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Flight of the Valkyrie 18

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Louis' eyes widened in fear as the explosions detonated throughout the landship. The armoured vehicle was virtually impenetrable from the outside, but from within it was weak. Swiss had managed to punch a hole in their defences as usual circumstances would not allow a man to waltz up to their windows and rip them open before bombarding the interior with explosives.

Some kind of gas or liquid within the landship must have been highly combustible as a far larger explosion suddenly tore through the landship.

Louis' eyes seemed to flash in the light as he spread his arms and leapt backwards, his girth and spread arms allowing him to create a domino effect that knocked his crew back into the house onto the floor. A large piece of shrapnel crashed into the doorway seconds later, embedding itself in the wooden frame. Had his actions been much later, he would probably have a permanent smile on his face...

Still, it was difficult to be incredibly pleased. In a matter of minutes they had felt the loss of both Amelia and Swiss both, the lack of body for Amelia only meaning that the Darmanians likely had her somewhere and that did not bode well in itself.

Louis slammed his fist into the ground, looking out through the doorway at what was still just a large cloud of smoke and burning fires. The stench of human skin and hair burning filled his nostrils and he found himself disturbed by the fact that such things were becoming normal to him. No longer did the sights, sounds and smell of death sicken him, but instead they were becoming something of an overture to his last few years.

In the back of his mind he still held a strange piece of hope that somewhere in this country his parents were still waiting for him, waiting to be released from whatever horrid place they were being kept in...

The Count stood, the back of his head throbbing in a way which made his eyes hurt. He closed his uncovered eye and looked through his monogoggle into the smoke and debris outside. He heard the rest of the crew standing as he adjusted the light filters on the lens over his eye, allowing him to see a complete lack of human movement.

"Swiss..." Gen was the first to speak, at Louis' side to stare out into the billowing smoke.

"I know." Louis' reply seemed to be all that was necessary as tears rolled down Genevieve's face.

Swiss had been recruited to the crew back when Louis was Captain of the Chimera, a smaller, sleeker vessel than HMS Valkyrie and with a far darker past. Long before the days of state sponsored piracy Louis had been in the game for personal benefit alone. Although Gen had not joined the crew until later the German had welcomed her with open arms, enjoying having a young engineer on board who seemed to be able to spot ways to improve mechanics just through instinct. She had improved his prosthetic limb a great deal within the first month and had been increasing its usefulness ever since. But she would no longer need to do so...

Louis looked around the ragged remains of the building the were still hiding in and the tattered state of  the men and women under his command. Those crew he could see were dumbstruck at the death of the larger than life gunner. One of the junior gunners was weeping freely, wiping her eyes with a dirty handkerchief, her faint sobs the only audible noise as the dust settled.

"We have to move." Davenport broken the silence which had clung to them all and the crew grudgingly began to move from the house, taking great care to avoid large pieces of hot metal, pieces of shrapnel littering the street as they moved through it.

"There'd betta be good reason fer all this Cap'n." Skye told him, coming alongside Louis as they walked.

"We did a good thing Tabby. We destroyed the enemy's flagship, a feat no other ship could have managed. We have destroyed a piece of technology with the potential to cause extreme damage outside of this war. Now we go to remove the head from the snake entirely." Louis refused to look at her as they walked into another narrow street and turned, Louis following his first mate's movements based primarily on her amazing sense of direction and keen eye for street layout.

"We coulda left 'fore this war even 'appened. I 'aven't even seen America yet, you promised me that country."

"I promised a lot of things." Louis' eyes narrowed as he was pushed further towards anger by the young woman.

"Was getting' us killed one of 'em. Pretty sure I don't remember that'un." She fired back, getting angry also at Louis' dismissive attitude.

"NO! You think I WANTED this to happen Tabitha!? This crew are my family...even more than my parents and sister, I have shared far more with you all!" Louis grabbed the collar of her shirt and held it tightly. "If we had not come in, the Darmanians may well have amassed a greater force, they may have defeated Britain and the Empire may have come under THEIR rule! Could you imagine what these bastards could accomplish with that much wealth and raw materials behind them!?"

"For God's sake Louis," Elizabeth grabbed his arm, "do you want to bring the entire country down on us with your mouth?"

Louis blinked and felt his mood soften as he released his first mate, taking a step back away from her.

"I know what I have caused, but I gave you all the option to leave. You chose to follow me. If you are having second thoughts now, have you not left them rather late?" Louis asked, looking around.

