Epilogue
"Thanks a lot, you guys," Oz claimed to the trio of agents as they stood outside of the beat-up old brown van just outside of town. "You really did a lot for us by getting rid of Arnaud."
Claire nodded, and accepted the gratitude for the other two. "You're welcome. You really were a lot of help. Maybe you'll come work with us in a couple years," she complimented him.
Darien's eyes widened. "No, Oz, don't. Really. Your life isn't worth that."
Oz laughed. "I think I'll take Darien's advice, thanks. But I have a question."
"Yeah?" Claire asked.
"How long do you think Arnaud will stay in jail?"
Darien shook his head and answered for her. "Not long enough." When he saw Oz's terrified look, he rested a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, he'll be coming for me, not you and this town. And if he does, we'll be back. For wherever a small, usually friendly town is in danger of domination from an evil Swiss man…"
"We'll be there," Hobbes finished with a chuckle.
Oz smiled. "You know, Hobbes, you really aren't so bad after all."
Hobbes nodded. "Yeah, I know." Then, seeing his friends' looks, he added, "I was just kidding! But seriously, you're a good kid, Oz. Sorry I gave ya a hard time. You keep looking after your family, ok buddy?"
Oz agreed. "And good luck back at… The Agency. You know, that has to be the stupidest name of pretty much anything that I've ever heard."
The three all nodded. "We know."
"Ok, well, we really need to get back before the Official starts charging us for this trip," Darien said sarcastically, but knowing that it was probably true. He wouldn't put it past the old man to charge them for assignments. He couldn't exactly quit, either. Oh well, he'd just have to wait for the day.
"Yeah, right. Well, thanks again, and good luck. Be careful, ok, Darien? Glad you're feeling better after the shot," Oz waved, and watched as they drove off, wondering what was in that shot that made Darien change back so drastically.
~*~*~
Arnaud sat in the back of the police van, sitting irritated in his seat. He hadn't gotten enough information from Fawkes to advance his condition in the slightest. He growled to himself, knowing he was going to lose control of his body soon, unless he could think of something very quickly, and even then it might not be soon enough.
"Dana, darling," he called to the front of then van. "We need to get back to my place very fast." He sat back and waited.
She understood and sped up, using the lights and siren on the van for a cover. She had knocked out the policewoman and taken her uniform so she could keep her love from jail. She only prayed that he would be able to get better soon.
Arnaud felt foolish, and anger at once. He had carried out this whole, elaborate plan so carefully, but he hadn't been prepared enough. Next time, though, he vowed, he would be completely prepared. For everything.
Fin.