Miki flies again but is not happy. Joanie encounters the MCO -- Mutant Control Agency --and she gets a brief taste of a woman's greatest fear. Joanie meets good cops and a bad cop. She runs into a childhood friend and makes amends to a service worker she abused. The rescue of Leah -- the new mutaant -- begins. It's the start a wild and dangerous journey.

Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?

Timeout 4, Reel to Real: A Whateley Academy Fan fiction

This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? To see the canon Whateley Stories, check out either Sapphire's Place,

(http://www.sapphireplace.com/stories/whateley.html) or the Big Closet (http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/taxonomy/term/117)."

Here’s another chapter in part four of my TG/sci-fi/superhero/magic/one-size-fits-all epic. It’s not that bad; I do have an overall story arc in mind, honest. I’m much better than when I started this, though my grammar and spelling remain flawed; ask Itinerant if he is still coherent. (wibble) Ah… on second thought, don’t. — Just freakn’ great, now he’s foaming at the mouth and his head is turning in circles — Buddy, the Linda Blair impersonation does not impress me. I don’t care if you’re levitating three feet above the bed and your eyes are glowing… red. Um, never mind. (Pea soup, anyone? Urrrrrrrp!)

Your constructive criticism and advice continues to help. This is an exercise in the joys of creativity and in appreciation of the wonderful Whateley Universe. Any violations of copyright, trade mark or use of real people or incidents are purely for purposes of humor or parody and done solely for the free enjoyment of the reading public. All rights reserved in perpetuity, John from Wauwatosa WI, 2005-2007.

Adult content advisory: this chapter contains situations and topics unsuitable for young minds or your sanity. If you survive that pap, there is some adult content too, so be warned. The name Leah was inspired by the *Hawaiian* style Roy Orbison tune, Leah, and our exotic young tour guide in December 06 — Leilani -- at Greenwell Farms, a premier Kona Coffee grower.

Timeout 4

By John from Wauwatosa
Verb verification by Itinerant, verily
Technical advice on police, airports and the electronic press by Karen_J
Error checked by GEBPR mistress Janet Nolan to insure kwality

Chapter 6, Hey Miki You're So Fine 5, MCO, Old Friend, Hana, HI 96713 - Leah 2

Des Moines, IA, Chicago, Il and Hana, HI, May 04-May 05, 2007

Late May 04 nearly May 05, 2007

* * * *

It was close to midnight by the time I got to the airport. We had to hustle as my flight to Honolulu was scheduled to depart O’Hare at 2:24 AM CDT, a very tight turn-around for me. My handsome flyboys were informed I was on a tight schedule and had topped off their fuel tanks before I arrived. I boarded and we were in the air in five minutes, our engines roaring.

~~Handsome flyboys? Next time I visit Eric, I’d better get some relief afterwards or take a damn cold shower. The pilots are looking way too hot for my liking. The ass on the copilot is so fine. Turn around so I can check out your… Oh baby, that’s prime! …Get a grip, Joanie, you do not want to join the Mile High Club by accident. I hope Eric’s okay, I think I wound him up, too. Come to think of it, he was shooting hoops again when I left and it was an hour to midnight. ~~

“We’ll get your there on time, Joanie. Normally we cruise at 450 to 500 knots for fuel efficiency; we’re pushing 630 knots tonight. It’s takes a lot more fuel, but we get a bonus if we can get you there with time-to spare,” the copilot explained.

“Thanks. Sorry to spring this on you at the last minute.”

“We live for these unscheduled trips. It’s a challenge to our skills, and its fun seeing what this baby can do. Hang on; this could be a rough ride. We have to fly through some turbulence to save time. I’ll let you know when it’s okay to leave your seat, Joanie. Please keep your belt on tight; I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

The flight was a short one like the flight from Madison, barely over an hour. I passed the time regaining my composure after my abbreviated reunion with Eric and in comforting Miki. She was not yet a happy member of the frequent flyer's club. With every bump and vibration of the aircraft she involuntarily shivered.

“Miki, you have fought the possessed, you have lived on your own fighting the minions of that demon, and air travel scares you?” I was tired and forgot I need not speak to communicate with Miki. But then the tone of my voice calmed her and me so it wasn’t entirely a waste.

~~I… I did not like the smoke belching man raft… the steam ship. Mistress Kushala did not like it either. I will get used to it; I must as your protector. Oh, what was that?~~

“We flew into some turbulence. Remember on the steam ship when it hit big water waves? I bet it shook and pitched around. Turbulence is like waves in the air. You will be fine. You’re not used to this yet. You will be, soon,” I said and petted her in her tightly belted carrier.

~~Bless you, I needed your touch. Kushala exposed me to many new and wondrous things; you will be no different, Joanie. What of your tigers, and how will we live together? As your protector I must be near, but I would not interfere with their love for you.~~

“They are smilodons. They are not tigers. I rescued them over ten-thousand years ago on the edge of the last great glacial advance. I was testing my time travel power and stumbled upon them and their dying mother. It was too late for her, and I could not have handled a full-grown smilodon, even if I knew how to save her. I could not leave them to die, they were not yet weaned so I adopted them. Their kind vanished from the world not long after. George and Gracie are the first two that have lived in nine thousand years.”

~~But you chose to protect them knowing they are flesh eaters.~~

“So are you, Miki. That does not make you or them evil. You are what you are. They are being trained. They are intelligent for animals who do not have the gift of magic. Pinky is helping, as is a dog trainer in Whateley Security. I do what I can as well. They will not hurt you, if we introduce you to them carefully.”

~~They did behave when we were bound. They love you as children love their mother. I sense it now that we are linked. They may have a crude form of an empathic power. We will manage with the help of your daughter, Ms. Pinky.~~

“She’s not my daughter… I suppose she is in reality. I am preparing to become her legal guardian, as her birth mother despises mutants. Becoming her mother was more of a legal ploy to save her family, to shock the mother into trying to understand her mutant daughter. I do love Pinky, and she deserves better.

“Thank you, Miki, I will do it. If her mom won’t see reason, I’ll gladly be Pinky’s mom. I’d be a fool to reject her as my child.”

* * * *

May 05, 2007

They got me to O ‘Hare in great time, and I hustled to the ticket counter. The line was short as the fight was leaving in under an hour, and most of the passengers were already in the departure lounge, I learned later.

“I have a last minute reservation on the 2:24 AM direct flight to Honolulu. It’s for Ms. Joan Brown, that’s me, duh. It’s for two adjacent seats as I have a live animal I must carry with me.”

“Your ID, please, and the vaccination certificates for your animal, Ms. Brown? …Ms. Brown, um, any checked luggage… YOU’RE flying with us?”

“Last minute emergency, I’m afraid. I have to go to Hawaii to help with a frightened child. It is Hawaii, so this should be fun at some point. Will Ms. Miki here be a problem? I believe she’s exempt as a sorceress’ familiar, but I don’t want to cause trouble.” I handed my ID and the temporary familiar/sorceress card for Miki and me that Circe and Dr Tennant had provided. I set Miki’s carrier up on the counter so it could be inspected.

“You are a constant source of surprises, Ms Brown. You’re a sorceress? Not satisfied with being a singer, model and mutant heroine? Did you know there is a Coke ad in our in-flight magazine that features you time stopping a can of soda? Remarkable!”