"We're with you Captain. Relax a bit yeah? You don't want to end up with wrinkles." Davenport smirked and moved ahead of Louis, crouching low and looking around a corner. "The outside appears to be clear, I assume you want to continue with this harebrained suicide mission?"

"Of course," Louis replied, patted on the back by several of the crew. "Lets finish this once and for all. Tabitha, which way now?"

"Afta this turn, we've got two more, a left an' a right." Skye was shaken, but her attitude was darker now and her eyes stayed on Louis, narrowed in annoyance. "The roads're both less 'an a hundred metres."

As they made their way past the burning wreckage of the landship that blazed like a pyre to their fallen gunner, the crew made their way down several streets. The streets now seemed to be comprised of concentric circles leading them slowly towards the centre of the city. The city had gone deathly quiet, the smoke and fog of war now obscured the sky, giving the city an enclosed suffocating vibe. It was deathly quiet and the crew took care to keep thier steps quiet as the slightest noise seemed to echo off the curved walls.

The air was rent with an horrific howl from somewhere nearby, it shook the very breath in their lungs and chilled every crew member to the bone, freezing them to the spot in deep and primal fear. The noise itself seemed to have a weight to it, as if the vibrations of the air themselves were heavy, attempting to crush them both physically and emotionally. None of them had ever experienced anything like it before and Aurora suddenly turned and vomited violently, but no-one blamed her at all, the feeling in their stomach's mirroring that sentiment perfectly.

"What, the hell, was that?" Gen shivered, small sobs escaping from her lips despite how hard she tried to control herself.

"I..." Louis' voice cracked and he shook his head, standing up straight and pulling down his red vest, brushing it down and adjusting his hat.

"We're going towards it aren't we?" Davenport asked, shaking his head. With a quick hand signal he fanned out his remaining soldiers, of which they were five out in front of the advancing crew in battle formation.

"Indeed, it seems that way." Louis' head throbbed and he stared towards the buildings which separated them from the centre, knowing that he was looking in the precise direction of the source of this strange feeling.

As they advanced nearing a break in the houses, one of the soldiers ahead peered around the corner, suddenly raised his fist in the air and they froze mid-step. Then, slowly, he made his way quickly and quietly over to where Louis and Davenport were crouched.

"Sentries sir," The soldier hissed while saluting, "two of them by my count I reckons, alert but facing in the other direction."

"Very good Jackson," Davenport responded in an equally whispered manner, quickly returning the salute, "return to point and keep watch. The Captain and I will figure out how to deal with this obstacle."

The private hurried back to his position and kept watch, making sure the sentries had not seen or heard them. Louis thought for a moment and turned to Charles.

"Davenport, we are going to break cover, I will take the one to the left, you go right and then we shall be free to make our way deeper. We have no way to do this without making it obvious that we are there, but we need to do it quick. Crew, ready your weapons and prepare to attack anyone and anything we find once we emerge into the open space of the central area." Louis gave his orders quickly and in hushed tones before he turned to Davenport and nodded.

With his nod, both emerged from the wall and fired a single shot, the men guarding the entrance to the central area crumpling to the ground before they moved to the opening between buildings, strangely finding that they were stepping over ropes and chains secured to the ground and then attached to the buildings they now stood beside.

The sight before them was a strange one for sure and not what they were expecting in the least.

The large clearing may once have actually been attractive. The paving stones here were larger, black in colour and far better quality than any of the ground they had stood on previously, but there was not much space between where they currently stood and a large, gaping pit in the centre and the closer to the pit, the more unstable the stones. Guide ropes and chains criss-crossed the area, buildings secured to the more stable ground in order to make them safer considering more ground crumbled into the pits.

The area was by no means deserted, Darmanians both armed and non-armed stood around the fringes of the area, most with their eyes locked onto a crane-arm which currently hung over the edge of the pit, secured both to the ground and to the buildings behind it. Over the centre of the pit hung a cage, looking close in shape and construction to those used in the middle ages to contain prisoners about to be tortured, its wrought iron bars holding within it a battered but alive Amelia Hawkesworth. Her skirt was torn and her small top hat was missing, but Louis saw no blood or bruises as of yet, which lifted his heart.

The Darmanians had noticed the crew now, but were not making any motions to raise their weapons or move closer to the Valkyrie crew and were instead moving away, back against the walls of the pit.

