The news of Carlos' death was a major shock to every one in the bar. He was best known as a priest a man whom went out of his way to help anyone in need, now this atrocity. Who ever was using Duncan Macleod's name had upped the game by attacking mortals it seems that anyone who got in his way, but who was it? And why was he killing like this?

With a deep sigh Macleod looked around the bar for any sign of an answer as he ran his fingers threw his dark hair… everyone in the room shared the same thought 'who and why?'

The doors to the bar opened once more as two policemen entered. with a sigh Macleod looked up as the two men spoke.

"Joe, we've got a tape of the guy who killed Carlos and the old woman"

With a slight smile Macleod looked up at the two men, on the wrists was the unmistakable crest of 'The Watchers' as Joe stood and took the tape of the two men and placed it into the video behind the bar as everyone followed him to watch the screen behind the bar. Shock over came them as they saw murder of the priest and old woman from a security camera hidden in a church window. Macleod trained his eyes on the screen as he attempted to make out the immortal's face.

"My god Mac, it could be you!"

"I know Joe. Wait, Back up a couple of frames and slow it down!"

Joe reversed the tape ten frames and played it back at half speed as Macleod looked even closer at the screen and smiled slightly as he saw what he was looking for.

Images flashed in his mind as his memory once again replayed the events.

25 August 1917:

After escaping from the church and battle zone the soldier stopped and looked at the tall man, confusion in his face at the story, immortality was a story of legends, it wasn't real. Yet here he stood, not too long ago a sniper bullet lodged into his head yet now not even a slight pain.

"So all I have to do to survive is use the sword? No problem I was fencing champion at Cambridge University"

"That won't do you any good. Most immortals have been doing this for centuries, I'm over 320 years old myself"

With shock the young soldier turned and looked directly into his eyes.

"What? How long will we live?"

"If you keep your head? Forever"

A slight smile crept over his face as they continued to move further and further away from the church and battle field.

Eventually they reached shores of England as both tired immortals made their way off the ship and onto the docks.

"We'll have you trained right away, others are out their"

With a nod the young soldier smiled and followed the Immortal who was to be his new teacher. After teaching the soldier everything he needed to know it was time for the final test. The young soldier now carried a straight-bladed, three-quarter basket hilted sword that has been the regulation sword for officers of the line infantry of the British Army since 1897, as Macleod drew his favourite weapon the dragon carved ivory hilted Katana given to him by the Samurai warrior Hideo Koto.

Holding the blade with deadly precision he awaited the first attack which came quickly, yet easily deflected. With a quick spin he whipped his sword around and slashed an attack at the young man's legs sweeping them from under him quickly as he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a hard thud. Reaching out this hand Macleod pulled his young pupil too his feet and once again awaited the attack, after ten minutes of heavy training the young soldier had impressed Macleod enough to let him go his own way, he had not heard of nor seen him since he left his tutorage.

Macleod looked back at Joe and the rest as he smiled slightly, his eyes had shown his thoughts as Jenna nodded slightly.

"You know who it is don't you Macleod?"

"His name is George Anders the Third. He was a soldier in the first world war… I found him when he was trying to take a old church, he stayed with me for a few years as I trained him about his immortality, you know the usual when you find a newborn immortal. After awhile he left to begin a new life I never heard anything since… I thought he'd been killed"

"Apparently not Mac, but why would be impersonating you?"

Joe hobbled around the bar as the two police officers joined him at his side.

"Macleod has a… way about him, people trust him mortals and immortals alike"

Joe turned to the two officers as he spoke.

"Do some checking around see if you can find anything on this guy, get everyone up, this is top priority"

"Aye sir!"

They replied in unison as they left the Blues bar, Joe turned back to the group and smiled slightly.

"Half the local force is on the payroll, we got eyes and ears everywhere. We'll find him Mac"

"How did you know it was him, that video was pretty grainy?"

"How he moved Methos, it was how he moved… He was trained in fencing at Cambridge University, he always had trouble getting rid of that style"

Macleod's heart sank as his only thought was his old friend Amanda, he could till see her face, hear her voice and laugh as if she was standing in front of him at this moment. With a nod to Methos, Joe and the rest of the group left Macleod as he sat back in a chair and pulled a drink towards him. His anger was building as he blamed himself for her death, if he had not found Anders, she would still be alive now.

After four days of exhausting searches across the city nothing had turned up, Anders seemed to have disappeared under ground, Joe entered Macleod's apartment above the Dojo with a small file in hand as he sat down on the sofa facing a still sombre Macleod. With a deep sigh Joe pulled an empty bottle of scotch away from his drunk friend.

"Jesus Mac, how long have you been in here?"

With slurred speech he slowly sat up trying his best to stay sat up, yet failing miserably.

"Depends…. Depends on what day it issss"

"It's Monday Mac!"

"Then… umm…. Three… five days!"

"You've been in here for almost a week? Drunk? Mac you've gotta get over it, it wasn't your fault"

"I should've known… "

"You couldn't have known Mac, your not a mind reader"

"He always had a problem following orders and directions. I should've known this would happen"

Joe took the bottle and placed it on the counter in the kitchen area as Macleod staggered to his feet almost falling over the sofas as he slowly made his way towards the kitchen to grab another bottle of whiskey before it was quickly pulled out his hand by Joe.

"Give it back Joe…"

"Not a chance Mac"

"I said give it back Joe NOW!"

"Go to hell!"

"I'm already there"

Sighing deeply Joe placed the file in front of Macleod and opened it before he began to speak.

"We got nothing on this Anders after about fifty years ago… apparently after he left your tutorage he ran into some of his old army buddies, not knowing what had happened to him they thought he disserted the army and put him on some kind of drum head trail. He was found guilty and executed, Shot five times, his body was then wrapped and chained before being thrown into a river, weighted down he spent about twenty years under water before his body was finally brought to the surface. We don't know much of what happened since but it's clear that he went mad…"

"He blames me?"

"Twenty years under water is a long time, even for an immortal, just imagine how many times he drowned and revived only to drown again… with no end in sight"

"My god!"

"We don't have much but we think he's clocked up a head count of around 60, 50 of them confirmed kills. He's taking out the more powerful immortals, Carlos and Amanda are the latest. Mac this guy's dangerous… He's strategically taking out the more powerful immortals for one goal"

"He's coming for me"

"Mac this guy's a major problem. He maybe young but he's powerful. Jenna's husband was over 4'000 years old, and one of the most powerful, from what she said, Ander shot him then took his head. It seems to be his M.O"

"Not for much longer, I'm gonna kill him. Find him Joe, I want his head"