The Mission Ends.

...and finds themselves back in the Mafia HQ, a few networks away from where they were before. There doesn't appear to be anyone around, at the moment.

Except, you know, Mental.

"Well, carrots be prickly!" Mental exclaims, seeming like he's going to continue. He doesn't, and instead simply skips off, presumably to go bother the same mafia navi that gave them the mission.

Uhm...

Mission complete?

"So....." Spit began asking DNR "Do we get paid now or what?"

He knew the question was a bit... much.. after the whole massive destruction thing, but he completed his requested task.

"... Well I don't know much about Spitty here but... I'll go give a mission report... at the Pub's board, all you..." DNR says, poking Spit--- I mean Splitman's chest. "...have to do is just say 'Yeah, whatever' and we'll get our stuff."