"Well well well, what's aaaaall this then!?!?!" You hear an obnoxious voice
bellow behind you. "Assault 'n battery, it looks like ta me! Telan, you've done
paralyzed the poor geezer!" You turn around to face, once again, your long-time
nemesis, Sgt. Stone. You are surprised to see that he is smiling.

"Well done, Telan," Stone says, shaking your hand and laughing. "I knew ya
could do it all the time. Just gotta keep you secret agents in line, ya know.
Y'still gotta follow the laws around here! Ha! No 'ard feelings, eh?"

Moments later, the tall figure of John Abraham arrives on the scene. He shakes
your hand. "Good job, Telan, good job. Not only have you recovered the IP-39
prototype, you've exposed a terrorist plot and toppled a faction of a dangerous
enemy espionage team! Well, I'd say you performance merits a bonus, of say,
fifty thousand dollars. I'm sure Parth would agree. Hey, where is he, anyway?"

"Haw Haw Haw!! That is a sehr gut idea, Herr MacCumhaill!! Oh, look -- Herr
Telan has found the machine!" a throaty voice exclaims, and you turn to see
Harold Werdt and John MacCumhaill walking together, smiling broadly.

"Telan, I want to thank you personally," MacCumhaill says, "You've helped me
open my eyes. Werdt and I have decided to merge. Together, we will be absolute-
ly unstoppable."

"Ahem! Excuse to please me, I mean, please to excuse me! Has rank no privelege
around here?" you hear the garbled voice of Tinker enter the scene. He is help-
ing the apparently exhausted Ulam Parth; holding him up, really. "Let your boss
speak!"

"Telan, thank you. You've done well -- and since I've been locked in that cell
for most of the time, I haven't had to hear your bickering! A most pleasant
mission in that regard! But what I want to announce now is that I'm retiring --
not to the commies, no, to a fishing resort on Uranus' second moon, Tinker's
coming along, too. We old war horses only slow down a class intelligence agency
like this. Abraham will take over as leader of Argrath, effective immediately.

Oh, Telan, I know I, uh, promised you a promotion, but, well, something came
up. Your promotion will have to wait until after this mission. Today, we've
received a whole passel of contracts, and your the only man who can handle
this one -- "  He hands you a new sheaf of secret documents.

Oh well, a secret agent's job is never done...

The End.