Canyons of Steel - Valley of the Damned Pt. 10

Walker watched as Heritage Front and Weaver mages were loaded onto prisoner transport vehicles. Omega Six and his group had gone, orders from Walker. Make yourself scarce, because the rest of the Feds were coming to pick up the pieces. Christa had informed the new agents of what had happened, letting them know to be on the look out for Hauptmann Yar’ow. They won, but lost the final prize. Walker took a deep breath as he sat on a crumbled pillar, his hand searching for his cigarettes, but a knowing look from Christa made him smile and drop his hand into his lap.

“Good work today, John.”

“Yeah, well…” he paused as he looked over those who remained from the fight. They’d been through hell and back and survived. They’d have another shot. “Yar’ow ain’t gettin’ ‘way, Christa. I’ll either tag ‘er, ‘r you an’ yer boys ‘re gonna. Either way, she just made life somethin’ worth livin’ fer just a little while longer.”

“Words like that, you should consider joining Interpol,” Christa said with a smile.

John Walker let out a laugh as he took out his flask and opened it. “I appreciate the offer, Miss Rayne. But I like what I’m doin’ right now. Maybe in a couple more years…” he took a swig and handed the flask to Christa.

She took it carefully, taking a swig of her own before replying. “A couple more years? John, you’re going to be ready to be put out to pasture by then.”

He shook his head and sighed as Christa returned the flask. “As long as there’s them like these, I ain’t restin’. Can’t put an ol’ dog like me down.” He pocketed the flask and looked directly at Chrlsta. “‘Sides, gotta keep ya on yer toes somehow, ‘Serge.”

The End

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