Getting the body of the plane wasn't particularly hard as it turned out once you removed the head from the body, you could fold it up pretty neatly. Especially since Venom's arms had already been modular models. Detaching the rest was merely an exercise of painstaking work with a scalpel - which Kynos did during the rest of the four hour flight - whistling while he was at it. After that detaching the legs was merely a formality. With after this compartmentalizing the body parts were wrapped in plastic and after the landing retrieved by the same smuggling drone, that had previously provided them with their gear.
With a certain satisfaction, Kynos visited the street doc Finestra had organized to dissect the rest of the corps for other valuable ware and finally incinerate the mutilated remains. As his final resting place, Kynos had requisitioned a box for hazardous medical waste.
After delivering the "urn" to the designated bank he allowed himself to sleep two days straight in his bolt hole. Venom's expensive suit stayed there for the moment. Rested and of considerable better disposition after he had gotten his original suit back from dry cleaning, he went to the bank to fetch the runs bounty.
As agreed, DemoX and Finestra waited for him when he left the building.
Than the sharing began:
"...here is Casa's share Finestra. Please sign here that you received it. And here is DemoX' share..."
With a slightly evilly grin Kynos gave that portion also to Finestra.
"Well, that was that. I can't say that I was thrilled to do it that way, but I did appreciate your efforts nonetheless. My greetings to Casa - here is the number of my fixer. You or him can call him if you need my help with any further... disposals."
When Finestra had gone, Kynos turned to DemoX:
"Here, at least you didn't tell them about the bonus. Do yourself a favor and don't spend it straightaway at the casino.
And now, I've got to run and find a certain loan shark. So long BoomBoom..."
And with that Kynos pedaled off with his stolen bicycle. After about an hour he emerged from a small building at the edge of the barrens, having left almost all his earnings in the hands of a very sour looking fellow of Russian descent. Kynos felt the loss acutely, but that was compensated by the fact that he wouldn't have to meet Boris again.
After another half hour of pedaling he reached again the Red Hot Nuke compound.