Long chapter today, I followed through and wrote more words as promised. Not much of the main characters in this chapter, just to keep ypu guys hanging, but the plot thickens...

I don't own Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. seriously, if I did, would I be writing fan fic for my own book series? That would sorta defeat the purpose. Michael Scott owns it, and is writing a short story that I am very excited for.:)

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Chapter 5

A girl with pale blue eyes and white blond hair was sitting in a car, staring hard at a building. Passerby tended to hustle past the car, and a few even considered calling the police to report suspicious activity, but thought the better of it. The girl sitting in the car couldn't have been more than 17. She was probably just waiting for a friend.

The girl's name was Katherine Barlow, and she was currently trying to see inside the building.

This actually wasn't a particularly difficult feat for her. She had been born with the sight, and in her 62 years on this earth it had strengthened until at almost a whim, she could see what was going on anywhere she had ever been. Places she hadn't been, however, those were the trick.

The apartment complex she was staring at currently was certainly one of those tricky ones.

The individual who had hired her hadn't been able to get her into the building at all, and had he been able, she wouldn't have gone. The nest of creatures she was gathering information on weren't the kind of friendly bunch whose door she would ever have braved knocking on.

People who had gone knocking on their door was part of why she was here. A contact in the police department hadn't been very pleased about the mess after a census taker had come a'calling, and asked her to scope things out for him.

While she stared at the building and tried to determine what it was that was nesting in it, her phone began to buzz on the leather seat next to her. She picked it up. It was a text from Calpurnia Rivers.

"r u busy? If nt plse call."

She glanced at the building. No. She definitely was not busy. She flipped through her contacts and dialed Cal's cell. After a few rings, Cal picked up.

"Kate? Where are you?"

"I'm looking into a site for a friend. Have been for a few days now. Why?"

"A situation has come up that I feel needs your attention."

Kate frowned. A situation. How odd. "What kind?"

"Listen, can we discuss it over coffee later?"

Even stranger. 'Discussing it over coffee' was code for 'I don't feel comfortable talking on an unsecure connection.'

"Yeah, sure. I'll find you after work. See you later then. "

"Bye Kate." Cal hung up.

Kate shut her phone. That had been really odd. What kind of situation? And why would Cal be uncomfortable about talking over the phone? Nobody was monitoring them. But Cal seemed to think someone could be…

Kate shrugged. She stared at the building for a few more minutes, before reaching into the back of the car and rummaging around for a minute. Soon she had what she needed, and climbed out of the car, careful to check that the short sword under her coat could be reached in a hurry. She approached the door quietly, listening for sounds inside the building. Hearing none, she set to work with the tape and sign she had taken from the car.

She stepped back to admire her handiwork: DANGER- BUILDING CONDEMNED- DANGER- NO ENTRY.

Well, that would take care of solicitors at least.

Kate found Cal waiting when she got back to the apartment complex known to San Francisco immortals as 'The Dorms'. Cal was sitting at the incredibly scratched and beat up kitchen table in the main living area on the ground floor, a newspaper in front of her. Kate recognized it as the one from the morning before.

She sat down and Calpurnia pushed the paper at her. "Page 5."

Kate flipped to the page in question and read the article that immediately caught her attention. Her eyes widened as she read over the names and death report. She stared at Cal horrified. "Are they…?" Billy and Black Hawk were two of her closest friends. She had known them since she was 17, when her brother's car had…just like this. Black Hawk had been the one who pulled her out of the wreck and got her to Quetzalcoatl to be healed with immortality. He couldn't be dead. Neither of them could be. She, she hadn't…

Cal looked at her. "Katie sweet heart, did you feel them go?"

…she hadn't felt them go. She hadn't seen their deaths. When her brother had…had been in the wreck with her, she'd seen it coming 5 seconds before it actually happened. She would have known. But she hadn't.

Which could only mean one thing.

They weren't dead.

Kate shook her head. "No. no. I never saw anything. I would have seen something." She looked back at the newspaper in her hands. "But if they aren't dead, then where are they?"

Cal shook her head. "That's exactly what I need you to help me find out."

Charles Jameson had been working in the hospital morgue for nearly a decade. In that time, he had seen hundreds of corpses from various causes of death. It didn't phase him much anymore. Dealing with showing bodies to family members for identification, however, was a task that he dreaded continuously.

Today a young woman, who couldn't have been any older than 20 came in looking to identify a body as her brother's. She had been informed by the police that a man thought to be her brother had been killed in an accident, and asked to give a positive identification. At least that was what she had said.

Jameson had expressed his sympathies and showed her the body that was allegedly "William H. Bonney".

Kate looked at the face she was shown. The man in the body bag was at least 30, and had dark brown hair. It was absolutely not Billy. Nor did the dead man's face and neck show any signs of him having been in a car wreck. The only sign of an injury was what appeared to be a bullet hole in the side of his head, covered mostly by his hair. Kate squinted and could see ethereal traces of the gun that had been pressed there.

The young woman nodded slowly. "That's him. That's William. My brother."

Jameson put a hand on her arm. " I am very sorry for your loss, Miss Bonney."

The young woman nodded her thanks quietly and filled out her contact information for the morgue, before leaving without looking back. Jameson didn't know it at the time, but all of the information she put down was false.

"It wasn't him", Kate said as she climbed back into the car. "It was some other guy, who had been shot in the head no earlier than yesterday night at 10 or 11. There was still a trace of the gun."

Cal frowned. "Neither of them were in the morgue, and there was a different person in their places. That's not good."

There had always been a slight chance that they were both in the morgue. Immortals had an occasional tendency to stop showing life signs after severe physical trauma, and then start breathing a few hours later when their auras had replenished. This was obviously not the case.

Kate stared straight through the windshield while she spoke. "Cal we have to put a call into the network. This looks like a kidnapping. They aren't dead. They aren't there. Somebody's got them."

Cal nodded and pulled out her phone to contact Quetzalcoatl.

Less than an hour later, on the other side of the globe, Niccolo Machiavelli's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the sender. It was a forward from his master. The original sender was Calpurnia Tate, and the list of forwarders was already over 60 long, and included multiple elders. It had first been sent only half an hour ago.

The file was a video. He pressed the button and it began to play. From the screen a woman whom he knew to be an immortal but had never met was speaking.

"There is a call in the Western United States for a possible immortal kidnapping. The two victims were admitted to a hospital after a car accident and disappeared soon after. It was published that they died in the accident but this is false. Their deaths were not marked, and upon investigation false information about the victims was given by the hospital." Two pictures came up on the screen: both immortals that Machiavelli had met.

"The victim's names are Black Hawk (Ma-ka-tai-me-she-kia-kiak), appearing around 35 or 40, black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, 6' 3", aura dark green, scented of sassafrass, and William H. Bonney (Henry McCarty) appearing between 20 and 25, blond hair, dark blue eyes, light skin,5'9", aura color dark red, aura scent cayenne pepper.

Any information or possible knowledge of the whereabouts of either should be immediately reported." The woman paused, and seemed to be considering her next words. "It is suspected that the abductors were not immortal, or elder, but humani. If so, the situation is even more urgent. If they are not found, it could risk the exposure of our world. "

The video ended with a slight click, leaving Machiavelli staring at a blank screen.

So the plot thickens, and word is out. This is turning into a pretty big deal. But what is happening to the pair of immortals that everybody is looking for?

You will know in less than two weeks if I am correct. :)