Christmas in Scotland. After this past year, I wasn’t sure I would ever celebrate another holiday. Jordon was sleeping behind me and out the window I saw not just the snow covered landscape but our future stretching out into the distance.
For the first time since I could remember, I didn’t see the next mission. There wasn’t one. Steel was no more. I was ready for a new life, one full of promise and not death. Nickoli was with us now, fighting battles none of us could quite understand. He was struggling to find his place among us. Building our new lives and helping him find his way were all I needed right now; that and the man who had fought his way into my heart.
My luck had always been shit, just as I think we can get on with our lives and new business, the past comes back to rear its ugly head and piss me off.
The Russians just don’t know when to leave well enough alone. Instead of licking their wounds and going back to Hell, they think they’re going to come after me and mine.
My resources may be limited but my determination has never been greater.
