Disappointed, Ms. Sablinova packs her bags. She sure brought a lot of them over here, from Symkaria...out of blind ambition.
Black, Zwart, and Schwarz, her three former hosts, come to see her out. They've all grown very fond of her. Ms. Sablinova wouldn't mind staying longer, just to get to know them better. It's just as well that she doesn't. Too bad she doesn't know the Black, Zwart, and Schwarz wizarding families like Old Germany does.
"We hope you'll reconsider," Black says. "The werewolves here can be a bitch."
"Much of my capital got ruined," she tells them, sadly. "It won't be cheap to replace."
Nearby, an hourglass sits. Both halves have an equal amount of sand in them. The sand in one half is still. The other is animated, and thrashing to be let out.
"I'm punishing Marko," she admits, "for his failure. It's funny, though..." She holds the hourglass up to her face, and turns it over several times; its middle is locked, to where the sands can't merge. "Only half of him seems to be resisting detention..."
"We'd sure," Zwart admits, "like to have you back sometime."
"I doubt I will come back." She kisses all three of them on the cheek. "But I would love to, if I could." She looks around. "Preferably when you're not already the host of an evil army's HQ."
Schwarz scoffs. "Hydra can be demanding. But we believe in them. It's because of people like us that they do the best work they can for humanity."
She sighs. "Sometimes I'm not so sure... But if only belief cured everything."
Outside, on the castle grounds, Bowman practices archery. He's staying. After having mortally accursed Harry Potter, he's going to spend more time here. Ms. Sablinova has promised to give him his old job back, if he survives the war with the werewolves. Right now, he couldn't love his chances more.
Six pall-bearing house-elves levitate a casket, as it's loaded onto the Silver Sable International transport plane. Deathlok's inside. Fearing what the local dark wizardy will do to his corpse, Ms. Sablinova plans to offer him the decency of a more honorable funeral, somewhere in Symkaria.
Deathlok's casket has a Silver Sable International banner hanging over his casket. A Symkaria flag would be out-of-place, considering that he didn't die for Symkaria.
Ms. Sablinova has salvaged some of his biological tissue, for the purpose of proliferating future Deathloks. She's already salvaged the chassis of his prosthetic cyborg half; every last prosthetic.
With luck, her salvage chest won't get raided by Rocket Raccoon anytime soon...
The High Council of Hydra comes outside, to bid Ms. Sablinova farewell. Most of them apologize for her reluctance to see this through.
"I wish I could," she says. "And as much as I love your cause, I love my company more. My assets took a very big hit, when Harry Potter destroyed my wolves. It's going to take at least a year to replace everything he's trashed."
Lascombe, Fennhoff, Shishido, Whitehall, Fisk, Manfredi, and Zola are all sad to see Ms. Sablinova go. Sinclair, DeFontaine, Vermis, Richter, and Sarkissian don't mind so much, though. They sure wish their High Council brethren would stop hitting on Ms. Sablinova so much...
Fisk tells her that if she's ever in Hell's Kitchen, he'll see to it that his domestics give her a royal welcome. She deserves it, after all, for all the work she puts into Silver Sable International. The Fisk family allegedly knows what that's like. They're one of Hell's Kitchen's richest families...if not THE richest...
"I'd hate to arouse the Daredevil or the Spider-Man," she laments, "but I'll do what I can...Richard."
She kisses him. With that, she flaps her blonde hair, and boards her plane.
From an arched tower window, Rüdiger watches Ms. Sablinova leave. His arms are crossed. He's not happy about this. He really thinks he should kill Ms. Sablinova, for trying to leave. But he, like Fisk, thinks she's just too pretty to waste.
And so, the last of the Silver Sable International assets leave the grounds of the Castle Schwarz...leaving only Bowman behind. Alas, Rüdiger looks down upon Bowman, still practicing his archery, and smiles. At least Ms. Sablinova hasn't left Hydra empty-handed. FAR from it...