Gav Thorpe: 13th Legion

Just then I hear a tearing noise and force my eyes open. Someone's stood over me where I'm collapsed against an alley wall. The sun reflects off a window behind him, so he's hidden in shadow. Squinting into the light, all I can see are two pin­pricks of glittering blue. Two pieces of flashing ice. He drops

something and I see my pardon, torn in two, fluttering to the wet ground. He pulls a bolt pistol from his belt and points it at my face.

The first thing that pops into my head is, 'What the hell is he doing here?'

The second is, 'How in all that's holy did he get his arm back?'

'I knew you would come back to me, Kage/ the Colonel purrs savagely, 'You are one of mine. You always will be. I can kill you now, or I can give you one more Last Chance/

Oh frag.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Gav Thorpe works for Games Workshop in his

capacity as Warhammer Loremaster (whatever that is).

Something to do with making stuff up and designing

games, apparently. He has written an armful of short

stories for Inferno! magazine, and people constandy

nag him for more Last Chancers stuff. You may be

worried to known that when he is thinking really

hard he has a tendency to talk to the mechanical

hamster widi which he shares a flat.