Matterson would be, by the time Williams got to him, unconscious from loss of blood, and shock. Williams would panic a bit, before shouting, "Someone help me! And someone else get Kirkland."
Kirkland, as it happened, was running, fast, to his car, when, CLANG!, he fell into sleep and peacefulness, "Now don't get the fuck up you, son of a bitch." Said Héderváry, before she strode off to help Brouwer and Matthew, eventually the cops would come, they just needed to wait...
Police officer Ivan Braginsky would step out of his car, and walk up to the front gate, motioning for his partner, police detective, Eduard von Bock, would follow, ever so carefully, pointing his gun in doorways, and being paranoid, to a point, when they found Kirkland tied up, and a redhead unconscious, they called the station to request, a ambulance, and another car, "What happened?" "He shot him, and killed Rodriech Edelstein." "Ah, well then, he won't bother us now when he's locked up." Braginsky would stand and walk to his car, as he was to escort the five, Beilschmidt, Matterson, Héderváry, Brouwer and Williams, to the airport, each going to their respective countries.
Epilogue.
Kirkland was jailed for twenty years until his death sentence was up and he was killed.
Matterson recovered, and soon created a P.I. firm, consisting of seven investigators.
Williams married Brouwer the next month, and would adopt two children.
Héderváry would go on to inherit Edelstein's fortune, and would donate it to the veterans of all the wars, that had happened.
A/N: Well, this is the end, see you guys next fic! -J