Canyons of Steel - Nobody Guns For My Family Pt. 9

Tip of the Bermuda Triangle, present day

Walker and Monty held their hands up as the three black clad women trained their weapons directly at them. One of them, who's face was not covered, smiled a wicked smile as she studied the pair. The operation was anything but simple, and Walker knew that their best case scenario would more than likely be capture. But what this woman had been doing on these islands, had forced Walker to act, and quickly. Of the devils that lived on this island, at least Don Maximus had some kind honour.

"The infamous Operative Violet Rose," the Sister snickered as she studied each man carefully. "And his ever infamous sidekick, Omega Six. You two have a heavy price on your heads. The Illuminati is paying a great deal for your return to them." She chuckled lightly as her words seemed to be spoken with acid. "No information was given if that order meant dead or alive. I prefer the former."

Walker merely smiled lightly as the Sisters readied their weapons. "Well then," his voice was cool and calm as he drawled his words. "If this here's an execution, then maybe ya gonna gimme the honour o' havin' a last cigarette." The Sister smirked again and nodded and Walker slowly reached into his jacket to produce a metal cigarette holder. "Much appreciated." He lit the cigarette and pocketed the holder again.

The Sister looked to Monty with sly eyes. "And you?"

"Shiela, I don't want a cigarette," he replied with a smirk. "That shit'll kill ya, mate." The irony of the situation coupled with the comment made Walker laugh slightly. The Sister, however, only glared in response.

"I hadn't expected such flip remarks from either of you," she snarled. "I anticipated some measure of heroics from you, an attempt to escape by now."

"Then you really don't know neither one o' us," Walker said as he took a pull on the cigarette. "An' as fer heroics, well darlin', ya underestimated my crew. B'cause I'd have ta say that we've got the drop on you." Walker just let the words sink in as the Sister continued to glare at him. Her eyes could have been daggers with the look she gave him. How could these two men be as calm as they were knowing that their death was imminent.

"You really don't fully grasp the situation, do you, gentlemen," she said in a low hiss. "I had thought that I would save the execution for your delivery to the Illuminati, but your nonchalant attitude has worn thin with me. Yes gentlemen, now is the time you shall..." She stopped suddenly as there was a definite click that came behind her. The hammer of a pistol being cocked.

"Blah, blah, blah," Marianne Wollcott said in an even tone as she held the Colt .45 to the back of the Sister's head. "You always were a windbag, do you know that, Sister Eventide? And you never could fully grasp the situation of an assignment. It is more than obvious you didn't study this assignment well enough. If so, then maybe you'd have realized I was here."

Sister Eventide's eyes grew wide, and in an involuntary action, she began to raise her hands as if to surrender. The pair of agents with her made the fatal mistake of looking back, giving Walker and Monty time to draw weapons and train them on the pair. How the tables turn. A calming signal from Walker urged the Sisters to drop their weapons. "Ya really don't understand the gravity o' the situation, do ya?" Walker drawled, any smile that he had before was gone now.

"Sir," Marianne called out as she pushed the barrel of the Colt into the back of Eventide's head. "Might I make a suggestion."

"I'm all ears, Annie."

"Don't kill them," Marianne said flatly. "Strip them of weapons and gear, leave them in their clothes and let them crawl back to the Sisterhood. Their failure will be their shame, and worse than any death."

Walker considered this for a moment, then slowly nodded. He motioned with his gun for the three to do as Marianne suggested, and watched as pistols, blades, and tech was dropped into a small pile on the floor. As Eventide dropped the last of her gear, Marianne took the pistol and slapped her, butt first, on the cheek. "This is for last year, you bitch. This is for what you did to my sister. My REAL sister."

"You were part of OUR family," Eventide spat back.

"No. I wasn't."

As Monty gathered the equipment, Walker held a pair of Desert Eagles trained on the remaining two Sisters. His words, however, were directed to Eventide. "She has a new family, now. An' if yer smart, yer gonna steer clear o' us an' this island. B'cause ya come gunnin' fer any o' us 'gain, I won't be as charitable as I am right now. Nobody, but nobody, guns fer my family." He gave a nod to Eventide, an indication to get moving. As the three shamed Sisters walked slowly away, Walker lowered his weapons. He looked to Marianne and let go of a breath he seemed to be holding for a while. Marianne's features softened as she looked Walker and Monty. In her eyes was all the thank you that needed to be said.