“The soda can demonstration was for another magazine; it was part of an interview and photo spread I did. Our school got a tidy sum of money from the publisher and a sweetheart deal from Coke afterwards, so I’m happy.

“The sorceress potential was only recently discovered. I’m not a sorceress in the classic sense. Miki here is my familiar; she chose me, and I’m glad she did. I need all the help I can get with this, not that I expect anything to come of it. It will be interesting to try, though.”

“We don’t get a lot of familiars, but the papers appear in order. Her carrier meets our safety requirements. Please keep it tightly belted to the seat at all times for your animal’s safety as well as everyone else’s. And despite the temptation, do not let your animal out while on the plane for the same reasons.”

“Will do — is my guitar a problem? My day bag I’m sure will fit in the overheads. I have flown before.”

“If necessary, the flight attendants will secure your guitar up front. I don’t foresee any troubles. You’d better hurry; you need to get through the security check. I’ll call ahead to make sure the departure gate expects you.”

”Which way next?”

“Security check is to your left; gate K16 is near the far end of the terminal. Turn to your left immediately after Security then follow the overhead signs. Thank you for flying with us, Ms. Brown.”

* * * *

The line at security was short; not many folks like to catch a plane in the wee hours of the night. I’d flown commercial before and knew the drill. I took off my shoes then put them with my keys, purse, belt and everything else in one of the provided bins so they could be x-rayed.

Okay, dear d/j/w readers, I know what I just said. Stop laughing at me! I did not stand there naked; I meant I took off anything with significant metal content, and no my bra that evening was not an underwire. If anyone makes a crack about my needing a chastity belt, they are out of here. Jeese, you pose for a men’s magazine once and everybody assumes you get naked at the drop of a hat. Everything else meant my jewelry, a watch, hair clips, and that sort of thing.

I will admit to this, if stripping naked is what it took to get on that plane, I would have done it. I would have been royally cheesed off, but when Ms. Carson and my dear Dr. Sara ask me to help someone, I know it’s important. The looks on Bab’s, Mel's, and Eric’s faces when I had to leave were worth any inconvenience I’d face. That family treats me like I’m their guardian angel, and I don’t ever want to disappoint them. If having an unpredictable life is the price for this body and my new friends, it’s a bargain.

My bag and guitar case went up on the rollers with the bin. I took Miki out of her carrier, and put on her the figure-8 harness and leash. Then the carrier followed the rest through the x-ray machine. I had my ID at the ready including my boarding pass, my mutant ID and the temporary familiar’s card. I got some odd looks when they saw Miki, if seeing me wasn’t strange enough. I walked through the body scanner with Miki on my shoulders then handed my ID to the officers on duty. The lady and man from the Federal Airline Security agency were fine but as for the MCO man… I’d better describe what happened at security. It went like this:

“Possession of a mongoose in the United States is normally illegal except under special license, but your familiar’s card is in order and you have the animal properly restrained. You are free to go, Ms. Brown, and thank you for being cooperative. Some celebrities are a handful; sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I understand and thanks.”

I gathered my possessions, put Miki back in her case and was about to put my shoes on when I was interrupted.

“Stand over here, hands out to your sides.”

“Excuse me?”

“Now, or I’ll arrest you for interfering with an officer. Better, now spread your legs and hold still until I tell you.”

I was shocked by his actions and was getting angrier by the second. He began a thorough, rough and very intimate pat-down search -- far too intimate if-you-know-what-I-mean.

“Stop that it tickles. Hey! that was my breasts you groped, Mister …EEP!!”

-- SLAP!! —

“You son-of-a-bitch! That was my sex you groped.”

-- Zzzzzp — Miki’s carrier opened as if by magic.

“You’re under arrest! Drop to the ground or I’ll drop you, hard, mut.”

“Sexual assault is a serious charge, Officer. You had no right or need to touch me in that manner. I suggest you stop and apologize now, before you find yourself in prison and some bigger man's *wife*. What’s more, I’m proud to be a mutant! How dare you make a disparaging slur; I *heard* you mutter mut.”

I was furious. He’d groped me where no one EVER gropes a woman or should even dare touch her. I was saving *that* place for Eric, and Eric alone. Not that I hadn’t *loaned it* to the Gang of Four and Dairy Maid in my *younger days* as a woman. That was mutual, voluntary and 'whoa momma'. This was none of those. This was abuse of power, plain-and-simple.

He moved to strike and cuff me, then the Federal airport screeners intervened as did Miki.

“That was assault, Pete. Ms. Brown has every right to feel abused. Let her go and apologize immediately, or I will help the young lady file a charge of attempted rape. Let her go and apologize. Now! That is a direct order,” the ranking Security officer, a woman, said.

“She resisted me, and I feared she carried a concealed weapon. These mutants are devious; it’s a proven fact.” He continued to threaten me physically.

“Frank, the only thing deadly about Ms. Brown is her killer body, and I’d hardly classify that as a concealed weapon — no offense intended, Ms. Brown,” said the female airport screener.

“None taken,” I replied. Officer Peter “Pete” Frank continued to try and intimidate me. Luckily for me the Security screeners were not buying his act.

“Dispatch, Sgt. Murphy at screening. I need the captain here immediately. We have a standoff with the MCO that needs resolution. Yes, it’s Officer Frank… again. Over.

“Pete, you want to add refusing to obey a lawful order and false arrest to the list of charges?” she asked. “Assaulting anyone on airport property falls under Chicago police authority, and I am deputized by both the FAA and the Chicago police. You know I outrank you, Officer Frank. Follow my orders.”

“I don’t have to follow your orders, I’m MCO. Don’t let that pretty face fool you, these mutants are nothing but trouble. Are you going to just stand there silent, or are you going to back a fellow officer? Jesus!”

“Officer Peter Frank, Debra is right. You’ve gone too far this time. You were a good cop when you started with the department. What happen to you since you joined the MCO? I must apologize for him, Ms. Brown; Pete wasn’t always like this. Oh, I’m Officer Jesus Ramone; this is my superior, Sgt. Debra Murphy. ”

“Let her go,” a high pitched voice squeaked. I smiled immediately.

~~Thank you, dear friend.~~

“What was that?”

“That was my familiar giving you fair warning. Miki is a female mongoose and fiercely protective. Seeing how you assaulted me, I’m going to enjoy watching her sinking those razor—sharp teeth and claws into your genitals. We’re linked to each other mentally; she knows exactly what you did to me and where. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes at the moment; Miki is furious.”

Miki growled and hissed, baring her teeth and raising her fur. Her ears were back, her tail low, in preparation to attack.

“Shoot it, it’s rabid!”

“She looks plenty healthy to me, Pete. What to you think, Jesus?”

“I see a well-trained guard animal protecting its mistress. You’re in no danger if you come to your senses and let Ms. Brown go.”

A man came up in an electric cart. The Captain (?) was around 40, fit, tall, handsome, with a devastating smile and... ~~No wedding ring? My kind of man… Ghod, Eric got me wound up but good.~~

“Officer Frank, this is a direct order from the Chief of the O‘Hare Airport Police, my direct supervisor. The MCO may be an international organization but in this airport the Chicago Police department has ultimate authority. Release that woman at once, or I am to arrest you personally.”

