Ok, this is my first attempt at a fan fic... so I hope you enjoy
Dr John Dee felt like he was closing in on the Alchemyst. He had been investigating a couple of people that he thought could possibly be him. There was quiet a few people with Nicholas's aliases, Nick Fleming's, Nick Flem's and strangely a lot of Nicholas Flamel's. He had gone through files and documents on every single one of them, and he could tell he had nearly found the real Alchemyst.
He was driving down various streets in San Francisco streets. There was several people who could possibly be the Alchemyst in this city. And he was investigating himself whether they were.
There were two golems facing him in the limo, they were the only option while his simulacra were growing. Their faces were plain and they both were dripping slightly. Dee sighed as he whipped the mud off his white shoes. What you get is what you get, he thought.
Suddenly something caught Dee's eye. "Could it be?" the magician muttered. He looked back at what he saw. A man in a blue suit standing on the other side of the road. But it wasn't the colour of his suit that had Dee looking. It was the fact that he had seen the exact man on a stone found in the ruins of an ancient Roman house. At first he was puzzled by the stone, he had never seen a Elder like that. But now he was certain.
"Follow that man!" Dee ordered. The car swerved around a corner and back down the opposite side of the street.