The pair trudged through the sewers with care. They had a connection back to the office of Walker Securities, but Walker had another idea. Aside from needing a few cuts and bruises dealt with, he needed to know more about the type of "magic" they had seen on their read outs. And the only man he knew who could answer that, without getting himself tossed into a Turkish prison, was Richard Adams. Richard had retired, for the most part. Age was catching up to him, but he was still a well of knowledge, plus, he was incredibly handy with a surgical needle and could keep quiet about certain things.
"We could go back, Sir," Annie suggested. "Tracking her through this will be next to impossible."
Walker looked to Annie for a long moment. "It ain't that I don't agree with ya on that, Annie. It that somethin's buggin' me 'bout this whole thing. An' when somethin' starts buggin' me..." He didn't have to finish as he banged a fist against the steel door. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got an answer. The door opened carefully, and an elderly, yet distinguished, black gentleman poked his head out.
"Ah, yes," Adams announced. "Always do know that one of you is in trouble when lower security starts knocking. I suspect you'll need some attention." Adams held the door open allowing the two gunslingers entry. "So," he stated as the door closed, quieter than one would think a steel door should. "Who were the targets today, and where are the wounds?"
"The wounds ain't so bad, Doc," Walker remarked as he took off the jet black cowboy hat and lowered the bandana from his face. Here, both Mary and John Walker could live their dual life one in the same, with absolute safety. Adams had promised them complete autonomy while in the confines of his home, and he would keep the secret of their dual lives. "Just some nicks an' scrapes. Targets were Heritage Front, but they seemed ta be usin' some kinda magic."
"Not uncommon for Heritage Front, really," Adams replied as he went over a few of the bruises on Mary's shoulder. "You should be more careful, Mary. By the look of this bruise, you're rolling into it too soon." Adams knew what the pair had done, even without asking. It was evident in the shape of the bruises and the depth of the cuts. "Heritage Front agents have practised in magic for years, Walker, you should know this."
"But it weren't no magic we ever seen b'fore, Doc. It had a signature like Weaver..."
"...but there was fluctuations that were off," Mary continued. And again, it was like a well oiled machine between Walker and Annie. All cylinders clicking at the right time. "It seemed much more powerful than anything Weaver has managed before." She reached into her saddle bag and produced a hand held, pointing to the display where the signature first appeared. Adams finished with Mary's shoulder and gently took the hand held, studying the readings intently.
Richard knew what he was looking for, after all, it was he along with researchers from Stewart Aeronautics that created the devices for aerial observation. The ones that went into mass production were not nearly as powerful as the one Mary used. "You're going to have to search out Weavers. They're using an other worldly magic. Find out what it is, and see if you can cut off what the Heritage Front is trying to use."
"I thought it were Weaver magic," Walker replied.
"Similar, but not the same," he corrected. "Weavers will be able to help you out, mind you. Granted, they probably won't be happy to see you." Richard smirked as he tilted his glasses. The comment in reference to a dust up between Walker and Weavers several months back. Walker didn't exactly make friends with them. "See if you can talk to the head mage. If the Weavers won't co-operate, then the only other place you're going to get civil answers is from the CSIS Paranormal."
Walker sighed as he sat down in a chair. The examination room seemed sterile and cold, but it was a great deal more inviting than what lay ahead in Orenbaga. "Sometimes, Doc. Things seemed a lot simpler back in the Gulf."
"Maybe you shouldn't have left the military, John."
Walker took a deep breath and sighed. He knew what they would have to do. Rest, resupply, and make a trek into the desert. People were going to die. But if they didn't go down into the earth, people probably would die anyway. The only difference would be, the latter option would involve a great deal of pain.
"We could go back, Sir," Annie suggested. "Tracking her through this will be next to impossible."
Walker looked to Annie for a long moment. "It ain't that I don't agree with ya on that, Annie. It that somethin's buggin' me 'bout this whole thing. An' when somethin' starts buggin' me..." He didn't have to finish as he banged a fist against the steel door. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got an answer. The door opened carefully, and an elderly, yet distinguished, black gentleman poked his head out.
"Ah, yes," Adams announced. "Always do know that one of you is in trouble when lower security starts knocking. I suspect you'll need some attention." Adams held the door open allowing the two gunslingers entry. "So," he stated as the door closed, quieter than one would think a steel door should. "Who were the targets today, and where are the wounds?"
"The wounds ain't so bad, Doc," Walker remarked as he took off the jet black cowboy hat and lowered the bandana from his face. Here, both Mary and John Walker could live their dual life one in the same, with absolute safety. Adams had promised them complete autonomy while in the confines of his home, and he would keep the secret of their dual lives. "Just some nicks an' scrapes. Targets were Heritage Front, but they seemed ta be usin' some kinda magic."
"Not uncommon for Heritage Front, really," Adams replied as he went over a few of the bruises on Mary's shoulder. "You should be more careful, Mary. By the look of this bruise, you're rolling into it too soon." Adams knew what the pair had done, even without asking. It was evident in the shape of the bruises and the depth of the cuts. "Heritage Front agents have practised in magic for years, Walker, you should know this."
"But it weren't no magic we ever seen b'fore, Doc. It had a signature like Weaver..."
"...but there was fluctuations that were off," Mary continued. And again, it was like a well oiled machine between Walker and Annie. All cylinders clicking at the right time. "It seemed much more powerful than anything Weaver has managed before." She reached into her saddle bag and produced a hand held, pointing to the display where the signature first appeared. Adams finished with Mary's shoulder and gently took the hand held, studying the readings intently.
Richard knew what he was looking for, after all, it was he along with researchers from Stewart Aeronautics that created the devices for aerial observation. The ones that went into mass production were not nearly as powerful as the one Mary used. "You're going to have to search out Weavers. They're using an other worldly magic. Find out what it is, and see if you can cut off what the Heritage Front is trying to use."
"I thought it were Weaver magic," Walker replied.
"Similar, but not the same," he corrected. "Weavers will be able to help you out, mind you. Granted, they probably won't be happy to see you." Richard smirked as he tilted his glasses. The comment in reference to a dust up between Walker and Weavers several months back. Walker didn't exactly make friends with them. "See if you can talk to the head mage. If the Weavers won't co-operate, then the only other place you're going to get civil answers is from the CSIS Paranormal."
Walker sighed as he sat down in a chair. The examination room seemed sterile and cold, but it was a great deal more inviting than what lay ahead in Orenbaga. "Sometimes, Doc. Things seemed a lot simpler back in the Gulf."
"Maybe you shouldn't have left the military, John."
Walker took a deep breath and sighed. He knew what they would have to do. Rest, resupply, and make a trek into the desert. People were going to die. But if they didn't go down into the earth, people probably would die anyway. The only difference would be, the latter option would involve a great deal of pain.
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