The next morning, Illya awoke to find his partner sleeping in the bed next to him. He hadn't heard him come to bed, so he had no idea how long the man had slept. He got up carefully and went in search of their prisoner. Ray Pridgeon was locked in the room next door, sleeping quietly.

Satisfied that all was safe and secure, Illya ate some of the sandwiches Napoleon had packed in his backpack along with water that was stored in bottles in the underground work area. He was looking around to determine the best places to put his explosives when he heard his partner come out of the room. "Napoleon," he whisper – shouted, "Over here!"

"Why are you being so quiet, Tovarisch? The combination of the shock he got plus the truth serum has knocked him out until we wake him."

Illya shrugged. "Be that as it may," he said, "did you hear from April and Mark?"

"I did."

"And?"

"And we don't have anyone to turn over to the FBI. Turns out, Ray was telling the truth about his parents not knowing he was giving them phony money and they did take in his cousin Sharon after her parents were killed in a car crash. Section 4 confirmed that plus his story didn't change after you gave him the Veritol 19. He really has only been working here for a few months. The THRUSH office in Spokane Charly mentioned? He doesn't even know where it is. He's done with all this business; he wants to join the Army. Charly was the only THRUSH soldier here. Ray doesn't know what kind of organization THRUSH is or what their goal is. He really is a kid caught up in things he doesn't understand. All the truly bad guys are dead."

"So, what are we going to do with Mr. Pridgeon?"

"Well, after you set your explosives, we're going to exit using that other door he told us about last night. His car is parked just outside of it. He's going to drive us to our truck, drop us off and head home to Pinckney City. Without his THRUSH rifle, of course. He lives with his parents. And that's the end of him as far as we're concerned. We'll leave the templates with the Boise office to hand over to the FBI before we fly home."

"Sounds good, Napoleon. Now, what are we going to tell the campground owner about leaving early?"

Napoleon told him his idea and Illya agreed it sounded like a plan. Napoleon ate the rest of the sandwiches while Illya set his explosives. When he finished, they woke up Ray Pridgeon in preparation to leave.

"Can't I get something to eat?" Ray complained, "I'm starving!"

"Mr. Pridgeon," the icy voice of the Russian replied, "you have no idea how fortunate you are. My partner's and my ideas about tying up loose ends are very different. His idea involves you continuing to breathe; mine, not so much. I suggest you complain to your mother about your hunger when you see her." He was pleased to see the young man pale. I think any residual thoughts he might have had about staying with THRUSH have vanished, he thought. "You two wait here. I'm going to set my explosives."

He returned about thirty minutes later. "The timers are set for twenty minutes from now. We should leave."

They followed Ray to the exit door, but before they opened it, they listened as best they could. Hearing nothing, they carefully open the door. Things seem to be fine, so they ran to Ray's car and piled inside. Illya had insisted on driving despite Ray's protestations. "You do not know where my truck is. This spares me having to direct you. Just tell me how to get to the road that leads to the cabin."

Once they got there, it only took the Russian fifteen minutes, if that long, to head to their truck rental. He killed the engine and listened. They could hear large animals moving around not too far away. He checked his watch and said, "The charges should blow in ninety seconds." The three men waited nervously, each one hoping they weren't attacked by a Bigfoot.

Exactly ninety seconds later, the ground literally shook as the underground THRUSH lab exploded sending shockwaves throughout the immediate area. The woods went silent save for the sounds of large creatures retreating.

Napoleon looked at Ray and said, "Good luck to you, Ray Pridgeon; this is where our story ends," before climbing out of the back seat with the three riles and two backpacks. "Go home and if I were you, I would follow up on my plans to join the Army and leave all this behind me."

Illya jumped out of the driver's side. "Your keys are in the ignition. I suggest you turn your vehicle around and leave. Now, before I change my mind about you breathing. Dasvedanya."

After Ray drove off, Illya made his own K – turn and drove back to the main road back to the entrance of the Warren campgrounds. They pulled in front of the office and walked in to find Marty himself behind the counter.

"Hi!" Napoleon said, "I'm afraid that Bass and I are checking out ahead of schedule."

"Oh?" Marty said with a look on his face that seemed to say he knew the reason why.

"Yes," Illya said, "I called my wife last night and apparently the pipes burst in the kitchen and caused a flood. I love her dearly, but like a lot of women, she is kind of useless when it comes to dealing with this sort of thing. I was able to walk her through shutting off the water, but she really needs me to go home and take care of the plumbing because, unfortunately, the one person I would trust to handle it while I am not there is standing next to me."

The look of relief that flitted across Marty's face was quickly covered up by a smile. "My ex – wife was the same way."

"I must say," Napoleon opined, "the scenery and the cabin are great and I know I said I wasn't feeling very sociable, but I don't want to stay by myself. I know I paid for the week and I don't expect nor am I asking for a full refund…"

"Tell you what," Marty interrupted, "How about we split the difference? I'll refund you for two nights and I'll keep the other two."

Napoleon stuck out his hand. "Deal," he affirmed as they shook on it. As Marty reached into his cash register, Napoleon said, "The other night, something big like a grizzly bear or a moose I guess was walking around outside the cabin. I just figure I'd let you know so you can tell the next renters to be careful at night."

Marty handed over the cash. "Thanks for telling me, Peter. I appreciate that." He turned and shook Illya's hand. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you! I hope to see you again."

"Goodbye, Marty," Illya said and the agents walked out the door, got into their truck and left.

Marty's daughter came out of the office and said, "You think it was a bear or moose they heard?"

"Nope. They're the luckiest sumbitches on the planet, is what they are. We ain't renting that cabin again before November, if then. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."