Suddenly another roar tore through the area, causing a few of the Darmanians to actually crouch down and clutch their heads. The same wave of despair, nausea and dread hit the crew, the sound seemed to come from deep within the pit originally, but also...it was as if the noise was a thought within their own minds, come from the depths of their subconscious. For a moment, Louis was sure he heard his name mixed into the roar and he looked up, shocked at this. But he saw that the rest of the crew were staring toward the pit in the same manner.

"Did it just say my name!?" Aurora asked, stepping forward with her gun up, prepared to attack whatever was in the pit.

"I heard my name..." Elizabeth added quietly.

"We all 'eard our names." Skye concluded, the wire connected to her daggers beginning to glow red as the blades started heating up.

"How is that possible? My hearing isn't fantastic at the best of times..." Davenport had holstered his sidearm, one of his men handing him his grenade launcher, he began loading it swiftly with explosive rounds rather than the chloroform he had become accustomed to using when with Louis.

"Forget it and focus. Why are the Darmanians ignoring us?" Louis asked himself aloud, beginning to slowly circle around the left towards the church, keeping well away from the edge which plummeted into darkness. As he moved, he kept an eye on the Darmanians, reaching out with his left hand to feel for ropes and chains to duck under or climb over.

Another roar froze him and the crew as a monstrous tentacle began to rise from the pit, causing Amelia to scream shrilly. The limb was a deep, dark green on top fading into a dull brown on the bottom. Louis could not discern whether the green was the natural colour or was some sort of moss growing on the thing, it seemed to blend seamlessly. The colours shimmered as the tentacle moved upwards, now far thicker than any of the crew members and taller than most of the buildings around the square. All along the surface of the limb were bulbous nodes, lumps which ranged in size from larger than a head to as small as a clenched fist. The tentacle slammed down several feet to Louis' left, blocking his path.

The Count moved closer, staring at the tentacle and he began to approach it slowly, ducking under a chain as he stared, fascinated, at this unknown creature. He crouched nearby and looked closely, completely missing the fact that another tentacle was rearing out of the pit until it crashed down on the opposite side of the pit, causing Louis to turn and stare in shock. The crew had kept still but had all crouched down, their eyes surveying the situation closely. Another two tentacles slowly lifted and crashed down, all the while Amelia was hanging above the pit, her screams ringing out across the square between sobbing cries.

Louis looked  around, desperate now to get the accountant out of harm's way. Whatever this monster was, more of it seemed to be coming out of the pit and Amelia was directly above the centre of the pit. Louis estimated the pit was at least ten metres across and he would have to reach the correct height if he was to achieve this...

The roar rang out again and Louis was temporarily paralysed again, but his eyes were set on the side of the crane. As soon as he could move he angled himself up correctly and ran forwards, flicking a switch on the jetpack to send him careening towards the arm of the crane. He slammed into the side and it swung towards the edge of the pit. As soon as it was over solid ground, Louis cut the rope which held the cage and fell down beside it, ensuring it could not roll into the pit. The jetpack was switched off and Louis smiled at the fact that the fuel gauge was only just below half full. It truly was amazing!

It was only then that Louis realised shots had begun ringing out from the Darmanians as a bullet knocked the hat from his head. He smashed the lock of the cage and pulled Amelia free, grabbing his hat before hiding behind the nearest wall, an alcove in the stone building nearest to him.

"Good to see you again Amelia, nice to know you are doing well." Louis spoke, leaning out to see his crew returning fire at the armed Darmanians. The ones who had no weapons were now running towards the crane in a blind panic, shouting to each other in what appeared to be fear.

Louis drew his pistol and leant around the corner to fire, hitting a Darmanian in the leg, causing him to stumble dangerously close to the pit. The man landed on his hands and knees, but the stone his hand landed on slipped and the man tumbled into the darkness below.

Amelia slumped against the wall behind her, sliding to the floor and clutching her knees. Her eyes were wild and she stared straight ahead, shaking violently.

As Davenport ducked out of cover he squeezed off a single shot, the explosion killing two Darmanians and raining debris on the others.

The monster would not remain forgotten for long and another roar leapt from the pit, ringing with their names, echoing around within their own minds. Louis clutched his head and fell back, groaning as the sound threatened to rip his mind apart. In anger, he leant forward and, struggling, fired the first dart he could load at the nearest tentacle. It connected and emptied itself into the thick skin, the red dart was supposed to explode upon contact with oxygen, but nothing happened save the large nodules on all of the tentacles suddenly opened, revealing themselves to be eyes. All of the eyes were a bright turquoise colour and as they blinked open, they searched around before they suddenly all turned towards Louis, locking him in their sight.

