Sandstorm/Epilogue

April 8 2:45 P.M. Darpa Headquarters Arlington, Virginia Painter Crowe stood outside the office door to the director of Sigma Force. He watches the custodian replace the nameplate on the door.

A new plate was affixed on it.

He was to become the next generation leader of Sigma Force. He was to be sworn in and take his oath in half an hour. It was his duty and presidential directive.

After all that had happened in Oman, DARPA had been shaken up and down, effectively rebuilt from the ground up. The data Painter brought back confirmed a lot of things. Cassandra's laptop. The Guild had its leader in Darpa and the plan was stopped. The person committed suicide rather than be taken into custody.

Sean Mcknight paid a visit as this was happening. He acknowledged to Painter Crowe he was the best person to lead Sigma Force and fill the vacancy.

Rector had planned to usurp Sigma for himself. Cassandra was his first mole. He even orchestrated the events at Foxwood in order to embarrass Sigma's leadership so that Sean Mcknight couldl be removed and he would place an operative loyal to the Guild in charge of Sigma Force.

He thought of the long road that brought him there. The letter was still in his pocket. His name was on it, havng received it last week. If he wasn't brave enough to face this, he'd never get past the doorhere. He opened the seal and pulled out the contents. It was vellum, with a nice cotton card stock.

Be there... -Kara

It was a wedding invitation in June. To be held on the banks of Lake Eden, the new inland freshwater lake of Oman. Drs. Omaha Dunn and Safia al-Maaz. He gave some thought to the others who had brough him there. Coral was on another assignment in India. Danny and Clay were on a dig together in India. It had to be Danny's idea. The Shahara and Rahim united their clans to much celebration in Oman. A new [[Shabab Oman was being built. Kara was financing repairs to the British Museum. She was probalby in a relationship with a young doctor she met while in rehab.

Ready to face the future, Painter takes a breath. He strode up, grabbed the handle, and pushed. Onto the next is new office.