A/N: Here it is; the true ending to my first fanfic! This has been great, and I hill be writing a sequel for this. I hoped you readers enjoyed my whole fic, an a Happy New Year! And thanks for the 500+ views!

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Chapter 21

Epilogue

And so, our adventure ends right there with the world at piece again. Everything was back to normal, and life ran as how it was.

For Brock Russell, when Pandora checked out his car's GPS history, it was last used to set the destination to the Malaysian Interpol headquarters. Geronimo had interrogated him before we fled to America, and demanded answers. It turned out, that he wanted redemption. He wanted to turn himself in. The reason? He fell in love, he felt guilty that when his girlfriend found out that he was a member of a terrorist organization. So, in hopes of she would forgive him and would return to him, he thought that he would surrender and face the music. He was then trialled for his crimes at World Court during my birthday.

"Brock Russell, the jury finds you guilty of all charges. I hereby sentence you to a life of imprisonment, or, redeem yourself and serve the world as an Interpol agent," the judge suggested.

"I...I choose the second option!" Russell chose.

And guess what part of Interpol he worked in...that's right. The Intelligence Department. He's now a spy for Interpol.

Williams? LVPD cops have searched all over the wreck of what was left of McCarran's Concourse D for his remnants. The only thing that survived was an arm. A dismembered one. They ran a DNA test and confirmed that it was Williams', and confirmed that he was no longer alive and the rest of him was disintegrated in the Force Maelstrom.

As for his followers, with Russell's intel, he told Interpol all the Technologist bases in the world. And each base in every member country of Interpol sent tactical teams to shut them down, kill them, apprehend them, and demolished every piece of their bases to the ground.

As for my newfound friends who renamed themselves as the Specters and also the Thea Sisters, they were given praises and an Interpol Medal of Honor by the General Secretariat each for their bravery and service, and how they professionally handled the hostage situation back at Las Vegas. In addition, they are now promoted personally from the GS to become Interpol Special Ops Agents, and they will partake in every mission in Geronimo's team which requires tactical skills.

At the Santa Monica house after the party, I told Geronimo that Benjamin said that he vowed to be an Interpol agent until Williams is dead or captured. So I asked him: will he stay an Interpol agent or will he return to his normal, news-hunting life with his family like he used to? He replied that he would do both; be a full-time agent with a part time job. The others agreed, no questions asked.

Me? Before I was able to even step foot outside the terminal to the parking at the entrance, I was swarmed by the press of every news media. They raised all types of questions; but the ones that gave me the most impact was:

"Mr. Arif, will you still work with Apple Inc as Head of Software Programming and Design?" That came from a correspondent from MSNBC. So I answered;

"I will have to say no on that. I have thought about it lately, and had decided to resign my position at Apple Inc. I will hand the position to the next person in line, and I will drop in my resignation letter to the CEO."

The second one gave me the most impact. "One more question for all the gamers in the world, will you still be developing your video games series, Fields Of Battle?" That was from a correspondent from IGN. I answered with;

"I have been working on the sequel and the third settlement for Fields Of Battle which I will not reveal the title until further notice. And I'm sorry to say, it will be the last game of the series before I move on. I apologize to all the fans and gamers that loved me and my teams' work, but I want to move on and enjoy the rest of my teenage life. Again, I'm so sorry."

And, I decided to move to another place immediately. So I quickly checked some real estate websites and found a perfect mansion a few hundred miles off the Eastern Seaboard.

Thea's Perspective

Thea's house, New Mouse City

Monday, September 2, 2013, two days later

7.30 a.m.

It was another usual Monday, I was up and early as usual, getting ready for the day. As always, my daily alarm sounded at 7.30 on my iPhone, labeled as 'News Hunting Time' as my wake-up alarm was set at seven every morning. I was just in front of my closet, putting on the jacket I got from inside it. Not even done suiting up for my bike ride to The Rodent's Gazette building, I got a text. Even more surprising, it was from Danny. I took a glance of the message at the lockscreen of my iPhone that read: 'Look out your bedroom window." It was even more surprising when I flipped the curtains to see what was so important to see.

A Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport Vitesse was parked on my driveway, in front of the garage that stored my pink Ducati. It even blinked its daytime-running lights at me. It was painted in its Special Edition colors, white and light blue. "What in the name of Gouda?" I exclaimed upon sight of the two-million dollar supercar.

I quickly ran down the stairs and stepped out of my house, locking the door on the way out. Then I scampered through the front yard to the Bugatti. Then I got another text from Danny that said: 'Get in, he's unlocked.' And so, I pulled the door panel and sat in the driver's seat, then closed the door.

Gripping on the steering wheel, a holographic screen popped up, hovering at the right side of the steering wheel. Then it displayed Danny's upper half with nothing but an empty background behind him, in a message.

"Thea, if you're watching this, it means that right now, you are in a Bugatti Veyron named Sebastien. He's a complete and direct clone of Colette, and Sebastien possesses all of Colette's performance stats, weapons, and defense systems. I'm sure that you like him, don't 'cha? Well, it's your lucky day! Sebastien is all yours!" At that point, I just couldn't believe what he said. "No! I'm not kidding! Why? Oh just a little something-something for ya...okay not really. It's as a 'thank you' gift. Can't believe it? Then you won't believe this! I'm giving you a three-million dollar budget for Sebastian's maintainence! Repairs, resprays, servicing, part replacements, anything that's related to your Bugatti. Okay, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I want you to go to this address..." The address showed up on the bottom of the screen, "and when you're there, wait at the street. It's just outside the city, about fifteen minutes from your house. It'll show up in the minimap. And, I challenge you to get there in half the time stated. Timer starts now..."

The video message terminated, the screen shrunk, an the timer which happened to be counting down in the HUD started to...well...count down. So I promptly got the keys from the glove box, inserted it to the keyhole and listened to the engine purr as I started the engine. I abruptly made Sebastien roar before I reversed him out of the driveway and into the streets of New Mouse City, and raced against time to the finish line, which was the address.

107 Richmond Drive, quarter mile west outside NMC

I've managed to beat the clock with only fifteen seconds to spare, and left behind some skid marks as I braked. Anyway, I was in the rich people's suburbs area, surrounded by mansions and fences and gates...the one Danny told me to go to was very much like his retreat estate back at DC. on a hill, white, long, big, huge empty yard spaces...but nothing was happening there.

I got out of Sebastien to take a look of the mansion from the outside and went to the gates to check the address. "107 Richmond Drive," I muttered to myself.

Reminding myself to close the door which I totally forgot to do, I paced back to Sebastien and gave his white door a slight push. As momentum did the rest of the work, a black Cadillac CTS-V sedan stopped right behind Pierre from the road that I came in. I was dumbfounded when the driver got out, it was Geronimo who was behind the wheel. Looking into the mirrors, I saw that with him was Trap, Benjamin, and Pandora.

"Geronimo?" I said, still surprised by his appearance. He was in his normal green suit.

"Danny told you to go here, Thea?" he asked, swiftly race-walking towards me after shutting the door.

"Yeah, you guys too?"

"Yup, I saw the Cadillac my driveway and a text message from Danny that told me to get in. The holographic message of his told me that the car's mine to keep," he stated, pointing his thumb to the car, "and told me to get here with Trap, Pandora, and Benjamin."

"That's what happened to me. In a holographic message in the Bugatti, Danny said this..." I gave Sebastien a pat, denoting that he was in my possession, "...is mine."

"He gave you a Bugatti?!" he said, holding his arm out to Sebastien.

I crossed my arms. "Lucky me...jealous much?"

"A little. What's his or her name?"

"His name's Sebastien. A perfect male copy of Colette. Yours?"

