Yoko looked down at all the ingredients that were ready to be cooked. She took a quick look in the oven at the coconut cream pie with the luscious topping that was browning. It needed another minute. Her eyes raked the unusually large prawns, then she sighed. One bong meant now, not one minute from now. She quickly removed the pie and slid it onto a hot pad on the counter with one hand, turning off the oven with the other. The luscious-looking pie slid off the trivet and onto the counter. She shrugged as she sprinted for the door, then across to the compound. She was the last one into the war room, arriving breathless. She was about to explain about the pie when Charles held up his hand and got right to business.

"Time, girls, is of the essence. Your mission has been confirmed. Lizzie just nailed down all the details. The money brokers in Las Vegas have agreed to pay you, the vigilantes, a whopping billion dollars to. . .uh. . .take care of some rather unpleasant individuals, five in all. Lizzie will brief you on your arrival. I have on loan a British Airways Red Cross jet that will be setting down at Raleigh-Durham International Airport in exactly three hours. That means you need to change and get dressed and head out immediately. A van will be waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain to take you to the airport, where you will be met by seven male nurses who will assist you onto the plane. You will be arriving by. . .wheelchairs. When you arrive at McCarran International Airport, you will be taken in your wheelchairs to an as-yet-undecided location. There is no time for questions at the moment. Go! Don't worry about dinner, I'll force myself to eat my delicious meat loaf all by myself. There will be packaged food aboard the plane for all of you and, of course, drinks."

"Billion!" was all he heard, as the women hastened to follow his instructions.

Yoko was about to open her mouth to explain about the dogs eating the meat loaf but decided to let Charles find out for himself.

The women jabbered and babbled about having $1 billion to donate to charity. They scattered, ripping at their work clothes as they ran back across the compound to their quarters.

Fifteen minutes later they were at the bottom of the mountain and climbing into a large white van with a huge red cross on each side.

While riding down in the cable car, Yoko had explained about the pie, the first pie she'd ever baked in her life, sliding off the trivet. "Charles will have to eat it with a spoon. I'm sorry, Kathryn."

"No, no, no. I'm so. . .honored that you even tried to bake me a pie. I hope Charles chokes on it. No, I don't wish any such thing, I just said that. I don't know why I even said it," Kathryn babbled.