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A/N: Alright, this is it. Just a short epilogue to tie up a couple of loose ends. Sorry guys, no miracles included. Just moving on. Remember, however, this is just the beginning. The next story will take place well into the future of this one. We'll get one final look at the twins, Casey, Carina, and Carmichael. After that, we're done here. Thank you so much to all of you who have stuck with me, and given me awesome feedback, and really just made this fun to write. I know I shouldn't consider something so sad fun, but, it was. Sorry. Also, I want to apologize to SM93STARBUCK. She did a great job of editing the last chapter for me, and giving me some good feedback before I published. So kudos to you Coffee. Now, get to writing girl! We all want your next chapter! Also, the song in the last chapter was The Angel of Death by Hank Williams. I can't believe I goofed and forgot to mention both of those things in the last author's note. My bad. Anyway, without further delay, here's the epilogue for Sarah vs. Ashes of an American Flag.

10 Miles Outside of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico
Two Months After the execution of the Machiavelli Initiative

Casey and Carina had very different ideas about how to keep their respective charges safe. Neither plan was perfect, but at the very least both of them took solace in the knowledge that one of two methods would probably work. One or both of these kids would more than likely be the key to bringing down this new plague that had cast itself upon an unsuspecting nation.

Casey decided that a safe house of his in New Mexico should provide sufficient cover. With the new regime's focus being shifted more and more towards the global aspect of rule, he knew a desert hut in a sparsely populated area like Sierra County, New Mexico should be safe from the prying eyes of big brother.

John Casey had never pictured himself at odds with the governing body of his nation. Being the true patriot that he was, he'd always thought that no matter how much he disagreed with how things were being run on an intellectual level, that he would be able to make his peace with it and continue to serve proudly. Of course, he'd never pictured the leadership of the country turning on the laws and sovereignty that they'd been elected to uphold either. Maybe it all balanced out in the end.

Besides, there was a little girl that was just waking up that needed his attention right then. His ponderings on the state of the country and the world at large would have to wait for another time.

Vancouver, British Columbia
5 Months after the execution of the Machiavelli Initiative

Carina was not a proponent of safe houses. She reasoned that she was never really that safe when she was stationed in one place. Therefore, it had only made sense to her that she should hit the ground running with Karin.

There would be certain things that the little girl would miss out on with such a life. Having friends and going to any school for any amount of time would be a couple of the major ones. But those were the sacrifices she would be forced to thrust on the child if she was going to keep her alive and get her ready for whatever role she would play in restoring the country to what it should be. Carina didn't fully understand this thought of destiny, but it just felt very true. She had always been one to trust her instincts. That is what had kept her alive out in the field for all of these years. Now she'd rely on those instincts to keep her, and Karin safe and alive.

When it was all said and done these experiences would prepare her charge for what faced her in the world of international espionage, if she was indeed destined for this line of work.

Carina secured Karin in the child safety seat and closed the door, flipping the brunette hair she'd been sporting for the past month under her scarf as she walked around to the driver's side. It was time to make tracks again.

Secure Government Facility
Location classified
One year after the execution of the Machiavelli Initiative

It had taken a few months to get used to it, but Carmichael was now comfortable in his condition. He wasn't really comfortable, but he'd at least accepted his fate. He would never again be able to live like a normal human being. His body was run by so many man made parts now that he questioned if he was even a human at all anymore.

The upgrades to the Intersect had made him the ultimate spy. His proficiency in hand to hand combat, operation of firearms both small and large, and tactical skill that had been gifted to him by the computer program that took up more of his brain than anything else had made it so. His sheer ability to get any job done dwarfed that of any other operative in the world. And since his body was made up mostly of mechanical parts, and those parts were protected by a synthetic, bulletproof skin that had been developed just for him, he was largely impervious to bullets.

But even with all of his new found prowess in this world that had claimed him for its own, the hurt that still lived inside of the man that was never seemed to go away. He never dwelled on it however. He couldn't. Every extremity he had would be torn with awful pain at just the thought of her. Of course he could never know that it was because of the behavioral programming that had been included in every refresh he'd gotten in the past year. And with a new update twice a week, they'd been able to program away almost every part of Chuck Bartowski.

So now, Carmichael alone resided in the shell of a body. It was a shell that the ruthless second in command to the new great alliance used as a very effective weapon. And that weapon would soon be put to the test again. The past seven months, after his complete recovery, he'd been sent out to track down and kill and extract information from any dissenters to this new government that he could. And he found many of them. Some were harder to break than others, but eventually, they all talked. And after they talked, they'd be granted the sweet release of death. It wasn't as if Charles had no mercy at all. Well, maybe he didn't, but the killing of the kind of people that had taken everything away from him was a terrific catharsis anyway.

And so, he prepared for another round of interrogation. This one shouldn't take very long. The subject was old, weak. He'd have this one cracked and dead in the time it took to say "That will be all." He laughed humorlessly to himself. Maybe he would enjoy this one more than he had the rest of them. No, he was quite sure that he would. He stepped into the interrogation room and eyed his mark. He spoke not a word for over five minutes. Finally, he let her hear his voice.

"Hello, Diane."

A/N: Thanks again everyone that has been there through it all. Please leave me one last bit of feedback and let me know what you think of the story as a whole and what you hope for/expect from the sequels. I really, really mean it when I say that you guys are awesome. Peace.