just pick up clients.""

"So how is business," Kim queried.

"Not too shabby, Kim." Dan smiled. "I'm averaging two jobs a month and clearing ten times what I made in the service. Plus, during the layovers, I get to... ah, visit with some friends, if you know what I mean." He gave the two passengers a sly wink.

After a moment, the light bulb went on over Ron's head. "Oh! I get it. A woman in every port... or airport... or airbase." He frowned. "I didn't say that out loud, did I? I think I'll just be quiet." He folded his arms and looked out the window.

"No Ron. You got my meaning." Dan said. Kim laughed and hugged Ron's arm, bringing him out of his funk.

"So, what's the mission?" Dan asked as he pulled into the airport.

As Kim explained the past week's activities and the mysterious person behind it, Dan pulled up to a gate. He entered a code into the keypad and drove onto the tarmac. He continued towards a bunch of corporate jets parked near some hangers.

Ron looked at the dozen or so small jets. "So which one is yours?" He asked.

"None of these," Dan smiled. "Mine's parked around the side of that hanger."

Both Kim and Ron registered utter shock when the Hummer rounded the building. "That's! That's a..." was all Ron could say.

"Yep." Dan hit the single button on the garage remote control clipped to the visor. A ramp lowered and they drove up into the belly of the plane. He parked at the top of the ramp and clamps automatically engaged to secure the vehicle. As they all got out, Dan continued his spiel. "This here's a MD 11. I got her right off the factory floor, after they modified it a little. Ain't she a beauty?" He led the teens up a spiral staircase to the passengers area, then walked down a corridor situated on one side of the plane. "It's got a meeting room, private offices, a telecommunications setup, and a couple of private suites." He opened a door to one of the bedrooms. "You two can bunk in here during the flight if you like. There are two beds." He indicated the two twin-sized beds against the far wall. He smiled. "unless you two can't stand sleeping in the same room." Kim frowned at him. Dan shut the door and opened the next room. "How about this one?"

"I think this will do nicely,." Kim fairly beamed as she eyed the king-sized bed.

"I thought you'd like it." Dan turned to Ron. "Let me show you the galley."

The two men walked towards the front of the plane. Dan slid a partition door open, "Here it is. The chickens in the fridge. Got any ideas?

"Got any beer... in cans?"

"In the fridge."

Ron smiled. "Then we're having beer can chicken. When do you wanna eat?" he asked.

Dan thought for a moment. "Flight time is... say, eight and a half hours so let's eat in six."

Ron back-timed the prep and cooking time. "That means I have four hours to kill," he said, rubbing his hands together.

Dan grinned. "Make it four and a half. It takes time to warm this bird up and get clearance to take off." He slapped Ron on the butt. "So go get back to your woman."

"Yes Sir!" Ron saluted, then quick-marched back to the bedroom.

Dan moaned a long, loud yummy sound. "This is soooo good!" he pronounced. "I can really taste the beer, but what's in the rub?"

Ron's goofy grin came out. "Just a little of this and a little of that. It's my own secret recipe." He took a bite of his chicken. "It goes well with my root beer can chicken and Kim's cola can chicken too."

Kim deftly speared a piece of Ron's bird and popped it in her mouth. "Ummm! This is," chew, chew, "soooo good," chew, chew, swallow. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Ron, sweetie," her voice starting to sound surypy.

Ron knew what was coming and turned his head away. Kim continued to lay on the PDP. "May I pleeese have a piece of your chicken?"

Ron slapped his hands over his eyes. "Kim, turn off the Puppy Dog Pout. You said please so take what you want."

"Thank You!" she said triumphantly, taking half his root beer flavored chicken and replacing it with an almost equal portion of her cola flavored poultry.

Ron peeked towards Dan between his fingers. "Is it over with?" He asked hesitantly. Dan nodded in affirmation. Ron gulped, "What's the damage?"

