After watching the HIP-C helicopter come in for a landing at the rendezvous point, then counting the fourteen attackers and the two pilots as they transitioned from it into the twin Cessna jets, the woman in the suburban smiled with delight. A moment after the hurried departure of the jets, she could see a bright flash from within the abandoned helicopter and then soon after the fuselage became engulfed with billowing smoke. The subsequent explosion a moment later meant that the extra fuel containers used as an accelerator had also been ignited by the Fugas bomb. As the only individual from the organization to witness those events, she had but one more duty to perform before beginning her drive back to Texas. After setting her binoculars on the seat beside her, she pulled the burn phone from her pocket once again and hit speed dial for the only pre-programed number that it contained.

On the other end of the line a familiar voice said, “This is number twenty three, what do you have to report?”

“Hello number twenty three. I’m confirming that the Canon City package was received, wrapped, and is being delivered according to the plan. Any possible evidence that may have been left behind is melting, and fire crews are just beginning to muster. Please repeat the message back for confirmation.”

“You are understood to have confirmed successful landing, transfer, and departure, followed by the destruction of evidence. Is that correct?”

“That is correct. Now please inform number two that all is well.”

With that she made her way toward highway-50 and followed it eastbound to Pueblo and the junction of interstate-25. From there it would take several hours to traverse southeast to her destination of Amarillo, at which time her part in the overall plan would be complete.