It was an easy solution to the third problem: he daisy-chained three garden hoses and thread one into the utility room window, so he could hook it to the hot spout for the clothes washing machine. In the seclusion of the tent, Athena and DeepPeace washed each other off with sprays of the hose and dishwashing soap. They couldn’t stop giggling or laughing.

The bomb had been removed from the MiG’s engine with the utmost care, but there was still the problem of the timer on it, once it was removed and the tamper circuit engaged. The pegasus spirit was able to “freeze” the works, but only momentarily.

Athena led DeepPeace, across the sea of white gravel, to an old privy house next to an equally old fence. She kicked open the door—he threw the bomb down the hole, they both dove to the grass. And when the bomb blew, the earth smothered the shrapnel…but the blast…

...covered them both in a substance they would not give a thought to, other than its hasty re-disposal.