“There, you can go now, *Miss*. I’m filing a protest, Captain. You interfered with my duty to uphold the regulations of the MCO.”

“Do you wish to file charges, Ms. Brown?”

“I dearly would, um, Captain is it? I’m a sworn officer in New Hampshire as part of my school duties, and this man is a disgrace. But my flight departs in 30 minutes if that clock is right, and it’s down at gate K16. Miki, please get back in your carrier, dear.”

“She zipped it shut herself? My, she’s well trained,” the female sergeant commented.

“Not exactly, it’s more like she’s training me, Sgt. Debra, if I may call you that. I have to go, sorry. A man like Officer Frankenstein needs to have some sense knocked his head.

“Frank, you assaulted a woman in the clear view of multiple cameras and fellow officers; are you insane? You’re not only a menace, you are a fool. Hand over your weapon and badge to the Sgt. You are relieved of duty pending charges. Officer Ramone, handcuff Officer Frank.

“Ms. Brown, we only need your name, ID and your account of what happened. Between my officers and the closed circuit TV images we can do this without you, but your testimony would help. To minimize your inconvenience, I could interview you while we drive to your gate. You’ll state your name and some ID info then tell what happened as simply and accurately as you can. Unclip it and speak into my shoulder mic. The radio has a built-in in voice recorder; just hold in the blue button while recording. Slick, ain’t it. I hate taking paper notes.” I smiled and nodded in agreement.

We loaded my bags onto his electric cart once Officer *Cop-a-feel* was secured. We drove off at a runners pace.

* * * *

“Captain, I’d take you out for drinks if you weren’t on duty. Are you seeing anyone? ...Why are you laughing?”

“Ms. Brown, if I believed you were serious I’d take you up on that in a second. I can tell you’re just flirting. I’m appreciative, but wouldn’t you miss your flight?”

“I’m serious about the drink. You and your officers treated me well. Ah, shouldn’t we do that incident report thingy? I sounded like an airhead, didn’t I? I don’t mean to, but it happens. Don’t ask me why.”

~~That’s easy, you’re nervous, tired, horny as hell, and he looks a bit like an older Eric.~~

“You… you remind me of my boyfriend, just older.”

“He must be a handsome devil then.”

“Now *you’re* being a flirt, Captain. If I had the time, you’d be successful too.”

* * * *

He asked me to state what happened, clearly and simply. I did, and managed to complete my report in minutes, which was good as that was all the time we had.

“There, told you we be here on time. You likely won’t need to testify but I have your contact information and it will stay confidential. I recognize the address as Whateley. It’s a fine school; I have worked with Whateley grads in the department. Take care, Joanie.”

“Thanks,” I said gave him a hug, grabbed my stuff and hot-footed it the few yards to the gate.

* * * *

My plane was already loading, as I rushed up to the desk. The gate attendant was busy and answered me without looking up.

“Joan Brown, I have two adjacent seats in group two because I have a live animal I must transport. I apologize for being late but I had difficulties with the MCO.”

“I hear they can be extremely strict. Your group has already boarded so you can just head straight to the jetway, Ms Brown.” She still hadn’t looked up at me other than a momentary glance. I *knew* what was coming next. Some of the passengers in line to board were staring at us. I think they were waiting for the gate attendant’s inevitable double-take.

“Thanks.”

She finally looked at me. “You’re her? We were told to expect a Joan Brown, but I didn’t make the connection it was you. You’re quite the celebrity!” Her eyes didn’t quite bug-out, but it wasn’t bad. A couple of college-age men in line gave each other high-fives while another dug out his wallet. He did not look happy.

“Be quiet, now everybody’s gonna’ want one. You’re sure I’m not cutting ahead of others here because of my fame, Mary?” I’m not a mind-reader, folks, I noticed her name tag.

”You have group two seats; you won’t interfere with the other passengers as the aisles are wider in that part of the plane,” she said as another flight attendant answered a phone then whispered in Mary’s ear. “Jacquelyn just told me the press have gotten wind of your incident with the MCO and are demanding you leave the secure area and give a press conference. I’d get on the plane now; it will save all of us a lot of hassle.”

“That seems a wise precaution. Thanks, Mary, and thanks, too, Jacquelyn.”

* * * *

I smiled and waved to the waiting passengers, then I lugged my bag, guitar and Miki to the plane. At over six feet tall, even wide-body jets cause me to duck entering the plane so the flight crew didn’t get a good look at my face.

“Group two, seats 27 A and B?”

“Straight ahead, second section and welcome.”

“Thank you. Will my guitar be a hazard if I store it in the overhead bins? It’s a solid-body electric and heavy,” I said as I cleared the door and could stand full upright.

“As long as the latches snap shut on the bin, it should be fine Miss…” The fight attendant looked closely at me. “…You look just like the singer, Joanie.”

“I do look like myself, don’t I? Hi, I’m Joanie. I better go, I’m holding up the line.” ~~As often as that happens, I’m not tired of it. Guess I’m an attention junkie.~~

* * * *

I walked the short distance to my seats, set Miki’s carrier down carefully, and tried to put my guitar and bag in the overhead. I struggled to get my large guitar to fit; it was a tight squeeze. I noticed quiet a few men and even a few women starring at me or parts of my anatomy.

“Miss, do you need help?”

“Yes, please, my guitar and bag are a tricky fit. I could use an extra hand or two.”

“Try it now,” he said as he gave the Les Paul a modest nudge while helping raise up the bin.

-- Click --

“Thanks Mr.?”

“Matt Ferguson, from Honolulu, but originally I’m from Wisconsin -- Wauwatosa actually. No one has ever heard of it.”

~~Wauwatosa!?~~

I turned to thank him as the gears in my head spun. I looked at him; he was a fit curly—haired man in his upper forties and looked extremely familiar. It came to me at once, and I felt dizzy.

~~It can’t be, after all these years.~~

“Are you okay, Ms. Brown? You are Joanie, the singer?” he asked. He steadied me while I recovered. To be honest, he held me close and firm in his strong arms as I nearly collapsed. I could smell his healthy musk. He was like a fine scotch that only gets better with age. I wanted to drink my fill. I recovered and composed myself.

“Thank you, Matt but I’m fine, just exhausted. It’s been a long day. I’ve flown from New England, to Wisconsin, to Iowa, to Chicago, and now on to Maui via Honolulu.” I had to ask him but how? “What you said shocked me, I know some people from Wauwatosa. ~~Myself for one.~~ Are you a ‘Tosa East graduate?”

He chuckled at ‘Tosa and smiled. He told me the year he graduated and the junior high and grade schools he attended, too. He explained how he’d moved to Hawaii a couple years before to start fresh after his wife of twenty years had died. My heart pounded.

~~He is *that* Matt.~~ Matt was a school pal of mine, but we gradually lost touch after grade school. He was an excellent athlete but was not a show off, which, as a total klutz, I appreciated. He clearly had kept fit and still had those piercing gray eyes. He was an intelligent and good mannered jock as a kid. ~~The whole time we’ve talked he’s looked me in the eyes, only once glancing at my body — what class. The boy was good-looking, the man is… Woof! AND a widower, damn, damn, damn, damn.~~

~~Ghod, why once I decide to do the *right thing* — find a good man and be utterly faithful to him — do you have to tempt me with such… delights? Matt is muscles-on-muscles and on a trim, non-steroid body. Those eyes of his put Robert Redford’s to shame. And he’s interested in me, his *equipment* is clearly in good working order. Momma has GOT to have some of *that*… Bad Girl. Down, heel, stay! Oh no, that smile is like Eric’s; no wonder I’m hot and wet.~~ We moved to one side of the aisle to let others pass.

