Legion’s honor

“Could kill all of you ****ers right now,” said the dead man. The fingers of its mangled hand curled into a fist, then went loose again. Its jaw shifted side to side.
The heroes didn’t move.
The ex shook its head. “You got an hour.”
St. George waited a few moments. He let a few curls of smoke twist out of his nose. “Meaning what?”
“Got an hour to get back behind your Wall,” Legion said. “Nothing’ll bite until then. After that, you’re on your own.”
“Just like that?” said St. George. “After all this time, you’ve got us down and beat and you’re just walking away?”
“No,” said the ex. “You’re walking away. I’m lettin’ you.”
“I do not believe you,” said Stealth.
“The **** do I care if you believe me or not?”
St. George looked the dead man in the eye. “Why?”
Legion waved the mangled hand at the web of ash. “I ain’t stupid. El demonio here was gonna trash my city. You helped stop it. Gets you a pass. One time only.”

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 579-580
Peter Clines
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