Epilogue: Home, Sweet Home
The Dreadnoks were all in high spirits when they got back to camp. It was a successful mission and they were three million dollars richer than they were yesterday. Zartan looked across the faces of all the Dreadnoks and he was secretly amazed that all of them had come back alive. As he walked triumphantly towards his hut Zanya ran over to him and gave him a big hug. The Master of Disguise was surprised by her move at first, but soon settled down and lightly put his arms around her. "I am very proud of your work today," he said to her with a small, but genuine, smile.
"Thank you, Father," she said.
"I must go now and report our success to Cobra Commander," he said.
"Yes, Father," said Zanya as she let him go.
Zartan walked inside the hut and sat down in front of the communications screen. After sending a transmission code, Cobra Commander's face popped up on the screen. "Well done, Zartan," said Cobra Commander. "You certainly lived up to your threat and made things messy."
"Thank you, Cobra Commander," said Zartan, putting on a silver-tongued tone.
"I am surprised you didn't have to deal with G.I. Joe," said Cobra Commander.
"G.I. Joe isn't fast or good enough to deal with the Dreadnoks," said Zartan. "Shall I arrange to meet you in the usual spot so that you may pick up the chips?"
"Of course, Zartan," said Cobra Commander. "But first, I have another job for you to take a look at. Are you interested?"
"If the money's right," said Zartan with a smile as he leaned towards the screen. "The Dreadnoks are always interested."
The End?