Saturday grins, a little too sharply. "He did. 'bout five years later. Dumb fucker popped up in Rio working under the same false name he'd used when he burned Dmitri. He put together a crew and, uh, exradited him. Turned out, he'd fucked Ice Pick in the first place because he was planning to burn the organization; D's crew was just collateral damage. The big man himself wanted a crack at this poor piece a' shit."

Saturday shakes her head, pitying but amused at the fate of those who overestimate their skills.

"Anyway, no one ever heard from him again."