"What the hell happened?" Nancy wanted to know for about the fifth time. It was clear she had no idea. "Here, take a look at this," she said to Rose, wanting to take her mind off it. Nancy pulled the Land Rover to the side of the road and switched on the small television it had.

On the screen was herself, dressed in a formal looking outfit. "First of all, I would like to congratulate Interpol for their attempts to destroy the world," Nancy said sarcastically. Her slow clapping was equally so. "Has it begun to sink in yet that no one else wants the measures you go to? That you are not above the law? Would you like to know what it's like to be hunted like a dog, the same as you do?" At that she reached down and pulled up a briefcase. "Maybe we should find out." Popping the case open Nancy displayed the bundles of hundred dollar bills inside. "This is a million dollars of my own money, and I am offering it to anyone within the sound of my voice who takes out Interpol." Lifting up a bundle of money, she continued. "I don't care what measures you go to. I...no, the world, wants their heads on a platter. It doesn't matter to me if you are a mercenary like myself, if you are military, if you are even a terrorist, or Joe Average with a gun. Hell, you could be a rapist and nuke a city to kill them for all I care. You take out Interpol, and the money's yours." She leaned in close, money in hand. "Think about it, one million dollars. Added to the amount that's already offered by their chief investigators that's a nice little nesting." Smiling behind the money, Nancy added "seems like the game has gotten a lot more interesting."

"That's being broadcast to the mercenary networks coast to coast," Nancy explained to Rose. "My students are handling most of it. This is bound to create a feeding frenzy."