McKay and Ringawa, followed by several commandos, arrived on the platform, and looked down with Diego at the piranhas' feast. From the bottom of the pool, dead eyes stared up from what was left of Hitler's face under the billowing blood. The spear in his chest was falling slowly to one side, little flesh left to hold it up, as the piranhas continued their underwater frenzy.

"End of Hitler Part Two," said Diego.

"All the other Nazis are dead," McKay reported.

"I got to stake two of 'em personally," Ringawa said proudly, "before they could die on me."

McKay looked over at Hi and Eva, who lay catching their breath near the side of the pool. "Hickenlooper did one hell of a job," McKay said, "implementing our plan."

"You okay?" Hi asked Eva.

Eva nodded yes. "Except for the shrapnel," she said, referring to grenade fragments in her body. "It's a pain."

"I know what you mean," Hi said, rubbing his midriff. The front of his wet bloody shirt was in tatters. "I'd like to get these bullets out."

They looked at each other. "Well, the easy part's over," Hi said. "Now comes the hard part."

"What's that?"

"I've got to lose you again. The president wants his wife back."

Eva smiled. "He can't have her," she said. "She's dead." Hi, gazing at her, wondered if she really meant it. Eva leaned over and gave him a kiss. "He's already told the world she's dead."

"So Juan has to lose her again?" Hi asked.

"That's right. I'll send him a 'Dear Juan' letter. Personal and confidential."

Hi felt sorry for that wimp in BA. Hi knew exactly how it felt to lose her. But he felt pretty good for himself. Hi smiled and said, "Let get back for that cure."

She was worried. "Hi, what if the cure doesn't work?"

"Don't even think that. It's got to."

In the jungle, Countess Borca was sitting on the ground against a tree. Commandos were giving food and water to Crowley and the other freed captives as they lay about resting.

Diego walked over to the Countess and knelt down beside her. "My name is Diego," he said. "Are you doing all right?

"Yes, thank you." The Countess looked off in the direction of the compound. "What's going to happen to that place?"

Diego sat down on the ground. "The buildings will be demolished. The clearing shall return to the jungle. No trace will remain of Neuanfang's existence."

"Good riddance."

The Countess was one good-looking vampire, Diego thought. "Tell me," he asked, "how do you plan to get home to Romania?"

"I'll fly like a bat if I have to."

"I'm not going to be doing anything for a while. I'll be glad to escort you home personally--private aircraft--if you allow me the honor of showing you Lima first, for a couple of evenings. I'm sure, after this place, you could use a fun time."

The Countess looked him over. She was favorably impressed. "I'm sure you know how to provide it."

Diego smiled. "Is it possible to have fun with a vampire without getting bitten?"

"That depends on the vampire. What would I do for my nourishment while I'm with you in Lima?"

"Well, let's see. I could donate some blood to the Red Cross, then tell 'em I've changed my mind and bring the blood home with me."

The Countess smiled. "Sounds good. Let's have some fun in Lima. I promise not to bite."

Diego beamed. He couldn't wait to see what effect "Sweet Workin' Woman" would have on the Countess. Not to mention his pornographic pottery collection, minus two pieces.