Okay, so while going throught he past chapters to figure some stuff, I noticed I've made a few alterations along the way that I failed to make everyone aware of.

These retcons are as follows,

In early chapters the name of he building that houses the Gotham City Branch of the League is called the Ashgard Building, it is supposes to be called the Novick Building.

Josephine is initially described as having red hair, it's supposed to be Blond.

Mandy's last name is mentioned as Darkholm in the fourth chapter, while the correct name used in latter chapters in Hughes, as you now know.

Judas Priest's age is 232 in 1912, which makes him around 327 in the present day. 327 is the correct age, though he is described as being older in other chapters. Mona's age is 33. Nemo is supposed to appear in his fifties.

Mona and Priest's vehicle is supposed to be a van.

Also, last chapter Nemo mentions that the shin-dig Mandy and Josephine are attending is a political debate or something, I don't remember :P. It's been changed to a fund-raiser for one of the Presidential candidates for next Year's elections.

One of those days I'm going to fix everything up, till then, sorry. sheepish grin


1948

Fixing the Black Pearl was painstaking and time consuming, but Nemo and Barbossa had time in spades, and their hearts that ached for revenge and reprisal blinded them from the pain. And so it was, almost one year after the Black Pearl had arrived at the island, Nemo and Barbossa were ready to make sail.

Barbossa had come up with the idea of taking down the walls in the quarters below deck and using their wood to fix in the breach, and then they had to rebuild the mast, fix the rudder, mend the sales and dozens of other repairs, but they were done.

Nemo emerged from the cabin, wearing clothes that belonged to one of the ship's former crew, they were the first clothes he had worn in nearly three years.

"It's bad luck for a ship to sail unnamed." said Barbossa as he stood at the helm, looking fondly at the horizon.

"What are you talking about? This is the black Pearl."

"No, not anymore. I can't explain it, but there is something that has changed about it. It's different now, and I don't mean from the damages and incomplete repairs, I feel like there is something that has vacated it. What do you think we should kill her?"

"I don't know."

"How about... Calypso?"

"Sounds good to me."


Now

Gotham City, Maryland

Mona finished putting on her makeup in the kitchen, while Nemo made some last minute preparations and reviewed intelligence reports on the computer.

"How do I look?" asked Mona a she stood up and walked over to Nemo, she had hair in a bun and wore suit and a skirt.

Nemo glanced at her quickly before looking back at the computer, and said, "You can barely see the bruises."

Mona sighed, and muttered, "Men."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. What's the situation with Priest?"

"Still menopausing. I had went down to give him an assignment to pass his time, to try and investigate a crime lord known as the Rumor. Of course, there is no such man, I made him up. Anyway, he refused."

"How come?"

"His precise words were, 'I got four hundred ducks and I hadn't gotten laid for over a month'" said Nemo with a humorous imitation of Priest's mid-western accent, "Then he left."

Mona tried not to chuckle. Nemo got up from his seat and stood at Mona's side, "Hold still, I'm going to place a micro-communication device. It is untraceable and nigh-undetectable. It could cause irritation but bare with it, I will be able to hear everything you say."

Mona felt an instant itch as the device was placed, Nemo then handed her a metal cigarette lighter.

"It's a spy camera. Press a button by the hinge to take a picture. The lens is on the engraved side. I've placed a couple of lipsticks in your purse. They will be your only weapons. The red is a smoke bomb, and the black is a shocking device, it has five charges, enough for you to neutralize a guard and take his weapon. However-"

"I know, only do it as a last resort."

"Precisely. Now, on you go... Make me proud."


Later

The R.H. Kane Building

Mona tried not to display her discomfort at the device in her ear, and simply sipped her wine, while listening to the drone of some woman who sat by her.

The event was a fundraiser for the benefit of Senator Regan MacNeil, from Washington, D.C., one of the stronger democratic candidates in the bid of Presidency in next year's elections."

Josephine was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

An old man in a wheelchair rolled by her, and instantly started starring at her, with a look of recognition in his eyes. As his aid pushed him away, he kept looking at her, his lower lip trembling as if he was fighting back the urge to shout. It made Mona uneasy, she figured that he had thought she was Mrs. Smith, but the fact was that there was something familiar about him as well.

"Excuse me, do you know the man in the wheelchair?" asked Mona as she leaned to her left and asked the woman next to her.

"That's John Waltzer, he's a former Senator from Virginia. Shame what happened to him, still it could have been worse."

"What do you mean?"

"There was an attempt at his life, back in Ninety-Nine, in New York. It left him crippled from the neck down."

Bells started ringing in Mona's head as she kept looking at the man, who was arguing with his aid at the moment, the young man kept taking nervous looks at her.

