"You will produce my wife in the next two minutes or I will be forced to make a move against the Warlord of this Sanctuary." Though I am a cauldron of raging emotion, I manage to keep my voice low and even. Facing off with me is the second-in-command of Santa Fe Sanctuary. His broad shoulders are stiff, and like a good soldier, he gives nothing away in his expression.

"He's unwilling to grant an audience at the moment." The soldier, Wolfe, glances past me toward Stryker who's ...