Napoleon assembled his communicator and spoke into it. "Open Channel S2."

"Good morning, Napoleon!"

"Good morning, Mark. Our mission is accomplished. Illya and I are on our way to the car rental at the airport to hand in our truck. How long will it take for you and April to get there?"

"We're both up and dressed. We'll be there in about thirty minutes."

"We'll be about ten minutes behind you. Solo out."

Napoleon put his device into his shirt pocket and sighed loudly. He looked at his partner who had uncharacteristically not turned on the radio. "How you doin', Partner?"

The blond's shoulders came up in a shrug. After a few moments he said, "You know how very much I dislike encounters with things that are not explained by science. They make me most…uncomfortable."

"I know. I'll tell you something, Tovarisch, those ninety seconds before the explosions were the longest of my life. I was terrified that a rock was going to come flying out of woods at any moment to smash our windows."

"Hearing them move away afterwards made me want to cheer," Illya said, "but I refused to let Pridgeon see me do it. What is so funny?"

Napoleon had started laughing at the mention of the former THRUSH guard's name. "The look on his face when you told him how our views on loose ends were quite different. I thought he might piss his pants!" He glanced at Illya, who had smirked briefly, but had said nothing and knew, without a doubt, that if the circumstances had been different, Ray Pridgeon would never have seen another morning and was glad, once again, that this small – statured, constantly underestimated man was his friend who loved him and considered him family.

April was smiling broadly when Mark's conversation with Napoleon ended. "I'll drive!" she said as she bounced into the driver's seat. She started the RV's engine, waited until Mark sat in the passenger seat and then drove out of the park towards the airport. "I feel like we've been in Colville forever and I can't wait until we get back home."

"I feel the same way, Luv."

They were parked outside the rental place when Illya and Napoleon pulled into the parking lot. While Illya went inside to check the truck back in, Mark and April helped Napoleon unload his and Illya's gear and place it in the RV.

Napoleon joined Illya and the rental staff person when they exited the building to conduct an inspection of the vehicle while April and Mark returned to the RV to wait for them. Twenty – five minutes later, the senior agents concluded their business and entered the RV.

"Welcome to our humble abode!" Mark said as he spread his arms wide. "Make yourselves comfortable!"

The two sat at the dining table to be closer to Mark and April. Now that they had completed their mission, the stress of it all began to take its toll. Even though it wasn't quite eleven, both men were tired and it was starting to show.

"Illya? Napoleon?" April said, "We have a few options for you: One, I can just start driving to Boise. Two, I can pull over once we're out of the airport to give each of you time to shower and change. Three, you each have a small bottle of vodka and Scotch, respectively, to drink before, after or instead of a shower."

The CEA and his partner looked at each other and nodded. Napoleon spoke for both of them. "We opt for showers."

"Your wish is my command, Boss."

Forty minutes later, April was driving south on I – 90 while Mark sat next to her, albeit with his seat facing the rear so he could see his fellow agents, who were now freshly showered and wearing clean clothing, each with a glass in front of him and a pint bottle of unopened alcohol next to it.

Napoleon put together his device and spoke into it. "Open Channel D, Solo reporting."

Mr. Waverly's voice was staticky at first, but a quick adjustment brought in a clearer signal. "Ah, Mr. Solo! I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again. What have you to tell me?"

"Sir, Mr. Kuryakin and I have rendezvoused with Agents Dancer and Slate and we are now headed back to Boise to return the RV and fly home. The lab that was counterfeiting American money has been destroyed, the templates they were using are in our possession and will be given to the Boise office to hand over to the FBI if you have no objection. Agents Dancer, Kuryakin and Slate were able to ascertain that the people who were distributing the bills in town were being used and were, in fact, Innocents in this affair."

"I see. And what of the counterfeiters themselves?"

Napoleon wasn't sure what to say, at first. He looked at Illya who raised his shoulders in a gesture that said, I don't know what to say, either. Finally, he thought of something. "Ah, unfortunately Sir, they ran into the woods to escape us and were attacked and killed by grizzlies. There were no survivors."

"Thank you, Mr. Solo. Tell your fellow agents I said job well done. I look forward to both teams' written reports. Waverly out."

Napoleon disassembled his device, placed it in his shirt pocket and poured himself three fingers' worth of Scotch and waited while his partner did the same with his vodka. He raised his glass and said, "It's five o'clock somewhere, Illya. Cheers!"

"Nostrovia!" Illya said before downing his vodka in one shot. "Thank you, Mark and April, for the alcohol. You have no idea how badly we both needed this drink."

Napoleon, who opted to sip his liquor, said, "I have to disagree; I think they do know. I have a couple of options for the three of you to consider: One, we can each talk about our Bigfoot encounters now. Two, we can act like they never happened. Three, we can talk about our experiences after we return to New York."

April said, "I don't think I could wait until we get to New York, Darling. I want to talk now."

Mark opined, "I agree with my partner; this RV is a safe space in which to talk."

Illya stated, "Talking about it now will help me process it all."

Napoleon nodded. "I agree. Let's talk. April and Mark, you first, starting with when we separated in Boise."

Their conversation lasted almost five hours. The quartet shared all their experiences; their fears, their realizations and revelations, their epiphanies. It was cathartic for all of them.

Mark had offered to take over driving, but April insisted she wanted to do it so he treated himself to one of the beers he had bought. "I need to tell you that there was a point where April and I were afraid we might never see you again."

"That thought crossed my mind, too," Napoleon replied.

"When we get back to New York, we want to treat you both to dinner. You can't refuse us, Mates. You did all the 'eavy lifting during this affair. You never even needed us! Steak dinners at The Old 'Omestead on us, whenever you're ready. We won't take no for an answer."

Illya grinned. He was feeling better since knocking back the entire pint of the very good vodka the junior agents had bought for him. "You may live to regret the invitation, but on behalf of my partner and myself, I accept your generous offer."