"Are we going to the yard?" asked Plato. Sergey plainly nodded . Andrei was getting even more scared about what was happening and where they were headed. "I think it was a mistake to get in the vehicle," said Andrei to Plato. Plato did not say anything. He was sure in his mind that Sergey would not hurt them, even though he suspected that he was capable of hurting others. But not his friends, surely. There was no more conversation between them, thereafter. Plato was busy looking at the roads while Andrei was busy getting terrified with theories forming in his head every two minutes. And for Sergey, he was busy holding the suitcase tightly. As though nothing else mattered to him, apart form that. The car finally halted in front of the yard. "Raise your windows down," he said to them. "That would surely kill us," replied Andrei. "It surely will , but not now, very slowly, very painfully," replied Sergey. "So you are the killer after all," said Plato. " We are all criminals here, in some manner , but are not killers. And you want to kill us too now?" asked Andrei. Have you forgotten that we were all colleagues a while ago. Sergey tossed the suitcase over to Andrei. "Take a look at what is inside," he said to Andrei. Andrei opened the suitcase, it was money. Plato too took a peek at it. "Money?" asked Andrei. "And not uranium or Plutonium?" asked Andrei again. "No, there is no need for all that. Those materials you mentioned are required for the running of a nuclear plant," replied Sergey. "We are a nuclear plant, what are you talking about," asked Andrei. "For forty years, this has been a nuclear plant, and you are saying something else." "For the first 20 years of the 40, yes it was a nuclear plant," said Sergey. "Then afterwards?" asked Andrei. "Coal, noise and some steam," replied Sergey. "We have been transporting normal waste all these years?" asked Plato. "Yes," said Sergey and opened the window down. "Just normal waste. What is going on here!?" asked Andrei. "What sort of scheme is this? fooling us, fooling the entire government. You are fooling the government right?" asked Plato. "Of course we are," replied Sergey. "Then what about the energy? the output?" asked Plato. "There has to be enough power given to the government right. What is the substitute?" asked Plato. "Your windows are still shut," said Sergey. The two of them opened the windows. "It could not be nuclear waste, but it still smells awful," replied Plato. Sergey laughed and Andrei tried to laugh. "Yes , we have to produce enough energy to substitute what the nuclear plant produces," Sergey turned back, "and there is a substitute. Romanov 20 years ago, in one of his missions found a compound multiple times more powerful than uranium and could produce ten times the output the compounds that are found in earth produce." "Romanov?" asked Andrei. "The old man Romanov? He was a traveler." Sergey looked at the both of them with intensity, "The best of traveler, a man who would risk his life to save a thousand. A general who would chart territory you nor I would ever think of touching. The old man is a great traveler?" asked Plato. "This is something I cannot believe," said Andrei. "The new compound and those things I can believe, but the old man is a legend, that I cannot believe." "Then why does he work as a blue collar now?" asked Plato. "He does whatever is necessary," replied Sergey. "He does what needs to be done."Sergey now looked ahead and said to the both of them, "but most of all think that he is searching for some kind of redemption." "Redemption for what?" asked Plato. "That is something you have to ask the old man himself," replied Plato. "And Andrea?" asked Andrei. "What are we transporting to her?" "Money," replied Sergey. "And you are telling me we are taking such a big risk to bring her money?" fumed Andrei. "A risk?" "You are taking a risk?" laughed Sergey. Andrei kept quiet. Plato was more interested in the murder, "Sergey," he said. "Whatever it maybe, the things that I cannot really understand, I do not understand. But this is something I understand, that nobody has a right to take another life. You are right, I do not have the right to take another mans life but someone had to. He was a traitor. The scientist was a traitor, he was trying to steal the compound and sell it to people who were really dangerous. For what ? for Money?" said Sergey. "He was putting millions at risk just for money. And that is why he had to be killed. And that is why," Sergey turned back facing Plato, "I had to put a bullet in his head." Plato kept quiet. "And what is this for?" asked Andrei. "The suitcase. Drop this at Andreas tomorrowinstructed Sergey. The windows pulled up and the car left the yard.