Disclaimer: The Sentinel and Highlander do not belong to me.
Note: Sequel to 'We're Watching You'
Interference
"...to observe and record and never under any circumstances to interfere with the challenges, battles, dealings, etc. of Immortals..." -- Watchers Creed
After countless attempts to get Blair to talk on the subject, they still didn't know what the symbol stood for, nor could they figure out any of the mysterious circumstances pertaining to the beheading cases. This put a strain on Jim and Blair's friendship, but still Blair refused to talk. And now when they had finally managed to put it all behind them another beheading was reported. There were no scorch marks this time however, but there was a tattoo--with the same blue circular pattern as the others...
A picture was slapped down on table in front of him and Blair winced.
"You want to tell us what you know about this, Sandburg?"
Blair gulped. Opening his mouth to retort, he glanced down at the picture and froze. The color drained from his face as he recognized the victim. Sam Bona. Not exactly his favorite person in the world, but that didn't mean he wanted to see him dead. Sam wouldn't have been an easy one to catch. He was an experienced field worker who had never once when recognized. And he knew who had killed him. Taking a shaky breath, Blair opened him mouth ready to tell all. However, he stopped as he remembered his vow...
2 years earlier
Blair stood before the Council, right hand raised, and nervously recited:
"I, Blair Sandburg, vow never to reveal the existence of Watchers or Immortals, divulge classified Watcher information, or collaborate with an Immortal using information gathered during my time as a Watcher. If at any time I violate this, I agree to penalization by the Watchers in any way the Council sees fit. All this I declare upon my resignation from the Watchers, this 29th day of April 1995. "
Blair lowered his hand, quickly signed the document and handed it over to the Council. The sound of the stamp could be heard resounding in the silence like a door being closed.
Present
Blair closed his mouth without saying a word. He couldn't tell them. He wanted to more than anything, but he couldn't. He took his vows very seriously. Besides, what good would it do to put his very mortal friends up against an Immortal?
Later that evening
Blair could not believe what he was doing. He was breaking into a dead man's house--a dead Watcher's house. He hoped Karl had not thought to go there. Silently he slipped into the window. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he searched the room. His eyes fell on the computer and he hurried over. Frantically typing at the keys, he hoped that he could get past the security blocks. Blair breathed a sigh of relief as the Watcher's insignia appeared on the screen--granting him access to the Watcher's database.
He found the information on Summs and skimmed it; looking for any weakness the Immortal
might have. Suddenly, the door was kicked open and he whipped his head in its direction. There was no time for escape.
