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From: Tikatu Sent: 1/29/2006 10:31 AM

Sunday, July 1, 2068, 7 p.m., Los Angeles (2 p.m. July 2 on Tracy Island)

"Here we are, Lisa!"

Lisa smiled wearily at the sound of her brother's voice. The private jet departure lounge was crowded with people on their way to various spots in the US for the Independence Day holiday. Andrew Carmichael waved an arm to indicate where he and Maggie stood, waiting for the five people who had just entered.

"Come on, kids," Lisa said, herding her charges toward the waving figure. "Your Uncle Drew is waiting."

Andrew enveloped his sister in a hug, while Maggie greeted the four Tracy children, the three youngest ones and Scott, who had flown them over from Tracy Island.

"It's so good to see you all," she exclaimed, giving Scott a kiss. "You'll be staying overnight, I expect?"

"Yes, Aunt Maggie," Scott said grinning. "Dad wants me well rested when I fly back tomorrow."

Alex looked up at his older brother. "Does this mean we're taking a commercial flight to Greenville?" he whined.

"No, Alex." Andrew cut in, reaching out to ruffle the blond's hair. "I'm flying you east tomorrow, after a good rest at our place."

"You, Uncle Drew? I guess that's okay," Alex replied, smoothing down his hair with both hands.

"Then what?" Tyler asked, letting forth a big yawn.

"Then your Koch grandparents will be picking you up in Greenville for the drive to Florida so you can spend some time with them," Lisa explained. "You know that, Spud."

Tyler made a face. "I didn't know we were going to drive to Florida. That's boring."

The adults laughed. "I think being a Tracy has spoiled you," Scott said, good-humoredly.

"Can we just get out of here?" Cherie asked peevishly. "I'm hungry and tired of flying."

"Okay, okay!" Andrew held up his hands. "Scott and I will see to the luggage, and Maggie can take you all out to the van."

As the women herded the children out of the lounge, Andrew and Scott headed out to the Tracy Industries hangar where the family's private jet would be parked until the morning. The workers there had already unloaded the cargo hold, and were waiting for Scott to direct them.

"Why does Dianne still insist on the kids seeing Rick's parents?" Andrew asked his nephew-by-marriage. "And why does Jeff allow it?"

Scott shrugged. "I guess because they still are the kids' biological grandparents and Mom wants them to stay in touch. It's easier than having a nasty, very public custody battle. You know, grandparents' rights and all that."

"I guess I can see it," Andrew said. "I know I'd want to keep in touch with my girls' kids if something were to happen to either of them. Still, your dad is very generous to let them go, and with little security."

The two men glanced at each other. "Don't worry about the kids' safety, Uncle Andrew. Dad has that all covered. No one will get near the kids; not even Ned Cook," Scott assured him.

Andrew laughed. "If your father's security people can keep him away, they're very good."

"Yep, they are," Scott replied. "Now let's get this stuff out to the van. I'm kind of hungry myself."




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