“I miss Wisconsin, but my talents took me out east, Matt. I hope my sitting here doesn’t disturb you.”

“I’ve sat near celebrities before. The flight crews usually keep things under control. Pleasant dreams, Joanie. This is a long flight.”

“Thanks,” I said then whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry to hear about your wife. I remember hearing that your dad died; what is it now, twenty years ago? He was a nice guy. I felt bad I never sent a card,” I gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek then sat down. The look on his face was well worth it.

“You knew my father?” he whispered back.

“Matt, I graduated from the same high school class as you. I wouldn’t say we were close, but were friends in grade school. We were in the same classrooms in grade school. Heck, we were in the YMCA together back then. Think about it, and if you’d like to get in touch with me, I’d like that. Do keep quiet, please, for my family’s sake.” I handed him a business card with my private email address on it. He looked utterly perplexed, yet happy.

I was taking a big risk, but Matt and his whole family had always been scrupulously honest, so I felt I was safe. Plus he looked much like I envisioned a mature Eric would; how could *he* betray me?

* * * *

We taxied, took off, and soon were climbing to 37,000 feet. I slipped my hand in past the partially open zipper and kept a light touch on Miki while constantly sending her encouraging thoughts.

~~Thank you, Joanie, I feel better now. Rest, I will keep watch.~~

~~Thanks, but you don’t have to, Miki. The plane should be relatively safe. I want you well rested for Hawaii. The life of the girl we are to escort may be in danger. I need you to be my backup.~~

~~I will rest, but remain alert. My duty to you demands it.~~

~~Okay, only so long as you don’t harm yourself, Miki. I’m a tough girl; don’t let the seventeen-year-old body fool you.~~

I sleep when I can, Joanie. Do not fear for me. I failed Mistress Kushala and her pack… her family. I refuse to fail again.~~

~~Stubborn mongoose, aren’t you.~~

~~No less stubborn than you, Joanie; you are more than the silly girl you pretend to be. I am more than most perceive. Trust me to do my duty. I trust you to do yours.~~

After we leveled off, the fight attendants offered beverages and snacks. They were polite, friendly and the attendant with the beverages made a gallant effort to not stare down my cleavage.

“Ms. Brown, um, your blouse is ah…” he said very softly. I peeked down and saw I was giving a grand show.

~~Thank Ghod for my well-fitted bra… Oh joy, I forgot I’m wearing one of my shear Lycra bras; the ones with no padding. It made sense when I dressed; it was going to be a warm day, but the damn thing is all but see-through. If that’s why the AC has be cranked full blast, all I can say is… Whoa, guys it worked. I look like a fembot about to shoot her *twin guns*, my nipples are so stiff.~~

“I am *so* embarrassed; I guess I popped a few buttons storing my stuff in the overhead compartment. Thanks for being discreet.” I buttoned my blouse, blushing slightly in embarrassment. I got a juice for me and water for Miki. He got a smile and a kiss on the cheek for his trouble. After the *eye-full,* the poor man was in distress. ~~Now you know how my boyfriend and I feel, mister.~~ Miki wisely kept out of it, though I thought I sensed someone was softly *smirking* in their mind.

Being a red-eye flight, they did not show a movie or news, only the mandatory safety information and the expected weather for our destination. From the next attendant I bought a snack box that included tuna and crackers in addition to nuts and candy and such. Miki was most appreciative of the tuna. ~~Fish, you got me fish! Bless you, Joanie.~~ After this they dimmed the lights so we might sleep. I could have bought some cheap ear buds to listen to the on-board music, but I needed my sleep.

* * * *

Several times that night as I slept, a disturbing thought entered my dreams and made me feel disgusted with myself. I soon realized what my subconscious was telling me and resolved to make amends. About an hour out of Honolulu -- around 10 o’clock Eastern Daylight Time -- I picked up the handset of one of those seat back video satellite phones and called the Berlin NH Ford dealership. The receptionist recognized me at once. I was lucky they had full Saturday hours, not all dealerships do.

“Ms Brown, how may I… You’re calling from an airplane?”

“We’re about an hour out of Honolulu. Could you get the manager and Ms. Reinhardt from the Service Department on phone, and I’d like this on your PA system if possible. I owe someone an apology, and it needs to be a big, groveling one. In person would have been better, but this will have to do.”

“Certainly, it shouldn’t take more than few minutes to get things set on this end, Ms. Brown.”

* * * *

“You wished to speak to me and Ms. Reinhardt?” asked the manager.

“Yes and I requested your receptionist put this on your PA system, if that’s okay with you. Let me say my piece then you may speak, okay?

“Hello, and good morning everybody, I’m Joan Brown, Joanie the singer, and I was rude and insulting to one of your coworkers recently. I had my blast damaged crew-cab pickup towed in for repair or replacement. For reasons I am not proud of, I went off on your Ms. Reinhardt. I did not give her the necessary time or any real opportunity to do her job. I was impatient, rude and failed to show her proper courtesy. I compounded my bad behavior by giving Mr. Ford an equally hard time. I made a half-hearted apology to him, but not to the person I hurt most, that being Ms. Reinhardt. I acted the stuck-up prima donna, and I am ashamed of it. My parents raised me better than that.”

“That’s all right, Ms. Brown, I…” she tried to answer.

“Thanks, but I have more; please excuse me for being abrupt. It is not *all right* what I did to you, Ms. Reinhardt. I need to make amends to you, personally, for my outrageous behavior. You pick the day, Ms. Reinhardt — subject to my being available, as I do have my duty to my employer. I will work as your assistant, gopher, number-one-son, dogsbody, personal slave — well, maybe not *that* extreme -- for however long you work that day. If you want me to mop floors and clean bathrooms, I’ll do it. Is it fair?”

“You would do that for me?” she asked wide-eyed.

“I was a 24 carat bitch, and I used my celebrity in unfair ways. I don’t ever want to do that again. I hate people who abuse privilege, so what did I do? I abused my privilege.” ~~Ah, I bet that’s what triggered my bad dreams, my run-in with Mr. MCO.~~ “My mother, if she was alive, would be disappointed with my behavior.”

“Ms. Brown, Mr. Ford did say you told him that the service writer was not to blame, that you were. Ms. Reinhardt was not in any trouble with us at the dealership,” said the manager.

“I’m glad for that, but I was taught to act with respect towards others and not to be some selfish tyrant. Mom did not prove of bullying others.” I started to sniffle. It’s wasn’t an act; I was sincerely upset with myself.

“I forgive you, Ms. Brown, and I could use the help. Perhaps on the Friday before the Memorial Day weekend? That’s one of our busiest days,” she suggested.

“If I can work it out, you’ve got a dogsbody for that day. And again, I am sorry. I don’t ever want to be *that* woman again.”

* * * *

We arrived at Honolulu on time, a few minutes prior to 7 o’clock. Matt graciously helped me off the plane with my luggage. I could tell he wanted to speak to me in private.

“Do you have the time to have breakfast with me? I’d like to talk with you some more. Your revelations last night got my imagination running.”