"It's like something out of a movie," said the woman at Mona's side, "Some say it was a hitwoman disguised as a hooker, thought that's probably the tabloid's active imagination."

Waltzer was now talking to two other Agents at the moment, they were trying to calm him down, but he was waving his head violently, as it was the only part of him he could move, and ordering them to do something.

"Will you excuse me for a minute?" said Mona as she got up and picked up her purse, then headed out of the room.

She walked through the empty corridor and touched the device in her ear, "Nemo," she said, "Are you there?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"My cover has been compromised."

"What do you mean?"

"Former Senator John Waltzer is also attending, I believe he has recognized me. The two of us go way back."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He was my second Job, Nemo. The second person I tried to kill; only I screwed and made him a paraplegic."

"Are you certain he has ID'd you?"

"Positive."

"Then exit the building, wait for me in the book shoop one block due south, I'll meet you there."

Minutes Later

Mona Couldn't Believe what she was seeing as Priest went through the same security she went through, before he was allowed to enter the room where the fundraiser was being held, he was wearing an expensive suit and had dyed his hair blond, and he didn't seem to notice that she was there.

Mona hurried to the revolving doors and pushed it open, then as she stepped outside and headed due south, said, "Nemo... We have a Problem."

She could hear Nemo sigh over the ear piece, "What is it now?"

"Priest is here."

"What?!"

"He's in disguise. Something tells me he had the same idea we did."

"But how?"

"He's got superhuman-hearing, Nemo, he was listening in the whole time we spoke! All he had to do was sneak in when we were sleeping and go through the guest roaster and pick someone for him to replace."

Nemo muttered something in Hindi, though Mona thought it could only be a curse.

"Alright, we stick to the plan. We'll deal with Priest the minute he leaves."


1944

Casablanca, Morocco

Rick Blaine took a sip of his brandy and a drag of his Turkish cigarette as he looked at the blood stained spear-head wrapped in a dirty Nazi flag.

"So this is the thing that is going to win us the war?" asked Rick.

"Either that or I just risked my life for scrap iron." said Priest as he drank straight from a bottle of Scotch, as the two both sat at the bar of the vacant night club named Rick's cafe Americane, at the late hours of the night soon to turn into the early minutes of day.

"How hard was getting it?" asked Blain as he put out his cigarette.

"Getting into castle Wolfenstein was easy," said Priest, "Getting out wasn't."

"It never is. Well," said Rick as he wrapped up the spear and slid it over to Priest, "I salute you on the behalf of a grateful nation. What agency did you say you were with?"

"D.R.I."

"I heard something about it by the grap-vine."

"Yourself?"

"O.S.S."

"Never heard of that."

"That's the idea." said Rick as he extinguished his cigarette and stepped away from the bar.

"There's a storage room in the back with a cot, you can make yourself home there. I'll arrange transport to the States within two days."


Now

Gotham City, Maryland

"Scotch," said Priest, "Neat."

"Coming up." said the Bartender. Priest stood waiting, leaning against the bar and looking at the audience who were enjoying their dinner accompanied by the sounds of piano playing.

He tried to analyze the smells as he scanned the audience, he had caught a whiff of Mandy's scent when he was in her bedroom, and hoped he had memorized it enough for him to find her tonight.

The bartender handed him his drink and he quietly sipped form it, smiling as he finally found Mandy at a table halfway across the room. The table was small, enough to seat only two people, and at the moment the other seat was somewhat removed from the table, as if it had been occupied by someone who had left. Priest wondered if he missed his chance at finding Josephine, hoping that he didn't.

And then there she was. She caught his eye instantly, long before she sat next to Mandy, and she did the eyes of half the men in the room as well. She was tall and slim, her hair was Blond, and from where he stood, Priest could tell that her eyes were cobalt blue, she wore a low-cut black evening gown that did her curves justice and a brown shawl around her shoulders. Priest was mesmerized by her for a minute, it wasn't just her looks, there was something different about her. He simply starred at her for a minute, eyeing every visible inch of her till the bartender whistled quietly.

"Man, I wouldn't mind hitting that!"

Priest turned around to look at the bartender, who instantly felt shame for his voicing of his thoughts and said, "Sorry, Sir.. I-"

"It's alright. I wouldn't mind hitting that either. The hair is a dye job, though."

"Really? How'd you know?"

"Give me another Scotch."

The bartender smiled in mild embarrassment, then went to pour the drink. Priest kept his eyes on the Blond, having realized something important, that he was looking at Josephine, a woman who has had all those who have compromised her identity killed. He alone knew what she looked like, and he liked the way it felt.

He sipped his second glass of Scotch, casually sweeping the bar and picking up a cell phone belonging to another man and dropping it in his pocket. He then drank the rest of his drink before walking away from the bar, leaving a twenty dollar bill under his drink.

