“This ain’t fair,” the ganger screamed from behind a row of crates. “I carved this little piece of heaven for myself and I’m gonna keep it.”
“Ain’t nothin’ personal,” Walker shouted back as he squeezed off another round from his assault rifle. “We just need a place ta hunker down, an’ Frankie tol’ us ya might be willin’ as long as ya vacated this here spot.” Walker wasn’t exactly impressed with what Heck had told them. Originally, the deal was take down Fancy, and he’d find them a place. There was nothing stated about having to clear out a den of gangers.
“Blood hell, mate,” Monty shouted as he put two into an advancing Hellion. “Frankie never said a damned thing about us having a place filled with scorch marks ‘r removing bodies from it.”
“Maybe Frankie should be talked to,” Marianne suggested in a calm and rational voice as she fired her crossbow.
“I doubt that any amount o’ rational conversation’ll sway the bastard fer us,” Walker replied as he pushed a crate out of the way, revealing Guido Franetti, cowering against the wall. “Get yer ass up!”
“Don’t shoot me. Please don’t kill me.” Franetti had been turned into a quivering puddle as he found it difficult to rise from the floor. Monty stepped forward and frowned, muttering about the stench. Bloody pissed himself. “Look, I’ll… I’ll leave. Just don’t… don’t shoot me, ‘kay.”
“Goddammit! Yer just some squirt kid,” Walker observed with a sigh as he cradled the rifle. “Get yer ass up, an’ get the hell outta here. An’ don’t let me ‘r any o’ us see ya in the William ‘gain. Got it?” Guido crawled past the three before managing to find some purchase on his feet and sprinted out of the warehouse.
Walker took a cursory look around before giving out details. “Monty, that room over there looks like it’d be a decent one fer storage. Annie, see if ya can find what sorta electrical system we’re lookin’ at. How old it is. We may have ta start cullin’ parts t’gether. I’ll handle the bodies. When we’re done the initial with the buildin’, drag ’em down ta Sharkhead an’ give ’em a proper burial.” Both Monty and Marianne nodded, quickly moving out to take care of their orders.
Walker looked around one last time. Even with the death, scorch marks and all, he smiled.
Home. They finally found a home.
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