Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Harper's Island, or anything you might recognise from the show. Neither do I own anything from Harper's Globe, or any other shows, or films, or songs, or products, I may make references to. I do however own Rebecca Jacobs and the idea of Death Jumping and all things related to Death Jumping.

Hi, welcome to the sequel to Death Jumper: Case 39: Harper's Island. I suggest if you are new and haven't read the first one I wrote, then read that first, as it will hopefully make this one more clear. If your a returning reader or reviewer then welcome to the sequel and I hope it will be as good and enjoyable as the first one!

Now first of all, as the original show and I suppose, even my original tale, had some mystery in it, then this one should have too. So even though you know who the murders are for this, I challenge the readers and reviewers to guess which two of the original characters have been replaced by our two Rogues. Not that you can discern much from this first chapter, but feel free to have a random guess. I also wonder, if anyone knows who the two Rogues were from the epilogue, as they were mentioned in an earlier chapter of Case 39.

Now I will try to get a chapter up a week, but it will depend on uni work. However, like my last story, I can promise you it will be finished. So please try and be patient with me.

Ok, so with that all said, I finally warn you of some words of bad language, as usual. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review!

Chapter one-The Call

I was running, sprinting through the trees. It was pretty dark, but my heightened eyesight made life easier. I could hear, not far behind me, the sound of feet pounding after me. I was reminded even more, that I was being chased, as a bullet whined past me shattering bark off a near by tree. I ran faster, searching for the path as I ran. Yet it wasn't just the pounding of feet that I could hear, but the pounding of paws too. Just out of the corner of my eye, to my right, I could see a shadowy figure bounding through the trees. Some sort of dog, and it was getting closer ever second.

Whump!

It sprang, colliding with me. A golden jackal, it's teeth snapping close to my skin. I wrestled with the animal, trying to get a better position. We rolled and I got my feet under it, kicking it backwards. In one movement, I spun up from the floor and grabbed my hunting knife from my waste. It had spun on its paws, and was charging me, as I did this. As we collided again, my right arm swung round the back and struck a blow to the base of the skull. The jackal went limp, and collapsed dead to the ground. I wiped the blood off the knife and re-sheathed it. Then I was off again, sprinting through the trees.

I dodged left and right, trying to sense where people were. Another bullet whined past me, causing me to dash left. An arm appeared, and I only just ducked and rolled in time. The man now proceeded to fight me. He however, had never fought a Death Jumper and wasn't quite prepared to fight one either. I blocked his moves, as he tried several combos, and then caught him off guard, sending him sprawling across the forest floor. I was off, without a second thought to him, but as I ran a sound reached my ears. A sort of sorrowful moaning roar, and I knew it meant the jackal had been found. It was one of its compadres, mourning its death. I ran faster; knowing now they would be out for blood, my blood.

I continued once again, only to find five minutes later my path blocked with a man holding a gun. Fabulous, I thought. I moved, dropping and rolling behind a tree for cover. Bullets thudded into the tree, and splinters filled the air. I listened; counting the bullets till he had no more and I went for it. We collided, rolling and kicking, but I knew I didn't have time to be held up. I was on my feet again, when he made the mistake of grabbing my leg. Down I went, but as I did, I removed my silver colt automatic from down the back of my jeans. I rolled, regained my footing, turned and fired, all in one smooth movement. The guy did not rise again. The pounding of paws reached my ears and I raced on, I needed to get out of here fast.

I re-entered the trees, and tried to relocate the path. I slowed; as my hearing informed me I'd currently lost my pursuers. I was just about to take a left and further my progress, when a sound rang out in the dark. I felt like one of those people, whose bloomin' mobile phone goes off in the cinema. I grabbed my phone and answered it quickly, preying that it hadn't given away my position.

"Hello?" I said, my eyes searching the dark trees.

"Hi, Rebecca?" said the voice, on the other end, a woman.

"Yes, who is this?" I continued, listening for any noise.

"Oh great, I got the right number, it's Chloe," said the woman, seeming relived.

"Chloe?" I said, slowly, so much was running through my head I couldn't place her.

"Chloe Carter, you know," she started, slowly. "You saved me and my fiancé on Harper's Island,"

"Ah, got ya, yes, hello Chloe, long time no talk," I said, rolling my eyes at how slow I'd been. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was ringing…" she started, but I never heard what she said.