“I would if I had the time, but I see several police officers and Dr. O’Mara ahead; they're my escort. I’m doing them a favor. I’m to travel into a volatile situation and safely escort a frightened new mutant child to safety — the same-old-same-old. Perhaps when I’m done we could have lunch, a drink or something, Matt. I miss my old friends and treasure the few I’ve managed to retain since my mutation.”

“Here’s my business card, Joanie. I can be reached on my cell at any hour. I think I know who you were before all this happened to you.” He gestured at my *new* body. “I can see the family resemblance, particularly to your mother; at least I think I do. It’s been so long I can’t be certain.” He winked, but then he always did have a quiet sense of humor. “I promise I will keep quiet; from what you’ve done in the last year, you deserve your privacy,”

He whispered in my ear. ”Joan, why did you pick such an obvious new *first* name? Only one letter different, are you crazy? …I keep up with the news. I’ve seen what you did, saving those girls, the singing and all. You done good, old friend… And you are so much better looking than John.”

“Thanks, Matt. You always were a classy guy.”

I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was happy and sentimental; I’d rediscovered an old friend, but the dynamic had changed. When we were kids, he was an athlete and a boy I respected, but that was all. Four decades later, the female me remembered all that while feeling more than a touch of lust for my old friend. I did something John would never have dreamed of and gave him a bear hug and kiss from a woman to a desirable man. I heard wolf whistles and some giggles behind us. We broke apart, and I saw several teenagers looking at us.

“Can’t a girl thank a man without everyone getting all silly about it?” I turned to Matt. “Thanks for *everything*, see you soon,” I cooed and I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Poor Matt was blushing bright red, but he was smiling. Realizing a long-lost male childhood friend was now a major babe had to be confusing. I know it has my head spinning at times.

* * * *

“Who was that man you were kissing, Joanie?” Dr. O’Mara asked.

“That was Matt, I knew him in grade-school. He knows I was a classmate, but not who I was. He’s reliable, don’t worry. Can I get something to eat? And my friend Miki could use a chance to eat and relieve herself. She’s been stuck in her carrier for hours.”

~~Thank you, Joanie, I need to take care of myself.~~

“Your furry stow-away, Ms. Miki. Dr. Sara told us about her. You are a constant source of wonder Ms. Brown.” The doctor paused and a smile grew on her face. “Importing a mongoose to Hawaii, that seems redundant. We have a *few* of them already,” Dr. O’Mara said and chuckled. “Officer, would you kindly take Ms. Brown’s familiar to the secure dog-walk then return her to us at the B concourse McDonald’s.”

I put Miki into her harness and leash and handed her to the officer.

“You take care with her; she is precious to me. Miki, I’ll get you something good to eat. Thank you, Officer James,” I said noting his badge. I gave him big hug and a quick kiss too.

“Yes, ma'am, um, Ms. Brown, right away!” He walked off and I heard him say to himself. “She kissed me! Joanie kissed *me*. Wow!”

We stopped in an airport McDonald’s for something quick. Time was critical and a more relaxed meal would have to wait.

“The Spam, Eggs and Rice breakfast platter looks tempting but I don’t have the time. I’ll have a number 2 breakfast sandwich with juice. I see you have Kona coffee. A large one to go, please, and is it possible to get an order of scrambled eggs but with no salt or seasoning, and also a whole milk, also to go? It’s for my animal.”

“It will take longer, Miss,” my cashier said not looking closely at me.

“That’s fine. Thanks for the special order; I didn’t anticipate traveling with my mongoose. This trip was unexpected.” I got her attention with that and she looked up from her cash register.

“You have a pet mongoose? Ms… you? It’s really you? ...Like, oh-my-god, I am a big fan of your’s_what are you doing in Hawaii_how long are you staying_ why are the police with you? I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to go off like that. I’m, like, so excited!”

“That’s okay; can I get my food and the special order please? I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Michelle, do you need help? The line is backing … up? … Ms. Brown what an honor …”

* * * *

Breakfast took longer than expected -- duh. It worked out, because Miki’s eggs got time to cool and she got ample time to do her *ablutions*. I fed her and let her lap up some of the milk as Dr. O’Mara and I were driven to a military helicopter pad on another part of the airport. Dr. O’Mara gave me an update on Leah and the situation in Hana. I remembered to turn on my cell phone and found Mel had sent me a message a few hours before. I called her back, as she said it was important.

“Terrace Hill, who do you wish to... Good morning, Joanie. I recognize the caller ID.”

“Mel sent me a message. Is she awake? She said it was important.”

“She’s eating breakfast; I’ll inform her you’re on the line.

* * * *

“Joanie, thank God you called! I have my computer on all the time now just in case. Leah is scared. Someone shot at her house last night. She says she fears for her family. The police moved her during the night to a secure place, she couldn’t say where, but she sent her last message a couple hours ago. She didn’t know if she’d have net access, but she promised to try. Please hurry, Joanie. I don’t like the tone of her messages; she sounds desperate.”

I heard a voice in Mel’s background. “Who are you talking to Sis?”

“Joanie, and it’s super important. Quiet, Eric, please!”

“I’m about to board a helicopter in Honolulu as we speak, Mel. It won’t be long. If you hear from her, tell her to obey the police, and I‘m on my way. I’m proud of you, Mel. Thanks for helping a girl you’ve never met in person. That proves you have a kind heart. If I can, I’ll see she visits you.”

“I’d like that a lot. You get her out safe, please.”

“Absolutely.”

I heard an extension being picked up. “Joanie, don’t do anything stupid. I want you alive and unharmed. If anything happened to you …”

“Eric? Don’t worry, I’m no martyr. I plan on getting Leah and everyone else I’m responsible for out of this unharmed. We had our weekend interrupted, I intend to make it up to you, dear.”

I heard a woman’s voice in the background. I couldn’t make out much.

“That was Mom. She says to be careful, too. She expects her sister to be with her in the delivery room this August and no excuses.”

“Mel, tell my big sister I’ll be there. I’ve got to go, Mel, Eric. I’m getting the sign from the police. I’ll call once it’s safe again. I love you, all of you.”

* * * *

I was fitted with a life-vest and emergency beacon and was strapped into the helicopter. My luggage was stowed; Miki’s carrier was tied down next to me at my insistence. I was given an over-the-ear hearing protection/headset so we could communicate and a sound deadening blanket to cover Miki’s carrier. The military helo was loud, and I worried Miki’s hearing might be harmed.

~~Is this too loud? Can you protect your ears, Miki?~~

~~The blanket and my carrier help, but I can shield my ears several ways. I will not be harmed. Please cover the doorway with the blanket as it helps. I will talk to your mind if I need assurance. Your mate and Mel fear for your safety; I *heard* them through our bond. I will do my best to keep you from harm. Mel is a fine girl, and I understand your attraction to Eric. I will not fail them.~~

* * * *

We flew toward Hana, Maui, on a direct bearing to save time. We were briefed on the latest from the State Police on the scene in Hana and on the plans for evacuating Leah and her family. We were in one of a pair of fast troop carrying helos, Black Hawks or some such name. Several large cargo helos followed behind, each carrying dozens of heavily armed US Marine MPs whose duty was to restore order to the town and assist in the capture of any and all provocateurs.