"Oh come on..." Louis breathed heavily and turned to Amelia, lifting her, struggling as he still held his pistol in his right hand. He was grateful for his crew's cover fire as he began to run away from where he had been stood, avoiding the  pit entirely as he realised he was coming closer to another tentacle, the eyes fixed on him. He looked over in the direction of his crew, several of them had dropped their weapons, and were on their knees clutching their heads, faces racked in pain. Several Darmanian guards were also incapacitated in the same way.

Louis.

"What?" Louis asked, looking at Amelia, but she had not spoke, the voice had been a whisper within his own mind once more. Strangely, it felt as though it had not intruded upon on his mind, rather like it had been there all along.

As Count Louis de Theudubert stared into the eyes, he heard it again.

They are here, your family. Everything you have sought upon entering this country...and I can give them to you.

Louis put Amelia down and stepped towards the tentacle, registering that the thing was 'speaking' to him, albeit telepathically.

"How do you know such things? What would you want in return?" Louis' thoughts seemed to turn instantly from how the creature could know to wanting to deal with it directly.

I want nothing, I merely want to give those of this world what they desire and yours is such a noble desire.

Louis raised an eyebrow and walked even closer, until he was only a few metres from the nearest, and largest eye, this one wider than Louis and almost as tall. It seemed to look straight past him, not focussing on him in the least, but staring unblinking as if straight through him.

"Nothing in this life is for free...what are you really after?"

"LOUIS!"

Louis looked up to see another tentacle had risen from the pit and this one slammed down towards the Count. He dove forwards, pressing against the tentacle he had been addressing as he suddenly realised where the eyes looking. They had not been looking through him, they had been staring past him; at Amelia!

The tentacle that had just slammed down curled around her and began dragging her towards the pit. A bolt of lightning crashed into the tentacle, followed by a pellet which exploded just above the lip of the pit, tearing mostly through the monstrous limb. Louis threw his gun to his left hand and drew his sword with his right, hacking at the point where Aurora's explosion had caused the damage. It took him three strong swings before he severed the tentacle, the eyes on the piece above the lip growing dim as the rest fell back into the pit. An incredible scream came from all around them and inside their heads as well, causing Louis to momentarily feel disorientated and nauseous.

Amelia had begun whimpering and speaking in a language which Louis was far from familiar with. Louis scrambled through the gap between the pit and the stump of the amputated tentacle, sheathing his sword before grabbing the accountant and activating his jetpack as the other tentacle swept to one side, dragging its own fallen tentacle into the pit in an attempt to capture Louis and Amelia.

Louis landed next to his crew and put Amelia down, his eyes on the pit as a rumbling had begun. Two more tentacles had risen out of the pit and crashed down, eyes focussed on the crew as something moved from within. The pit was suddenly filled with large, yellowed spikes and mounds of pink flesh between these, more spikes jutting forth from the flesh, appearing from within it until several rows of what appeared to be teeth now stood up from the flesh. A space in the middle suddenly opened up, more rows of teeth going down as far as could be seen.

Give her to me!

"COME GET HER!" Louis replied, clicking a black dart into his pistol, one which had not been used before but was a combined effort by both Aurora and Elizabeth, an incredibly lethal combination.

All at once an intense roar ripped through their minds and one of the tentacles rose high above them. Waiting for his targeters to plot a trajectory, Davenport fired his grenade launcher in a high arc, an explosive cannister crashing into the tentacle before a bolt of lightning hit nearby and then a red pellet crashed into it, spreading red liquid over the damaged portion before it exploding, severing another tentacle which fell into what appeared to be the creature's own mouth. The Darmanians had long since fled the square, terrified far more of this monster than anything else they could face.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie..." Amelia whispered to herself, shaking before she grabbed Louis' leg. "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die!"

"What is she blathering about?" Elizabeth asked, pulling a small ball from a pouch on her belt which she threw towards the open mouth. It popped against one of the teeth and spread its contents across a portion of the flesh. A shriek erupted from within their minds, now seeming almost natural to them as large welts appeared around the tooth, the toxins from a ball of Pandora's Kiss clearly affecting whatever this thing was.

