We made it. I wasn’t sure we would when those tanks rolled in, but the Wardens acquitted themselves honorably. Knight and I got a bit beat up, but at the end, we’re all standing and the mission was accomplished.
We’ve learned some things though. We’ve learned about some folks on “our side” that have a might debt that needs repayment. Got to find out more about Cutter … maybe that damned mind rapist that went after Red Rider will have some answers. The good doctor was tending to him after Knight and I rang his bell, so I’ll question him with Mysteria when they are both conscious.
Now that that’s done, I have to do something I’m never fond off … break the news to the team that we lost one of our own. I’m not sure I fully trusted Wentworth … hell I don’t always trust myself; but Special Agent Wise-ass never let me down. Telegram I got has him taken out by a sniper round to the throat; his Momma will probably have to have a closed casket, unless the undertakers an artist. Worst part is, I’m not sure how to replace him. I’m not sure I could trust a replacement from on high, based on what we know now. I’ll talk with the Wardens and see what they think, maybe. On the other hand, I might just have to go with my gut … this can’t always be a democracy.
Time heals all wounds, I’ve heard said. The good Book says there’s a time to kill too. I figure I can have time to heal after some more killing. Some son of a bitch is going to pay for Wentworth. That’s a fact.