I MIGHT HAVE SPAT OUT my beer, if I’d had any left in my mouth.
“After that, there will be no need for the wars, the madness, the natural disasters, the diseases. We’ll mourn, as a race, as a unit, then we’ll move on and rebuild. In harmony.”
The Beast got to his feet. Michael took a step back. The Horsemen were uncertain whether to step back or forwards. I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall.
“Don’t worry,” Stevie said, raising his hands. “Just stretching my legs. It’s been a rough morning.”
Michael sat down again on his cooler box, resting his head against the wall. The bikers shuffled their feet, seemingly bored with all this standing around. I knew how they felt.
“So Mike,” said the Beast, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he forced circulation back into th
