Postscript

After Sam is processed, with extreme thoroughness and three cavity searches, through Sylvanian customs and immigration, Walter escorts the exhausted former spy to a sparsely furnished interview room. Bob and his wife, Eve, are waiting.

“Well, Mr. Mallory,” begins Eve, “Do not be overly concerned: your fate is in your own hands, now. You know much about network security, I understand. Should you choose to share your knowledge with us backward Sylvanians, you can earn you great respect and a relatively comfortable lifestyle.”

Sam, clearly unhappy, says, “But I have plans here in Sylvania…”

Eve cuts him off, “Yes, Mr. Mallory. There is an old Sylvanian saying, ‘Everyone has plans until they get kicked in the…’ what is the word in English, Bob? Oh, never mind. You will be allowed to fulfill your obligations here, with Walter assisting you. However, be sure to cooperate fully, or else you may be kicked.”

“In the meantime, prepare some notes, as you are expected to lead a seminar for our own agents in advanced topics in encryption and network security next week.” Eve, clearly finished with Sam, turns to Walter and commands, “Take him away.”

Turning to Bob with an inscrutable smile, Eve says, “Now, my dearest cupcakes, it is time for you to cooperate with me.”