They would approach the town from several directions at once, after I got Leah out. Surprise was the key to keeping casualties to a minimum. “Ms. Brown, you will approach Hana from the National Park a few miles out of town. There is sufficient space to land your helo there. We have a rental car stashed there so you won’t attract undue attention.”

“Ah, I’m coming in the back door then. I’ve been to Hana once as a tourist.”

“You understand then. We will drop you off while the small squad in the other Black Hawk lands in Hana to assist the state and local police and to act as a diversion for you. Leah is in hiding at the US Post Office in Hana. It is as or more secure than the jail and not an obvious place to secret her. You are to pick her up and drive leisurely back to the National Park where we will fly you out together. Your calming influence should suppress her instinct to unleash her time stop anytime she is scared. A simple plan, but one we have faith in.”

“No plan survives the start of a battle.”

“You’re a student of military history, Joanie? We have backup plans. The simplest one is you drive Leah to the main airport in Maui directly -- no helo ride. The island is small. Your car has more than sufficient fuel to drive either way around the island. You will be equipped with a secure police radio and other items to assist you. May I ask why the animal?”

“Miki is my familiar. I recently learned I may be a sorceress. She will assist me with any magical issues and she’s scrappy fighter.”

“Sorceress? I believe it; I’m bewitched by your beauty.”

“Sorry, officer, I’m spoken for, but that is not for public consumption. That goes for both the sorceress thing and the, um boyfriend, got it?.”

* * * *

We arrived at the National Park, the helos waited until I was on my way so they could land in Hana just before I arrived at the post office. The flight crew unloaded my bags while I took care of Miki. I was fitted with a woman’s State Police summer uniform, with shorts and a spiffy hat. I was given dual hip holsters for a pair of Tazers. I thought the form-fitting ballistic vest was a thoughtful touch, and it fit so well. It reminded me of a corset. I asked how they managed it.

“We checked with your Chief Delarose, he gave us your measurements. He said you were uncomfortable with firearms, but competent. He also said you were a crack shot with a Tazer and knew how to make it painfully effective. As they are your preferred weapon and quiet, we got them for you. Our hope is for you to get in-and-out of Hana without arousing suspicion.”

“Thanks, I prefer not to hurt anyone. I’m more a lover than a killer, I mean look at this body.”

The park and police officers looked at me closely and kept looking. I was beginning to wonder if these short-shorts and the v-neck uniform blouse were strictly regulation. ~~It could be my imagination, but a bare midriff is not the usual look for a police uniform. Not that it isn’t a good look for me.~~ The effects of the corset-like upper body-armor combined with the v-neck blouse synergistically. My naturally impressive cleavage became, shall we say, inspirational. “That’s enough. Anything else?”

“Yes, raise your right hand and repeat after me.”

I forget exactly what I said, but less than a minute later I was an Officer in the Hawaii State Police with full arrest powers and licensed to carry all authorized firearms. They had a name tag engraved with my name waiting for me.

“Sergeant Joan Brown, welcome to the force and congratulations.” They made me a sergeant so I’d have some degree of authority with any other police I might encounter and because they considered me a technical specialist with regard to mutants.

They gave me a compact but powerful police radio that resembled one of those old over-the-ear Bluetooth cell-phones. It was equipped with a powerful yet compact camera to record anything I looked at. I was handed a form-fitting bullet resistant vest similar to mine though smaller in *certain* places. But then most girls are not as *blessed* as I.

The State Police officer who had explained things to me earlier spoke again. “We measured Leah for this one when we moved her during the night, but didn’t have one in her size. It came in with your helo, Joanie. We put her temporarily in an oversized vest so she had some protection. We took it off her after she was safe in the Post Office. They are not comfortable to sleep in. Here’s a gym bag to conceal it.” They helped me carry my bags to the rental car. I looked at the vehicle and giggled.

“I didn’t expect *that* response. I assure you this is a good choice. A squad car would be too obvious, and it has plenty of horsepower if needed,” the officer explained.

“It’s just that my father drove exactly the same model when I was here a couple years ago, and he scraped the passenger side on one of those narrow bridges on the road. You know your basic Captain Smith, ‘Iceberg, what iceberg? Glug, glug?’”

“Titanic? You’re a wicked girl making fun of your dad. That road is notorious for fender benders. I’ve had a couple myself. Let’s load you up and get you on your way. Take no chances; if it looks too dangerous, abort the rescue. We’ll use the Marines in the big choppers.”

“Thanks, but Miki and I will get her out. We promised my friend Mel, and you don’t dare disappoint her.”

“Mel?”

“The young lady whose life I saved last fall. She’s the president of my fan club and has web chatted with Leah many times. Miki, we have an innocent to save. I’m opening your carrier so you can act as my backup. No one is to get near this car unless I say so.”

~~I will keep you safe, Joanie.~~

“Wish us luck,” I said and drove off.

* * * *

The weather was pleasant, and the scenery delightful. It was surreal to be heading into a possible armed confrontation in such an idyllic locale. I entered the small town and quickly found the small shopping center and restaurant where the Post Office was located. Under other circumstances, I would have loved to have spent a leisurely afternoon here. I parked in the municipal lot near as near to the post office as possible. I opened the windows for Miki.

~~You know what to do. I opened the windows so you won’t overheat and are free to act. Can you stay hidden but still guard the car?~~

~~I have disguised myself for years. No one can see me unless I let them, and I am filled with magic since we were bound. I have not felt this way in many years. I feel young and powerful again, like when I was first bound to a mistress. I will be fine. Do not worry.~~

~~I worry. I feel responsible for you, Miki. Here I go; wish me luck.~~ I grabbed the gym bag with Leah’s protective vest and started walking.

* * * *

It was a short distance to the post office. Few noticed me, or if they did the shorts atop those sexy legs and the half-unbuttoned, form-fitting top distracted them. I noticed my reflection in a large plate glass window and giggled at the sight. ~~ I look like Laura Croft after a boob lift. That form-fitting ballistic vest sure lifts and separates. On second thought I look like a blonde Xena. And all that leg and sexy midriff showing, I’m a menace to navigation. Eric, eat your heart out.~~ I entered the post office and walked to the counter. There was only one other customer in the lobby.

“I’m here to pickup a package. The name is Joan Brown; here is my ID,” I said and grinned.

“Please come this way Ms. Brown, as we need you to inspect it before taking delivery.”

It was a lame ruse, but it if it bought a few minutes it was worth it. I was escorted into the mail room where we could not be seen or easily overheard.

“Ms. Brown, I’m happy you made it here safely. The situation is bad. I have armed postal inspectors at all the possible entrances and a State Patrol sniper on the roof. Ms. Leah is terrified, and the only thing that has kept her together is the thought of your arrival,” a senior looking Postal Official said.

“Let’s not make her wait.”

We walked to a strong room in the facility where they stored insured mail.

“Leah, I have a friend to see you.”

“Keep away, I’m too scared to see anyone.”

“Mel will be very disappointed in you, Leah. You promised you’d be brave.”

“Joanie?” An exhausted but excited young woman came out from behind a cabinet she was using as cover. She was disheveled and needed sleep, but Leah was a tropical beauty. She was an elegant Amer-Asian/Hawaiian and a joy to behold. I could see how at 13 looking like a college coed was a problem. “Joanie, can I?” she asked, then flung her arms around me like I was a life ring and she was drowning.

