They picked themselves up, brushed off the charred remains of the Sikorski and checked to make sure they and the Xolos were okay. "Should we even pick up the stipend?" Atticus asked. "We might be traced..." "Let's find out" replied Nasrin. "Maybe there's some cash- we could exchange it." She pulled out her cell phone and GPS and powered them down. "I suggest you do the same. We'll grab new SIM cards later." They walked in the general direction of the Bayonne bus terminal in silence still uneasy by what they had just witnessed.