'You want to retire?' Huski asked his last soldier. Brickfist nodded. 'Why?'
'Gear Shift warned me about frail heart. Do not want to risk being felled by own weakness.' Huski grimaced.
'He told you that, did he?'
'Yes.'
'Right... listen, I'm sorry for not letting you know earlier.'
'Is okay.'
'Really?' Brickfist smiled.
'Was good fight.' Huski smiled.
'Well... lemme jot up a resignation form for you.' he said, sorting through his new desk and pulling up a sheet of paper. Brickfist took it and pressed it against his nose, thus marking it with his scent. He handed it back to Huski. 'It's been a pleasure, big boy.'
'The pleasure is mine. I am sorry too.'
'... what for?'
'Making you nervous.'
'Twelve years, mate. For twelve years you milked that power over me.' Huski deadpanned. They both laughed. 'So what'll you do now?' Brickfist put on a coat over what was left of his armor while he thought.
'Find a place. Nice, little place. Quiet. Maybe build a house, settle down.'
'You? Settling down?' Huski laughed. 'Well, whatever floats your boat I suppose. Keep in touch, mate.'
'I will.' Brickfist said with a nod, then left through the front door. Huski looked over his new Office contentedly.
After a few minutes of observation, he picked up a phone. He dialed a number and waited for whoever was on the other end to pick up. 'Hello? This is Logan... have you got any plans for dinner?' On the other end, a grey cat smiled.
'I do now.'