Epilogue

Hanh, Mongolia

Thirty-Six Hours Later

At the border of the Soviet Union waited a man in heavy furs tending a small heard of Yak in the high mountains of Mongolia. He had been waiting for a day and a half for his contact to arrive from Russia. He received little information about this contact, all he knew was a woman would come from the north and it would be his duty to lead her to the local village and from there she would escorted back to the US. He was beginning to get worried about this mystery contact. She was supposed to arrive yesterday evening, however, it was the afternoon of the next day and she still had not appeared. Perhaps she was found by the Soviets and was captured or killed.

It was pretty late in the day and soon he would have to take his flock back into town and rest until the next morning. He would wait here for a little while longer to see if the mystery woman would appear. Finally after about twenty minutes of waiting, the man finally saw a figure emerging from the border. The man rubbed his eyes and tried to focus his vision as the slight figure walked closer to him.

"You are late." The man said with a gruff angry voice noticing the person walking up to him was a woman.

"Yeah." The Boss said.

The man then took his flock and began to walk with The Boss following closely next to him. Her thoughts weren't on the angry contact, she was still very upset about Sashenka's death. The reason why she was so late was because she spent hours cradling him in her arms, before she finally placed his lifeless body behind the bolder. She so wanted to burry him so the animals would not ravage his body, but she had no way to burry him. So she gently laid him down on the ground as if he was sleeping and took his shattered glasses as conformation of his death to satisfy the CIA and The Philosophers.

The Boss had not felt so sick in a very long time. This was now the second man The Philosophers had taken from her. No, she thought, this was now the third man they had taken away from her. First her father, then her son, and now Sashenka and each time they took away a man she loved it just bore a deeper hole in her heart. She knew that their tyranny would never end. Their lust for power and control wouldn't stop, not even after her death, which she was now certain would be coming soon.

Her heart sank as she continued walking beside the man in his many animals and that's when it hit her. That she wasn't strong as Sashenka thought she was; she was just another sheep in a flock of man controlled by The Philosophers. If she were, she would have stood up against The Philosophers. But she knew that there was no standing against them. Their reach and influence stretched all around the world and if she dared to take a stand against them their retribution would have had lasting effects.

At least her son was alive and thankfully Sashenka was lucky enough to work along side him. A joy she would possibly never know. However knowing how cruel The Philosophers were they would team them up on a mission where one of them had to suffer through the death of one of them. It was a vicious cycle of power and supremacy both she and Adam would have to suffer though until the end of their lives.