Dan shook his head. "No real damage. Looks like an even swap."

Ron lowered one hand, then the other. He opened his eyes and his goofy grin showed up. It skipped across his face and quickly disappeared, being pushed aside by a frown. "Hey, you took my breast!" He gasped. "And I have a big third leg!"

Both Kim and Dan nearly fell from their seats in laughter.

"Wha?" Ron yelled. "I'm a breast man. Kim should have my third leg!"

Dan did fall from his chair this time and rolled on the floor in hysterics. Kim leaned over and whispered in Ron's ear, "I know you're a breast man," she purred. "And you can give me your Big, Third, Leg, anytime." She gave him a peck on the lips.

Boink! Ron finally got the innuendo.

Kim sat down before Dan gathered his wits and took his seat. He mopped his forehead and turned to the two teens. "Would either of you two like to taste the real stuff?" He held his plate out in offering.

"No thank you," both said in unison.

"I had a major headache this morning from all of last night's fumes." Kim absentmindedly rubbed her temple with one hand.

"Not me." Ron beamed. "Your headache was from the alcohol your mouth absorbed before you spit out the drink in a napkin. Imagine what we'd be like if we had actually drank all that stuff." He turned to Dan. "We went clubbing last night and everyone was buying us drinks. There must of been, what, a hundred, two hundred?"

Kim calculated for a seconds. "Let's see. We went to five clubs, the tables were each about six feet in circumference, the glasses were all around three inches in diameter..." She frowned and gave up. "Too many. Let's just say the liqueur industry will show major profits this quarter."

"And you tried all of them?" Dan questioned.

"I sipped the first few before Ron told me his secret." She patted Ron's hand.

Dan turned to Ron, pointing an accusing finger. "So why weren't you hurting this morning?"

Ron rubbed the back of his head. "I guess I tolerate alcohol better than Kim." He added quickly, "Must be because I work around it in the kitchen." He didn't want to tell either of them that his Mystical Monkey Powers helped a lot. "MMP self-healing powers Rock!" Ron thought to himself.

Dan checked his watch. "Well, we're about an hour out of Rome so I'd better get back up front." He rose from his chair. "Thanks for the meal, it was delicious. Don't worry about the dishes." Dan excused himself and went to the cockpit.

"Hmmm, an hour," Kim wondered aloud. "Can I have your Big Third Leg for a while, Ron?" she purred.

One-fifth of a second later, the room was devoid of human life.

Kim vaulted into the bedroom, did a cartwheel into a full one-plus-one, (somersault/full twist) landing on the bed and completing the routine with a half Herkie. "Ron, watch this!" Arms up, eyes closed, her cargo shorts and panties fell to the bed covers.

"Very good, Grasshopper!" Ron grinned and applauded. "You learn quickly."

Kim giggled. "I don't know why, but I can do it at will." She began to scratch her neck. "But when I do my neck gets all itchy."

"Right where you had the S and W tattoo!" Ron pointed at the spot and shuddered. "Sick and wrong," he muttered.

Kim's face darkened. "You think that Monkey King Amulet, the one which almost turned me into a real monkey, might have something to do with it?"

Ron shrugged. "The dingus had some sort of powers. No telling what residual effects were left over." He sauntered over to the bed. "May I try something else?"

Kim tittered, "What cha wanna try?" and started to take off her halter top.

Ron's hands stopped her. "Arms out for a minute." Kim complied. His hands wavered centimeters from her breasts and started to glow a beautiful shade of blue. Suddenly the knot in the halter started to untie by itself. Both Kim and Ron were shocked.

"Hum, that's interesting," Kim slyly said. "When did you learn that trick?"

"I didn't learn it," Ron stated flatly. "It just occurred to me I could probably do it."

"O.K. Lover," Kim hungrily said. "I ready for your third leg."

Ron's clothing flew off his body without him even touching a stitch. "Yes, Grasshopper." Ron tackled her onto the bed.