Something dropped onto me from above. The phone flew out of my hand, as I stumbled and hit the floor. My attacker was fast, and as I stopped rolling, it launched its self onto my chest. I came face to face with…a racoon.

I stared at the racoon, and it stared back. Then its face changed into a snarl and it hissed. It went for me, and I began struggling to hold it off. Its claws scrabbled for a hold, as I managed to get to my feet, while trying to restrain the creature at arms length. I managed to punch it, and then throw it back into the trees. It hit a tree with a thud, and I turned to locate my phone. Yet as I grabbed it up, my hearing picking up Chloe's frantic cries coming from the receiver, I turned to find, that a man now stood where the racoon had been. He was medium height, with sharp features and almost shoulder length black hair. He peered at me, cocking his head slightly, before attacking.

This fight was harder. Harder then any of the ones with other men I had fought. This man moved almost as fast as me, and we blocked each others moves back and forward. Back and forth, up and down. The moves came swift, and it would have gone on much longer, if he hadn't made a slip up, that meant my flying kick met with his body. He crashed to the floor again, hitting a tree in the process. He didn't get back up. I returned to the phone call.

"Sorry about that, now, what did you call for?" I said, now sweeping my hair back.

"Um, are you ok?" she asked, her voice uneasy.

"Yes, I'm fine, go on," I said, with a sigh.

"Okay then, well it was just, we haven't seen you in a while," she started, carefully. "And Cal and I thought, that after all you did, that you would have to come,"

"Right, so, what is it?" I said, pacing, my eyes glancing round the scene.

I paused; the man had disappeared.

"Well, we wanted to invite you to…" she said, her voice still uneasy.

"Just wait, one second," I interrupted, heading slowly to the spot where the man had been.

I sensed he was close by.

"Rebecca?" she said, slowly.

The racoon launched himself, once again, from the tree above me, and landed on my right shoulder. He bit down hard. I snarled, making a violent movement. He lost his grip, slightly, sliding down my right arm. What occurred next, would have looked, at least in my opinion, a very funny sight in deed to any passer by, if they had happened upon the scene. There I stood, my phone in one hand and the racoon clinging to my right arm, biting me, while I bashed him repeatedly into a tree.

"Rebecca, are you alright?" called Chloe, desperately down the phone. "What's going on?"

"I'm fine, completely fine," I lied, then turning to the racoon. "Get off you little bugger! Get off!"

"You don't sound it," came Chloe's response.

"Don't worry, it's just a slight misunderstanding," I said, still bashing the racoon against the tree.

His occasional cries of pain, the only indicator I was doing any damage to him at all. I muted the call; knowing it would only worry her more to hear the fight. I kept bashing him, with blood running down my arm. I was trying to hit the kill spot, but my arm wouldn't twist that way. I now moved, and instead bashed his head hard against the tree. It stunned him enough, for me to swiftly pocket the phone and rapidly twist my body. He didn't manoeuvre quick enough and I slammed him against the tree, the base of his skull meeting with the trunk. He went instantly limp, and fell with a flump to the forest floor. He was dead, and now I had to leave.

I kept going, grabbing my phone out again and attempting to talk while running.

"So, you want to invite me to something, is what I got so far," I said, jumping a tree root.

"Yes, Cal and I are getting married, and we would like you to come," she explained, finally. "Are you running?"

"Um, why do you ask," I questioned, dodging round another tree.

"Well, you sound like you moving at a pace," she said, slowly. "Your voice sounds...a bit jumpy,"

"Well, yes, I am running, practicing for a triathlon," I said, unable to come up with a better excuse.

"I see," she said, her tone suggesting she didn't believe me.

Then again, to be fair, I didn't believe me either. I could hear again, the sounds of feet and paws, and bullets started to whistle and whine past once again.

"Look Chloe, I would love to talk to you properly," I said, dodging something that flew past, inches from my head. "Could I ring you back later?"

"Um, yeah sure," she said, her voice curious.

"Great, bye for now," I said, as cheerful as I could.

"Bye," she said, sounding a little sad.

