Mercy looked at Rose and Annalise.
Barnes flinched, “Shit, I’ve made it sound like an order. It’s not an order. Constantine stressed it was voluntary, she sends her thanks and gratitude for all that you’ve done, the sacrifices you’ve made. She’s deeply indebted to you all, she says you’re welcome to join her, if you wish. You’re due some down time—”
Down time? No way, tomorrow we could all be dead—
Mercy raised her hand, “Shut up Barnes, let’s just enjoy the moment. We’re going to California. Am I right Rose? Annalise?”
Rose threw her arms around Mercy, “Damn right girl. We’re going to California.”
Annalise smiled, “It’s about time I caught up with Big Bear and sank a few cold ones—”
Mercy hugged Rose then turned to Barnes, “We’re going to California Barnes, aren’t we?”
Barnes stared at Mercy and Rose for a few seconds. He stood and held a hand up, “We’re going to California. Of course we are—”
Rose returned the high five, “Surf’s up, I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride them Pacific waves.”
Mercy took a deep breath.
Hell yeah. I’m going to get rid of this NSA parasite inside me. I’m going to get my life back. We’re going west, west is always best—
(To be continued…)
About the Author
Fergal F. Nally is an outdoors lover often to be found amongst it all in the Scottish Highlands. His passions are hillwalking, music, and reading great stories. He lives in Edinburgh. Hard Mercy—The Survival Chronicles VII is his thirteenth novel.
