Walker: Legacy of Justice

Angela stared at the topographical map laid out across the table in the Walker ranch’s war room. Red pins marked the perimeter of Southfork Caverns, with three potential entry routes highlighted. It wasn’t much, but it was all they had.

Rafael circled one of the paths with a black marker. “This is the only route that avoids both drone surveillance and tripwire rigs. We’ll still be walking into a blind spot, but it’s better than triggering a rockfall.”

Cordell stood across from him, arms folded. “We’ll need to run recon first. No point sending Angela in unless we know what’s inside.”

Angela shook her head. “We don’t have the time. They’re calling this event The Revelation. That doesn’t sound like a meet-and-greet. It sounds like a turning point. If we don’t stop it now, it might be too late.”

Cordell gave her a look—half warning, half pride. “You’re starting to sound like me.”

Angela smirked. “Guess it runs in the blood.”

Across the room, Leah sat quietly, watching. She hadn’t said much since revealing the location of the gathering. Angela knew trauma when she saw it—but she also knew determination. Leah had both.

“Leah,” Angela said gently, “can you get us inside?”

Leah hesitated. “Only if they believe I’m still one of them. I can lead you through the false trail, but once we’re in… I’ll be a target.”

Angela nodded. “We’ll protect you.”

Cordell glanced at Rafael, then back to Angela. “You’re going to need backup. You’ll take Rafael, Leah, and—” he paused, “—me.”

Angela raised a brow. “You sure about that?”

Cordell’s eyes burned with quiet fire. “They thought they could bury me. Time to remind them I’m still standing.”

The Next Morning

The four of them approached the edge of the canyon, the morning sun burning gold across the rocky landscape. Leah led the way, her hand hovering just above the ground as she stepped lightly along an invisible path. Angela followed, alert to every sound.

The air felt different here—thicker, charged with something old and unnatural.

“You feel that?” Rafael murmured.

“Yeah,” Angela said. “It’s like walking into a memory that doesn’t belong to you.”

As they moved deeper into the shadows of the cavern mouth, strange markings began to appear along the walls—symbols that pulsed faintly in the dark. Leah reached out and pressed her palm to one.

The rock slid aside with a low groan.

Behind it was a narrow tunnel, lined with flickering torches and carved with spiraling scripture.

Cordell’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t just a hideout. It’s a shrine.”

Leah looked back. “They believe what they’re doing is sacred. That their pain is holy.”

Angela stepped through the entrance, the darkness swallowing her.

“No,” she whispered. “It’s not holy. It’s unfinished business.”

Elsewhere

In a dimly lit chamber deeper inside the caverns, Caleb Voss stood before a crowd cloaked in red and black. Their faces were hidden, but their voices echoed in unison, chanting the ancient lines passed down through generations.

“The vessel is near.”

“The flame shall rise.”

“The old blood shall burn away the new.”

Caleb raised his hand, silencing the room.

“She is coming,” he said, voice calm and cold. “Angela Walker… Daughter of Fire and Justice. She thinks she’s here to stop us.”

He turned toward the massive symbol carved into the stone wall behind him—the Circle, complete and unbroken.

“But we do not fear her.”

He smiled.

“We welcome her.”