Canyons of Steel – Valley of the Damned Pt. 2

Marianne Wollcot locked the door and closed the blinds to the street level office of Walker Security and Investigations. The business day had come to an end, but now a new aspect of business needed to be taken care of. Marianne, or Mary as John was often to call her, sat back in-front of her computer terminal and typed in a series of keys. A schematic visual of Palo Duro Canyon filled the screen.

“It would appear there is a high amount of traffic going through Sector 15, Mr. Walker,” Marianne announced. John Walker came out of his office after filing away completed reports.

He leaned on her desk as he pushed up his glasses, studying the screen intently. “Well, look at that. Seems the Heritage Front’s gettin’ a might itchy ta start somethin’.” He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s the full details on that, Mary?”

Marianne tapped a few keys, and a legend was brought up, overlayed on the schematic. “Heavy weaponry movement,” she reported in her crisp British accent. “And from these readings, it would indicate a high amount of radioactive energy.”

“So alotta them purple cotton candy men ‘re runnin’ through the sewers,” John said matter of factly. “They usually stick ta the desert. ‘Less o’ course they usin’ the sewer network ta come up near Potter.” He sighed heavily as he contemplated the situation. And then Mary gave the word after seeing something very different.

“This indicates a high amount of magical energy, Mr. Walker,” she said, pointing to a particularily red patch on the screen.

“Well, well,” John stated with a smile crossing his lips. “Now what do Heritage Front want with Weaver magic. That is the signature we’re readin’, right Mary?”

“As we’ve often seen before.”

John’s smile cracked to a grin as he spoke. “Annie, git yer gun. Time ta hit the sewers an’ go huntin’.”