"I have no idea, but at least it is English now." Louis replied, looking at the accountant who's eyes were not leaving the monster. "I think it has been inside her head for quite some time now...it has unhinged her. We shall have to fix this later!"

"Focus please!" Gen fired another bolt of lightning, this time at the gaping maw which covered most of the pit. It was as though the creature had turned itself inside-out!

Skye threw some of her smaller daggers and with expert precision she hit three of the eyes on another tentacle.

Louis fired the black dart into the mouth, smiling as it hit and emptied itself into the flesh. Nothing happened for a moment and then a screaming began, quickly followed by Davenport firing an explosive round down the creature's throat with a yell of his own.

"Nothing is working!" Aurora cried out. "That dart we made you was a liquidised version of Pandora's Kiss combined with a corrosive acid and no explosions are large enough to damage it!"

Louis stared as the tentacle with the daggers embedded in its eyes raised up. There were two tentacles still supporting the monster while this one lifted. His initial thought was to remove the tentacles so that the creature fell...but they had no idea how many more tentacles it had or whether the pit was truly a pit at all...it could well have merely been this creature's lair. They needed to kill whatever it was, not knock it back into the hole...

The Captain grabbed Amelia and pulled her to one side as the crew split in half, diving out of the way as the tentacle struck. Another telepathic roar crashed into them as if it were a concussive force and the tentacle thrashed, crashing into Louis to send him into the side of a building, crashing against it with a loud clang, denting the jetpack he wore. He found himself counting his blessings that despite the hard impact, he had not exploded from the impact of the jetpack and then the idea struck him.

"AURORA! HOW LONG DOES YOUR RED LIQUID TAKE TO DETONATE ONCE IT MIXES WITH OXYGEN!?" Louis shouted, stabbing his sword into an eye before he pulled it free and pulled back, causing the tentacle to move towards him before it was pelted with attacks from the other side.

"ABOUT THREE SECONDS, WHY?"

As an explosion caused the tentacle to be pulled back towards the pit, injured but not severed, Louis ran forwards, holding out his hand to her. Rather than hand him a capsule, she handed him a test tube from her belt which was full of red liquid, a small amount of which would have been loaded into each capsule within her gun.

The Captain did not stop to explain as his crew turned their attention back to the gaping jaw ahead of them. With a glance at Amelia, he felt comfortable that the tentacles were under control now and she was safe for the time being, which meant that he could at least try his idea. He ran towards the nearest building, crashing shoulder-first into what remained of the door to burst through it into the interior. To his left was a staircase and he smiled upon seeing this, racing up the stairs to the landing and then up another flight of stairs to the first floor. There was another flight to take him to the second floor, exactly where he needed to be!

Louis ran to the first door he saw that would be facing the street, but it was locked and too thick to break through. He cursed and ran to the next, finding the same thing. The third door was also locked, but as he slammed himself against it, the hinges came loose. Another hard crash and he was through, his hat falling from his head as he ran to the nearby window. It had been boarded up, but very poorly and he made quick work of pulling three boards from their place, smashing through the pane of glass with the third board and clearing the glass away from the edges.

The damaged tentacle had begun to slither up out of the pit, a strangely fast movement plunging it into the building where Louis now stood, causing the entire structure to lurch horrifically. Louis heard an explosion as he was knocked from the window, holding the vial of explosive chemicals up as he crashed to the floor, desperate to not blow himself up.

He pulled himself up to the window frame and smiled as he saw the twitching of a freshly damaged tentacle on the ground three stories down.

"Let us hope this work..." The Count slipped his arms out of the straps of the jetpack and tied them tightly together, ensuring they would not be dangling loosely and therefore snag on anything or skew the path of flight the device was about to take. He also unfastened the vambrace and wound the wires around the top of the jetpack, using the straps to secure it in place for the same reasons. He aimed it towards the terrifying hole in the centre of the mass of flesh and teeth, rows of teeth continuing as far down as he could see.

Louis recoiled in disgust but steeled his heart as he uncapped the vial of chemicals Aurora had given him. As fast as he could he poured a great amount on the main cylinder of the jetpack, recapping the test tube before he flung what remained at the creature. A split second later he flicked the switch which activated the jet pack and held it out to his side, aiming it before letting it go.

