Running through the crowds, towards the moving dot, Hunter pushed people out of his way. "Ziggy?" He yelled, "Ziggy?" Than suddenly, he felt something hit him in the waist. Falling to the ground in a pile of snow, Huter looked to see Ziggy, clutched to his waist. "ZIGGY!"
"Hunter! Oh my god, thank god you're here. We need to leave now."
"Agreed. Let's get in the jet."
"Uhh... you guys." Said Cee, not paying attention to the reunion, "We have a bit bigger problem..."
"What could be bigger than this?" Hunter asked, standing upright and squeezing Ziggy tight.
"Yeah, well IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, LENIN'S TOMB IS ON FIRE!!" The smell of smoke was just entering the air, and everyone thought the commotion was from Hunter's crazy antics.
"Dad." Ziggy said, "He must have done this."
"Well, we'd better stop this right now, or the KGB will KILL US ALL." Cee yelled. "PLAN NOW. MIKE, PYRO SOME OF THIS SNOW SO I CAN USE THE WATER TO PUT OUT THE FLAMES. LIXA, ZIGGY, ANNABELLE, GET IN THERE AND DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU CAN TO GET THAT BODY OUT OF THERE BEFORE HE STARTS TO MELT. MILO, HUNTER, EWAN, " She turned and looked at them, "FIND LOBOTO AND KICK HIS ASS. CLEAR?"
Anyone who hadn't left to do their part hightailed towards the mausoleum.
"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds, the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I've lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."