“Hey, take it easy, girl. Tongues will wag if they see us embracing like this. Hey, I didn’t say to stop; this feels great.” I giggled from the tension, I guess. Leah snickered and I felt her relax.

“Mel keeps saying how funny you are. Thanks, I needed that. Am I really leaving? The last few days have been a nightmare.”

“You’re leaving with me. We’ll drive a safe distance from town where a helicopter will fly us to Honolulu and our flight back to the Mainland. You’ll love Whateley; it’s just the place for a young mutant. You have your bag packed and with you?”

“It’s with me here. I only took my most precious stuff and a few days clothes like you said.” She walked back to her hiding place and retrieved a small roll-a-long suitcase, the kind equipped with wheels and a telescoping handle.

“That should be fine, and now for your disguise, Leah.”

A female Postal Inspector helped Leah put on the lightweight body armor she would wear under the uniform blouse. We borrowed a female letter-carrier’s uniform. With her mutation induced growth spurt she filled it out very nicely.

“You look sharp, Leah. I’m jealous. Grab your bag and stay close to me. It’s a white Nissan Altima four-door sedan parked on this side of the municipal lot. The windows are open, and it’s being guarded by my mongoose; you can’t miss it. I’m not joking, I’ll introduce you to her later. Keep your head down and act normal. If anything happens, do exactly what I say and let me handle it, okay Leah?”

“You bet, Joanie. You said a mongoose, that means you brought Miki. Mel told me all about her after you left for here. I guess she was trying to cheer me up. Wow, you’re a sorceress and a mutant! Can you do any magic yet?”

“Not that I know of, but Miki can use my magic. Trust her, Leah, Miki is expert at protecting things. She’s guarding the car for us.” I gave Leah a hug and smiled at the harried postal workers and police. “Thanks for everything. Maybe someday we’ll be able to thank you properly for what you’ve done for Leah, her family and me. We’d better go now.”

~~Miki, is the way to the car safe?~~

~~It is safe for the moment. There are angry minds nearby. Some intend Leah great harm. Hurry, Joanie.~~

“Miki told me it’s risky but safe for now. Miki and I speak telepathically so hold off on the questions until we are safely out of town,” I said and smiled. Leah looked at me with awe.

* * * *

We walked out the main door of the post office and turned towards the municipal parking lot. I hit the remote to disarm the alarm. We loaded her luggage in the trunk, got in, belted up and backed out to leave.

We were almost to the main road, and unfortunately out of sight of the post office when a man ran in front of us. He fired a shot over the car when I kept driving. I stopped; he was too close to miss us but too far for me to run over before he could shoot again.

“Get out of the car and hand over the mutant. You won’t get hurt; you have my word,” the gunman ordered us. He looked nervous, angry and possibly intoxicated.

“I’m getting out now, sir.” I said clearly; I whispered, “Stay in the car, Leah. Miki defend her as if she was me.” I said rather than thought that command so Leah would hear and be reassured.

“Hurry, lady, or I’ll shoot!”

“Calm down, I’m out of the car. Can we talk this over? I’m here to take the young mutant girl to a special facility for mutants. You need not worry about her being here.”

“We take care of our own problems. Hand her over, now,” he said and sounded unstable.

“Sir, respectfully, I am an officer of the Hawaiian State Police. If you continue to demand I turn Ms. Haleakela over to you, that would be interfering with a police officer at a minimum. It also is armed kidnapping and that is a Federal crime possibly carrying the Death Penalty. For your own sake, reconsider your actions.” Then he did something I never expected.

-- Blam! --

“Shit, that hurts! I asked you nice. Oh Ghod that hurts -- Timeout!”

I time stopped him, and only him much to Leah’s later amusement. I looked carefully at him and was appalled. I’d froze him in the act of pulling the trigger and he was aiming at where my head had been. I saw people pointing towards us from the distance, and I didn’t have the time or energy to stop everyone.

“Forgive me.”

I partially unstopped him and forced the gun downward. It went off, and I released him completely while simultaneously grabbing the gun away from him. I smashed it hard against the pavement, ruining the barrel, I hoped. Then he screamed and I saw the red stain growing on his shoe.

“Christ! You shot me, bitch.”

“You shot me, jerk, and were about to shoot me in the head. P.S., I’m a mutant, too, like my friend here you wanted to hurt. It’s only your foot, you’ll be fine. You have my word, you liar. Keep it elevated, I’ll radio for help. I’d stay and patch you up, but you shot at me and your friends don’t look any nicer. It’s your fault you got hurt. Goodbye!” I said as I got into the car and started it. We took off, tires smoking as our cover was blown. I heard a few shots, but they missed us.

* * * *

“You were shot!” Leah sounded distraught, not a good thing.

“I’m sore, but I’m fine, Leah; he hit the vest.” I hoped that was the truth. To be honest I wasn’t sure and didn’t have the time to look. “That second shot was aimed for my head. He’s lucky I didn’t have the time to be more creative where I pointed that rifle of his. Are you okay, Leah, Miki?”

“I’m scared, but okay. It was so kewl how you time stopped that gunman. I wish I had your control. Joanie, Miki did something odd when he shot at you. Everything looked weird, kind of gray looking, until you subdued him.” Leah sounded less stressed.

~~I warded Leah so no harm would come to her. I’m sorry I could not ward you too. You are in pain; are you sure you were not shot?~~

~~You did great, Miki. The vest protected me, and you did as I instructed. Keep a lookout for trouble; I’ll radio ahead that we were spotted.~~ I sensed Miki was worried for me and was not convinced I’d escaped unharmed. I wasn’t sure either, but I didn’t have the time to check it out.

* * * *

I drove as fast as I dared, which was frighteningly fast by my usual standards. I radioed that we’d been shot at and I’d been hit, but believed I was okay. I told them I’d been forced to shoot my attacker in the foot and where I’d left him. They said he was already being attended to and was under arrest. The series of still photos and the audio from my earphone radio made locating the wounded man a cinch. The Marines were slowly taking control of the town but were encountering some resistance.

I slowed as I approached the National Park. I saw several heavy construction vehicles move to block the road bridge at the falls after we cleared it. I saw men and women with guns spread out and take cover as I passed by. We got to the park head quarters and parked. I felt the tension release, and the horror of what nearly happened came back all at once. I felt a burning pain in my shoulder.

“Excuse me, Leah, Miki...” I ran out of the car and half-collapsed onto the ground, catching myself just in time. A sharp pain shot through my body. My breakfast wasn’t quite as lucky as I. The ground was quickly decorated with it, much to my disgust and discomfort. I was sick, disoriented and in pain. I had trouble getting up. I tried to stand up on my own, but struggled without success. I made the mistake of pushing hard with my arms to get up. I screamed as a bolt of pain shot through my body.

“Help me, somebody please help me, Joanie has been shot!” Leah cried out.

Leah helped me — half carried me to be honest -- to sit on a nearby picnic table. A female Park Ranger came running up with a first aid kit. Over the next ten minutes or so, I saw Miki running around checking out everything and every one. She was upset, almost frantic with worry and guilt.

~~Mistress, I should have been with you. I could have protected you. I am a failure.~~

“That’s okay, Miki. Leah needed protection more than I. This hurts, but I’ll be okay.