I clicked off and pocketed the phone. In fact, it was almost perfect timing, as two minutes later, I hit the floor again. This time however, my opponent who collided with me, was a whole other ball game. I manoeuvred myself into a sitting position, back against a tree. I looked into the golden eyes, of the large lioness who stood before me. She eyed me with contempt, and hatred whirled in her dark orbs. She must have been the one who had found the jackal. I got to my feet, and we sort of circled each other. Then it began, she flew at me and we collided, the two of us scrabbling. Unlike the racoon or the jackal, she could do a hell of a lot more damage. One of her savage claws caught my cheek, and it felt like been sliced by a white hot knife. I punched her in the jaw and managing to get hold of my knife, stabbed her in the side. She snarled and in changing her position, I got a kick in that sent her rolling across the floor.

I was up and she ran at me, but instead, I launched up the tree behind me and flipped backwards, right over her golden back. I landed however, on all four paws. She turned slowly, and eyed me up. Now we were more evenly matched. We charged at each other and collided. Rearing up on our back paws, teeth and claws went to work. Two beasts fighting, snarling, and ripping at each other; each trying to gain the upper hand. We rolled, and I managed to get my back legs under her soft belly. I extended my claws and strummed for all I was worth. She let out, what could be described as, a scream of pain and I kicked her off. I was up back on two feet, and I removed my silver colt from my jeans. She didn't attack again. I glanced once at her body, before heading along the path again.

I was once more under fire, and as I cleared some trees I came to an abrupt halt. In front of me, I could see a waterfall that dropped down nine or ten meters into a plunge pool, flowing then into a river below. I had nowhere to go. I turned, and now found the path behind me blocked too. Five men and four animals stood there. The animals consisted of: another jackal, a leopard, a white Persian cat and a wolverine. The wolverine stalked forward, a little.

"So Miss Jacobs, we finally meet," it snarled, its voice deep and threatening.

"Rocco isn't it, I should have known some of your kind would be here," I replied, calmly.

"You speak, as if we are different from you," continued Rocco, cocking his head slightly. "But, we are the same,"

"Yeah, apart from the fact you're friends with psychopaths," I spat, causing growls to rise in the throats of the others.

"What you do, is wrong," spat the Persian. "We correct your mistakes,"

"Yes, and you've made many mistakes," added Rocco, with what could have been called a grin.

"We know what we're doing," I argued, knowing I wasn't going to get anywhere.

"You put your trust in The Panel. They're not always right," said Rocco, he then glanced at the others before continuing. "We are only putting things back in order,"

"You have less right, to do what 'you're' doing, then The Panel does," I said, looking around the lot of them. "At least, The Panel can check the consequences,"

"But we know what we are doing is right, you only have The Panel's word, that it's right," said the Persian.

"You really think, what Blofeld is doing, is right?" I said, staring at the Persian with an incredulous look.

"He gets dropped down a chimney later," replied the Persian, causally, the men all stared at it. "He pays for his crimes,"

I had to say, it had a point there.

"So, I guess your gonna kill me now?" I said, changing the subject.

"You know, it would be a shame to kill such a fine Death Jumper," said Rocco, glancing me up and down. "Why not join us?"

"I was waiting for you to ask such a thing," I said, shaking my head. "But, I would rather not be hunted for the rest of my life,"

"Then sadly, that means we have to kill you," said the Persian, I swear I heard it purr with satisfaction.

They started to slowly approach.

"Well, can I give you one last word of advice?" I started, casually.

"Why not," said Rocco, smirking and cocking his head again.

"When cornering someone to kill them, make sure they can't do this," I replied, with a wink at Rocco.

With that I jumped backwards, off the cliff and plummeted down into the plunge pool below. I hit the water, and resurfaced, allowing myself to be carried into the current of the river. I let it take me downstream, while far above I heard angry cries and yells, followed by some gun fire. Where the river widened, I chose to now swim to the far side of it. I pulled myself out on to the muddy embankment, and looked up at the cliff I would have to climb. I sighed; it was better then been killed by Rogues. I began my accent, carefully picking hand and foot holds on the unstable cliff. When I finally reached the top, I made my way quickly from the edge and into the trees. There was a clearing that was the rendez-vous point, and I started up my tracking signal so I could be found. I kept searching, until I heard the familiar thuwmp of the blades of a helicopter. It dipped down, I grabbed onto the right landing skid and up the helicopter rose. In my mind, a song had started as the helicopter had appeared. I laughed; as A View To A Kill by Duran Duran played in the background while we flew away, in the direction of the setting sun.

As I hung, there the door to the helicopter slid open and a hand descended towards me. I took it happily, and allowed myself to be pulled into the helicopter. I sat down opposite the handsome man, who had pulled me in. He had dark brown hair, blue grey eyes.

