Michael and Luke returned to their hotel, where an old man awaited them. They both recognized him, and after they parked the car, they didn't hesitate to leave it and talk to him. He was an elder man, who held a file in one of his hands.
"How's your prodigy doing?" the elder man asked Michael.
Michael wanted to answer, but Luke beat him to it: "Two girls died under his watch."
"Really?" the elder man didn't sound surprised.
"Died trying to kill our target." Michael corrected him.
"Oh?" the elder was surprised this time, "Was it him?"
"No, the target did it." Luke answered.
"I see." the elder seemed disappointed.
"That doesn't mean anything." Michael reasoned, "Give her some more time, and..."
"Time is one thing we don't have." the elder man said, as he showed them the file he was holding.
Michael took the file into his hands, opened it, and found pictures of dead people in it. All of them were slain brutally, although the means by which it was done was unclear, but some would say it looked like their head exploded. Michael inhaled deeply at the sight of that.
Luke took a quick glance at the pictures: "Looks like she's getting closer."
"Yes." the elder man said, "And from what you told me..."
"It doesn't mean anything." Michael interrupted him.
"You can't know that." the elder man said, "And we don't have time to find out. You know what that means."
Luke nodded: "Right, I'm on my way."
"No!" Michael stopped him, "I'll do it."
Michael ran to the car, got in, turned it on and drove away.
"You better go too." the elder man told Luke, "Make sure it's done."
Luke nodded, upon which he searched for his own car to drive away too.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the mountains, there was a hotel. The man in the lobby was playing Solitaire, when he heard the tapping of a woman's heels, almost masking the sound of a second person's footsteps, entering the building. He stood up, and saw two people. One man wearing sunglasses, and one woman, who wore a large enough hat to cast a shadow over her face.
"Oh! Er..." the man tried to look confident before his costumers, "Would you like to check in?"
"Are there any more guests in this hotel?" the woman asked.
"Er..." the man seemed ashamed, "No, business is a bit slow. I mean, this hotel is built in a thinly populated area, where there aren't many people..."
The man stopped mid-sentence, remembering he shouldn't have said that if he were to impress his costumers.
"Good." the woman whispered, "With nobody else around, less of a chance to be seen."
"Are you a movie star?" the man asked, "If so, you have nothing to worry about, you'll have all the privacy you need, nobody that would..."
As he kept talking, the woman took off one of her gloves, and raised her hand. The man stopped talking as soon as he noticed how the hand looked almost blue, and seemed to lose some of its skin. The woman tilted her head up, so her face became more visible, revealing that her face too looked like it was about to fall apart.
"Thank you." the woman whispered, "You're so kind."
One flick of her hand made the man's head tear itself apart, upon which the body fell down, limply.
"Spread the word." the woman told the man, "Let them know where they can find me."
The man nodded, and left the hotel.
Back at the air force, the General received a call from his Sergeant: "Hello? Frank, whatdya got? What do you mean he doesn't have a son? Then who's this guy that my daughter is talking about? (sigh) Someone's playing a dangerous game here. Alright, keep me posted!"
As he hung up, he heard his daughter's voice: "Dad, what was that?"
"Nothin'." the General answered, "Aren't you supposed to be asleep."
"Dad, you've got to listen to me." Alice begged.
"I've already heard you the first time." the General said, "You were obviously dreaming. Now will just let the adults handle it!"
"Or what?" Alice asked him, "Will you court-martial me?"
"That's enough!" the General insisted, "Will you just go get some sleep!"
That wasn't a request. But even if she wanted to comply his order, she didn't feel like sleeping. As she left his office room, she sneaked out of the house. Seeing as this area wasn't that big, it wasn't difficult for her to find Powell's house. There were still a few lights on, which meant he was still inside. Suddenly, she saw Powell leaving the house and heading towards the base's exit. She couldn't be sure what he was up to, but she was determined to find out.
What Alice didn't realize is that someone else was watching her every move, and as he saw her leaving the base, chasing her coach, he decided to follow her.