"Her name is Terra," he squeaked, looking back at his car. "A Hennessey-tuned Cadillac CTS-V, complete with the HPE1000 upgrade. The only thing I understood from her performance specs was that she's got a thousand horsepower emitting from her bi-turbo V8, accelerates from zero to sixty-two in 2.9 seconds, and she can achieve a top speed of 242 miles an hour. With a little bit of Danny's touch, she can spin on all four wheels."

I raised my eyebrow. "That's the only stuff you understood?"

"And...the special thing about her is that her computer brain is modeled after yours, so we could get along with each other. Oh, I almost forgot. Did you receive the three-million dollar vehicle budget?"

"I did..."

After our discussion, a milk white 2013 Porsche 911 GT3 braked past our cars, stopping in front of Sebastien. Geronimo and I couldn't see the driver because the glass was tinted in deep black. It made us wondering, but we stopped when the driver got out. He was five feet tall, dressed in plaid over an undershirt with Levi's jeans and blue Converse sneakers. We had to brace ourselves because the person was about to blow up our minds.

"Surprise!" the driver said in his teenage voice, standing by his car was he kept the door open.

"Danny?" Geronimo and I responded simultaneously.

"You might be questioning why am I here and what am I doing in New Mouse City. I'm prepared to answer both questions in one answer. And have I got a piece of news for you."

"What's the news?" Geronimo asked.

"You see this mansion?" Danny rhetorically asked, extending his arms at the mansion. I'm here to stay!"

"You're gonna live here in New Mouse City? With us?" I asked excitedly.

"W-w-wait, three years ago, and a human was here and he checked out this mansion first before you. That would make him the first human visitor..." Geronimo stated.

"That was my father, he was paying up front for the mansion. But, the bank repossessed it when he died and tried to resell it to another buyer," Danny said, cutting off Geronimo's squeaks.

"Then if your here to stay, that would mean that you will be the first human to ever reside in New Mouse City!" Geronimo continued.

"See? I knew it would be a piece of news!"

"Then we have to interview you!" I suggested.

"That won't be necessary, for I will join you in the news business. I am willing to work for you, Mr Stilton. Free of charge, twenty-four seven, three sixty-five."

"That's even more great news!" I stated, boosting up my cheerfulness.

"Then you'll be partnered up with Thea then, together as special correspondents," Geronimo dubbed, giving him the same position as mine.

"Then I'll better get started. After my birthday party two days ago, I immediately commanded my cars at DC to get to the harbor and pack themselves in any cargo container they could find that would be shipped to New Mouse City. And ships that carried those containers had harbored here at NMC Harbor yesterday, and the containers are finished unloading just this morning at six."

"Your giving the homeless cars a home?" I asked.

"Yup, and they've started to bust out of the containers like animals escaping from a zoo, and find their way here."

Geronimo stroked his chin. "Reeking havoc at a harbor, that could be a scoop," he said.

"And there's about four hundred more cars still busting out, unable to be controlled by the police. I assumed that your rival, Sally Rassmaussen and her assistant, Simon Squealer are on their way to the harbor in Sally's Subaru as we speak and squeak."

"Then, there's no time to lose!" Geronimo summarized, hitting his fist with the palm of his paw. "We can't let them steal our scoop!"

"Then we better get there!" Danny suggested. Then he turned to his Porsche. "Michelle, get into the house first. I'm chasing this scoop in Sebastien."

"Yes, sir!" The Porsche obeyed. She drove into the gates and made her way to the garage.

"Let's get a scoop!" Danny announced. He then approaches the passenger's side of the car.

"I'm driving him, right?" I asked.

"He's yours, ain't he?"

"Right..."

We hopped in our cars which we kept their engines running, u-turned with Geronimo in the lead and headed to the harbor by taking a shortcut through the highway, hoping to get there before Rassmaussen. As another adventure ends, a new one begins.

The End. (Insert dramatic credits music here.)

A huge thanks to those who driven me to finishing this story, especially friends and family, and of course you guys the readers! I will not disappear, I will still be here rewriting a paragraph or two. Malaysianpro out!