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In the flight from Australia to New Jersey, Dinah had Very Important Business to take care of.

This involved: - a side quest to a motorcycle dealership to uh, borrow a Suzuki and a small fortune in accessories. - customising said bike to her specifications right in the middle of the Aerie One's main bay, and finally - a long hot shower to get the oil off herself.

Now wrapped in fluffy dressing gown and turban, she comes into Babs' control suite to some very disturbing news.

"What do you mean 'not there'?"

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Half an hour dancing with military encryption schemes and negotiating with satellite systems is all it takes before Barbara starts muttering to herself. "This doesn't make any sense. What would it be doing in the mid-west? That's..."

She lets face drop onto the desk in front of her and takes a deep calming breath. Then another one.

"Zinda? Do we have enough fuel to make it to Kansas?"

There's some muttering in return in the cabin.

"Nope," Zinda says, after calculating. "Why do we wanna go there?"

"Because, apparently, that's where Metropolis is."

There's a few moments of silence.

"...skipper, you feelin' all right?"

"No, I am not 'feelin' all right'," Barbara sighs. "I've got imagery from three different satellites with clear shots of the Planet's globe. In Kansas. And no less than five military response plans citing its location in the midwest."

"You know the worst part? I can't even make a lame 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore' joke!"

Zinda can't actually think of a response to that one.

"...We got flat land below. I'll land, refuel, and I guess we're clickin' our heels three times after that."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Dinah is, for the most part, joking.

"What if I don't want to go to Kansas?"

"Did we say we were takin' you, smartypants?"

Zinda smirks at her, affectionately.

"Okay, Dinah," Barbara lifts a teasing eyebrow. "What's your brilliant plan?"

"Uh..." Dinah hesitates, and scowls at Barbara.

"Fine. Let's go to Kansas."

"You sure?" Babs smirks. "I mean, if you've got a better idea..."

Dinah throws up her hands, just in time to catch the towel as it falls off her head.

"Just take me anywhere with people so I don't have to put up with you two forever."

"Yes ma'am," Barbara laughs. "Zinda, find us some fuel."

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