Canyons of Steel – Valley of the Damned Pt. 8

They stood on the crest of a hill in the valley that surrounded Bishop Hills, one last check of weaponry as they waited for reinforcements. A jeep pulled up, and a large black man stepped out, looking as though he really shouldn’t fit inside. Walker nodded to him, recognizing Germaine Morgan even after all these years. Walker’s attention was diverted as the whup whup whup of chopper blades began to fill the sky. An unregistered Black Hawk hovered near the ground as the gathered crowd hunkered down to avoid the updraft from the blades. Four soldiers stepped out, one approaching Walker as the others eyed the Christa and the federal and Interpol agents with suspicion. Operative Omega Six held out a hand to Walker, and wordlessly, it was understood that this day the gathered were allies, not enemies.

Walker took one deep breath as he looked to his comrades. Christa, Adams, Annie, Six, Germaine and the remaining agents, international agents and Illuminati. Weapons had been taken stock, the players were ready.

“Let’s get this started.”

*****

The guards stood around the obelisk with vigilance. They needed to protect it, to ensure it would not fall into the wrong hands. Mages would come and inspect the area, ensuring that there was no breach of their wards. One such mage was there today. He was detailing the affects of the obelisk carefully.

A small rumble distracted him. It could have been an earth tremor. But…

It grew closer.

Someone was coming.

The door to the chamber exploded into a million splinters. Heritage Front agents rushed in, cutting down the guards quickly. The mage held his hands up as he realized that there was no way he could fight back. And he scowled as the protagonist made her appearance.

“Word on the street’s tha’ there’s a prime bounty fer this piece,” Hauptmann Yar’ow announced casually as she trained a pistol on the mage. “In particular, a man who gunned down one o’ yer sect. Pity tha’ really.”

“What are you doing?”

“Ye used tha’ ta bring me ‘ere,” Yar’ow grinned maliciously. “Well, it seem that it would be rightfully mine. An’ I come ta take tha’ which is.”