“What’s the verdict?” I said out loud. I was in pain, but the disorientation was fading.

The Park Ranger attending me was looking more awestruck by the minute. “I can’t understand. When you got here, you were bleeding from an obvious gunshot wound. The blood is still fresh on your clothes, but the wounds are closed. The bullet hit above your vest and passed clean though your shoulder. Your uniform blouse has the holes to prove it.”

The Ranger had removed my blouse to treat me. She now showed me the blood-soaked item. If I’d had any food left in me, I would have thrown up.

“This is not possible, unless… you’re a regen. I’ve heard of it, but to see one in action," the Ranger wondered out-loud.

“Joanie, anyone else would have been incapacitated by that wound from blood loss and shock, but your body limited the loss and somehow is already well on the way to being whole again,” the Ranger explained.

“Joanie will be okay?” Leah asked.

“Yes, Ms. Haleakela, and welcome to *your* park. Help me bring your brave friend here to the park office. I’ve a cot she can rest on. Ms. Brown, you may be a regen, but that had to take energy and nutrients. I have performance drinks, energy bars and water. You need to replenish what you’ve lost before you head on. Why is that mongoose looking at us like that? They normally are not that curious.”

“Miki, say hello to the nice officer,” I said.

“Hello,” she squeaked. I got a wave of relief from Miki as she knew I was getting better.

“A talking mongoose? Maybe I need the cot more than you do.”

“Shouldn’t we be heading to the helicopter instead of the Park Office... Where is the helicopter?”

“A change of plans, Ms. Brown,” said an extremely-fit looking man in a Marine Corps officer’s battle dress uniform. “The combatants were better armed and larger in number than our intelligence indicated. We are fine, but several of my Marines and a few of the police were wounded. So were some civilians and several of the suspected terrorists. Nice job on incapacitating the man who shot you. I’d have snapped his neck, but the foot wound was non-lethal and effective. I was briefed about your *combat experience* by your Chief Delarose. He had some interesting things to say about you. I’m amazed your assailant is isn’t singing soprano.”

“I don’t like hurting people, even when they hurt me. Rampage — the Tazer to the, ah-hum -- was a special case. I came close to dying from that attack, and my reputation as a security officer was on the line. He was also resisting arrest and trying to escape. This man was merely misled, and I hope can be shown the way to redeem himself. Why no helo flight out of here?”

“They are full taking the injured to hospitals. They can’t send any more as the weather is turning bad with typhoon Amelia approaching. You could wait it out here; my men can hold the perimeter for a while, but a few gunmen are suspected of having fled town and might find you. I suggest you continue on around the island once you are recovered, which should be soon. I was informed about the aftermath of your assaults in Madison and Whateley as well. I wish all my Marines were a tough as you, Joanie. Even half as pretty would be a bonus. That was unprofessional, but I had to say it.”

“You’re not unpleasant to look at yourself, Major.”

“There is one other anti—mutant hot spot on this end of the island, about thirty-five miles from here. The rest of this end of the island should prove friendly. We’ve cut most communications to that end of the island to give you a chance to slip out the back door. If you’re willing, the State Police will come the other way around and meet you part way. A few hours driving and you’ll both be safe.”

"I’m game, but what of Leah’s family?”

“Several armored Humvees are close to Hana as we speak, and the family will be evacuated using them for protection. The state police and a military escort will guard them. They‘ll evacuate the other way around the island and act as your decoy. You are their decoy.”

“If they are safe, and this is the best way to get Leah to safety, I’m in. We need food, snacks, water and such and soon. I don’t want to be driving after dark.”

I took some time to rest, eat and rehydrate myself. Leah and Miki kept constant watch over me. I was loaned a uniform top by a National Park Ranger, it wasn’t a match but was close enough. We transferred over my name tag and I put it on with her help as I was not fully healed. The authorities loaded us up with chilled, bottled water, some snacks and gave me a nasty looking automatic rifle.

“This rifle is just in case. Face the facts, Ms. Brown, your attackers are well armed and those Tazers are short range weapons. This will give you a chance if it comes down to a fire-fight,” the Major explained.

Some of his Marines demonstrated how it worked and how to load and clear a simple jam. I fired a few bursts, and they were satisfied. Several others gave Leah tips on how to stay safe under fire. The Marines laid the rifle safely in the back seat of the car after ensuring it was unloaded. They covered it with a beach blanket and secured it to the belts using some clips. I was given a knapsack full of loaded clips and told to be careful. I told my friends as well.

“Miki, Leah, don’t touch that gun for any reason; it’s a serious piece of weaponry and dangerous.”

“I promise,” they said or *sent* simultaneously.

“Good luck, ladies. We’ll hold the *back door* closed as long as we can,” the Major said and saluted us.

* * * *

We drove at a fast but sane pace, as I was not familiar with the road and had to slow for the curves.

“Leah, have a snack and give Miki something to eat. The canned tuna snack pack should do. You can have the crackers; make sure she gets most of the tuna. The beef jerky and the sports bars wouldn’t appeal to her. Make sure she gets to drink some water; the empty tuna can should do for a bowl.”

~~Miki, keep alert for signs of trouble.~~

~~I am reaching out with my magics, Joanie. We are fine for the moment. I will warn you when it gets dangerous.~~

We kept on the move, stopping only for a few minutes at Charles Lindbergh’s former home to stretch our legs and let Miki relieve herself; she said it was important that we stop. We paid our respects at the simple grave of that complex man and were about to leave when Miki came out of the bushes with blood on her fur.

~~Are you hurt?~~

~~I am fine. I killed a bird that was tracking us. A sorceress or wizard for hire used their familiar to spy on us. That raven will not trouble us anymore, ever. It was full of disturbing magics. I found it a tasty meal, though the tuna was nice. Thank Leah for me.~~

~~~You are the expert on magic. Are we at risk?~~

~~The familiar may have reported back, but once killed I sensed no other near us. Its master or mistress will likely try again. We must go.~~

“Miki, killed an enemy spy, Leah. We need to go now!”

We drove off once more on what otherwise would have been a scenic and relaxing trip, but was now marred by violence and the threat of more to come.

* * * *

~~Joanie, danger ahead! You must get past these people. They have guns, and several in the crowd are furious at you two. They *know* Leah escaped, and her rescuer wounded one of their people. This is bad; they *know* it was you, Joanie, and have put a price on your head among their believers.~~

I saw a barricade of several cars and trucks across the road in the distance, and a crowd of a dozen or so people around it. Several appeared armed.

~~Thanks, do what you can to warn us and protect us, Miki. I will find a route through or around.~~

“Leah, keep your head down and stay calm as I run this barricade. Brace yourselves.”

“I will be brave for you, Joanie.”

I kept up my speed, easing off a bit at the end. They must have assumed I would try to squeeze though the middle of their blockade and had that well manned. I scanned frantically, and this one person’s lawn looked like a possibility. I veered at the last moment, crossed several lawns, and got back on the road. It was a rough ride made rougher by our back window blowing out from gunfire. Our ears were ringing as glass flew everywhere, and I struggled to keep the car on the road. I caught a glimpse of several men firing at us from behind, and my driver’s side mirror shattered. I saw a pair of men ahead of us on the side of the road take aim with ugly looking shotguns.

* * * *

To be continued.