The vial shattered against one of the sword-like teeth, splashing its remaining chemicals over the yellowed tooth as the jetpack flew past it, crashing into the interior wall of the cavernous mouth. The jetpack careened downwards, crashing into teeth and sliding past them as it went. A few seconds later there was an almighty explosion from within the creature and then a smaller one smashed the tooth by the vial apart. Another explosion followed almost immediately after this, the explosion from the chemicals on the jetpack rupturing the fuel tank and causing the liquid within to explode.

This time, the telepathic backlash was immense, causing all of the crew to fall to their knees in abject, horrific, mental pain with only Amelia seemingly unaffected. They all clutched their heads as a high-pitched wail tore through their skulls, feeling as though it came from within their very cores.

More terrifying than this was what came immediately after this, a quiet whisper that they all heard as clearly as if it had been spoken directly into their ears.

Your world as you know it shall end this night.

A terrible laugh followed this as the tentacles holding the creature fell away and the horrid mass of putrid flesh that had once resembled a mouth fell downwards. A split-second later, a wave of red swept out of the pit, engulfing everything as far as the eye could see. It hung in the air as if it were a mist, painting the entire world for an instant in a blood-red hue, before it began to fade away.

Louis could no longer hear any noise in his head, just the sound of his own thoughts as he struggled to remember how to breathe. Desperately he pulled himself upright and looked down to see that his crew, while dishevelled, were unharmed. He chuckled despite himself, forgetting the creature's final warning as he enjoyed the feeling of victory, overcoming a monster of which they had no knowledge or could truly comprehend. His laugh echoed throughout the square before he turned and made his way down the stairs, limping slightly on his right leg, the old knee injury had been awakened from that last fall and felt stiff and unforgiving. As he left the room, he recovered his top hat, looking worse for wear, and placed it back on his head.

"Are you alright?" Davenport asked Elizabeth, helping her up.

"Fine thanks."

"I'm fine too by the way." Aurora added, standing, dusting herself off and glaring at Davenport.

Louis laughed again as he approached them, supporting Amelia who was no longer babbling but seemed to have merely fallen into a state of catatonia. Louis set her down and stood upright, beaming at his crew.

"Crazy bastard..." Davenport greeted the Captain with an almost disapproving shake of his head, but Louis knew he appreciated it.

"Swiss would have loved that." Gen stated, nodded with a faint smile before turning to look into the pit.

"Explosions were most certainly his forté." Louis acknowledged, smiling.

A shot rang out and Louis felt a burst of pain across his face as the bullet grazed his left cheek, causing him to step autonomously to the right. He span to see a man standing at the doors to the church, a grin spread across his face.

A pang of recognition shot through Louis as he wiped the blood from his cheek, his feet rooted to the spot as the rest of the crew got behind cover, suspecting more men from within the church. But Louis knew better.

The man laughed haughtily and threw the long braid of hair over his shoulder so that it hung down the middle of his back.

"Just you Louis! Just you!" The man spoke perfect English, but it had something of a Mediterranean twang to the accent, an accent he had picked up but was not his from birth. He darted back into the church and closed the doors.

Within seconds, an alarm began to sound, a loud, woeful noise that sounded something like whale song. Louis looked back at his crew and then ran towards the church as best as his injured leg would allow, stepping over chains and under ropes as he went.

The crew began to move after him until they all stood at the doors of the church. Louis kicked open the door and a shot knocked the hat from his head.

"I said just you!"

Louis looked down at the hat for a moment and thought better of attempting to put it on again. Fate simply did not want his favourite hat to survive this mission and he was content to leave it where it now lay.

"I wish for nothing other than ten minutes of time alone inside. If I am not out in that time, kick down the door and blow this place to kingdom come." Louis told them.

"This is the most obvious trap I have ever seen Louis, why would you do something so stupid?" Davenport asked, lifting his newly reloaded gun.

"He could have ensured my demise on the Valkyrie, but he did not. Just now, he could have shot me in the back of the head, but he did not. Something is going on here and I need answers. This man knows me and that means he could know where my parents are." Louis smiled faintly. "If I am not out in ten minutes, blow the place to hell."

Louis stepped into the church and closed the door behind him, the darkness within coming as a surprise to him as he tried to let his eyes adjust.
This was an incredibly long time coming and I am sorry for that, real life takes over sometimes, especially when you're waking at half 5, working non-stop until 11pm and repeating it...LOL

At any rate, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter of Flight of the Valkyrie!

(and many thanks to the Crew for putting up with the time between chapters LOL)

The rest of the chapters can be found here;
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