"You get it?" he asked, in his silky smooth voice, the tone saying he had complete confidence I had.

"Of course, when have I ever failed you, James?" I said, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"Well, there's always a first time," he replied, with a slight smile.

"So, I guess it's back to HQ for you then," I said, glancing out the helicopter window.

"Felix will take it when we land, there's no rush," he said, giving me a suggestive look.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not that easy," I said, giving him a look back.

"That's what they all say," he said, with a smirk.

When we landed, James's CIA contact Felix, was waiting. I removed a small black bag from my pocket, and handed it to him.

"This is it?" he asked, eyeing up the bag.

"Yep, that's it," I replied, simply. "And I went through hell to get it, so don't lose it,"

He smiled, and glanced at James.

"See you later then," he said, before turning away chuckling as he went.

I watched him go. I still had to call Chloe back. I decided I would do it, when I got back to the hotel.

"You coming then?" said James, looking at me.

"I need to get my stuff, you can give me a lift," I said, smiling at him.

"Whatever you say," he said, slinking an arm round my shoulder and leading me away.

It was worth getting a lift though, as he was driving a beautiful, silver grey Aston Martin. We reached the hotel and headed upstairs. It turned out that his room had been given away, and so he ended up having to come in my room, with me. I assumed, it was really part of his elaborate plan, but I couldn't really argue. He offered me the shower first, but I declined giving the excuse I needed to make a phone call, though it wasn't really an excuse. I searched my phonebook for Chloe's number, and pressed dial. It rang twice, before she answered.

"Hello," she said, she sounded a little nervous.

"Hi Chloe, its Rebecca," I said, cheerfully.

"Oh hi," she said, sounding more relaxed. "So, can you come to our wedding?"

"Um, yes I'm pretty sure I can," I replied, glancing round the room for paper and a pen. "Where and when?"

"Well, its two weeks from now, in Scotland," she started, slowly.

"Oh okay, where in Scotland?" I said, thinking it was slightly unusual.

"The highlands, it's up near Loch Farnon," she explained.

It didn't help, I'd never heard of Loch Farnon.

"Right, okay," I started, slowly.

"Well, actually, it's on Loch Farnon," she added, her voice sounding uneasy. "You need a boat to get to it,"

"So you're telling me, you're having your wedding on an island, in the middle of a Loch," I said, a feeling stirring in me. "In a remote part of Scotland?"

"Yes, Cal's parents got married there, and so we wanted to marry there too," she explained, carefully.

"I see, so, what day is it?" I asked, curiously.

"Well, it's on a Saturday," she said, but there was something in her tone.

"That's okay…" I started, scribbling the information down, having found a pen and paper.

"But, it's a week long," she interrupted. "We all stay in the hotel there, and Cal and I get married in the church on the Saturday,"

"Ah, right, so who else is coming?" I questioned, now.

"Most people, although I think some of them will only come if you do," she replied, I sensed she was stressed. "There will be some people you don't know too,"

"Okay, well, I want to see you all, so…you can count me in," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Great, I would have just sent you an invite, but I wasn't sure where to send it," she said, sounding more relaxed.

At that point, James decided to call out, to ask if I could pass him a towel.

"That voice sounds familiar," said Chloe, slowly. "Are you with someone at the moment?"

"Oh no, that's just the TV," I lied, quickly. "One of those, Peirce Brosnan Bond movies,"

"Oh, that's why it sounded familiar," she said, cheerfully. "Well, see you soon then,"

"Yeah, can't wait," I replied, and she clicked off.

I was looking forward to seeing everyone again, but the nagging feeling I had in the bottom of my stomach, was worrying me. There was a lot of coincidence, between Chloe and Cal's wedding and Trish and Henry's, and life had taught me, that often, there's no such thing as coincidences.

Ok, so what do we think, do we like the start of this sequel? I'm sure you all got the references to which dimension Rebecca started in. Now, as I said above, I will try to do a chapter a week, but it does depend on uni work. Now you can guess at which two original HI characters have been replaced by the two Rogues, if you want. As I said, I don't think you can work it out from this first chapter, but you can take a guess at which two are not who they say they are, who knows you may be right from the start!. It's up to you lot. Anyway why not make my day and review *Puppy dog eyes* lol.