The crew strap themselves in and begin their descent home. Looking at one of the camera monitors, you can see the derivative emerge from the floor of the cargo bay. It seems you have not lost it as you'd hoped. But there's nothing to be done about it now. Upon hitting re-entry, the heat and the vibrations do seem to have an effect on the derivative. It is hard to see through the low quality cameras, but it looks as if it is being unfolded, or smoothed out, erasing great jags of folded perspective at a time. Like someone is smoothing out the folded origami of reality. After a minute there is nothing left but a single fold which then smooths clean and the derivative is gone.
Landing and debriefing proceed as smoothly as could be expected. There are some hard questions about what happened to Weintruab's body and the death of Hamlet, but Woolrich interrupts and has any answers stricken from the record for national security reasons. After the debriefing, Woolrich expresses his thanks for your service to the country and that you've made the world a safer place. He is truly apologetic for the loss of Weintraub and Hamlelt, then says cryptically,
"We are all tools to the Program, and every tool gets worn or broken sooner or later."
As for your careers, you never see space again. You are all quietly reassigned to useful but ultimately dead-end positions in departments best suited to your skills. At one point, each of you are contacted by people digging about the mission: investigative journalists, conspiracy theorists, TV show hosts of disreputable programs...
OOC:
Well we're near the end! Please post about what you do after the mission has ended. And the most important question, what do you divulge about the mission? Clearly there was some Top Secret shenanigans going on that ended up killing two people and you know the official story is complete bullshit. Do you talk to anyone asking about it? Do you speak to the media?