Getting away from the scene of the crime, he stepped out into the corridor and with his new stolen phone which was fitted with a built in Camera, luckily for him as he forgot to bring a camera, he struck the keys quickly, dialed a number and pressed send.


"Edmund Gilmore." said Nemo as he pointed at the computer screen as he and Mona sat in the back of the van, "This is the man Priest is impersonating."

"Who is he?" asked Mona as she changed out of her skirt, behind Nemo.

"Old money, as they say. Arrested a few times for rape but his lawyers keep getting him out every time."

"Knowing Priest, he's probably killed him." said Mona as she tied her belt then joined Nemo's side. Mona's phone beeped just then.

"What is it?"

"I have a message, it's from an unknown number." said Mona as she pressed the 'read' button.

"It's from Priest, he says he's got Josephine in her sight and will get a pictuer of her."

"Call him!" barked Nemo furiously, "I want to talk to that Redneck right now!"


Priest pressed the 'Do Not Accept' button on the cell phone, then switched it to silent mode, smiling with glee as he envisioned Nemo fuming with anger, taking the brunt of his frustration on Mona, who would shoot him if he went too far.

Later

It was time for the job to be done, Josephine was talking to Senator MacNeil, both were distracted. He turned on the cell phone camera, and set the timer for twenty seconds, and put it to his ear and pretended to talk to someone on the other line, then made his way out, passing by the two women while they were still talking, just as the countdown reached zero.

Priest felt the lens move and the picture being taken, it was over, and all was left was for him to make a smooth exit.

He grinned faintly and looked back as he was leaving, to take one last look at her. It was strange, it felt like time had slowed down, and as he was looking at her, she turned away from the Senator and looked at him, into him, her smile disappeared as her penetrating look dug deep into his soul.

Priest couldn't remember when he ever felt unhinged as he felt right then, time returned to its natural pace and he looked away from her, hurrying towards the door.


"Stupid, Priest! Stupid!" Priest muttered to himself as he raced to the roof.

Just a few minutes ago, he was about to make his way out when a when a pair of Agents stopped him, claiming they had a few question for him, but Priest knew better. He attacked them before they had a chance to get the drop on him, and with more of them outside, he had to get out of the building some other way.

The important question was how? It was obvious that Josephine had ordered that he had to be stopped, but why? If there were any truth to Nemo's claims, he would have been watched by the League for some time, they were waiting for a time when his skills would prove useful and that would be when he was recruited by them. Of course, Nemo beat them to the punch and grabbed Priest to fight them. If that were true, then it would have meant that they knew of him, and perhaps Josephine recognized him as such.

Priest burst onto the rooftop where he directly lunged at a security guard and knocked him out.

There was something about the look, though. The look the two of them shared carried something Priest couldn't fathom, something outside the scope of what was to be expected.

"Stop!" said Mandy as she and a few other Agents came flowing through the door, brandishing their weapons.

"Get on the floor, and put your hands behind you head, or we'll shoot."

"If you think that I would do that," said Priest, "Then you people should have been watching a little bit... closer."

Mandy and the Agents opened fire as Priest ran to the ledge, laughing loudly, moving in everything but a straight line, evading their bullets, then finally jumped up high with superhuman agility, before he started sinking down, out of their view.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

Mandy rushed to the ledge to see what had become of him. She scanned the area below to see where might he have disappeared to, where he could have landed, and saw a tiny object moving on a speeding silver line down below.

"The monorail."


Priest's landing was accurate, but painful. His legs throbbed from hitting the rails so hard, but he had to move quickly before the train would hit him. He jumped up fifteen feet into the air and when he landed, it was on the top of the train.

He moved to the back, and broke into the rear carriage which was empty, then took out his phone and dialed Mona's number.

"Mona... Yes, I know... look... look... Tell Nemo to kiss my ass, tell him that I've got Josephine's goddamn photo, and I need you both to come pick me up at Wayne Station."

Priest ended the call, then sat on the floor and straightened his legs. He inspected his body for injuries and found none, the pain in his legs was subsiding.

"Not Bad, Priest." he said as he removed the memory chip from the cell phone and put it in his back pocket, "Hope for you yet."

A few minutes Later

Priest smiled with glee as the cart doors slid open as the train arrived in Wayne Station. He straightened his jacket as he prepared to walk out, but froze and lost the smile when he was what was outside.

They were twelve Swat team members, armed with machine guns and covered in black.

"Shit." muttered Priest to himself, then smiled unintentionally, accepting his fate.

"Fire!"

Hundreds of bullets from twelve guns pierced the air, sharing the common target of Priest's body. The vampire staggered back a few steps as the bullets plunged into him, and fell to the floor as they tore off his right leg. He watched in pain as his lost limb went up in fire and turned into ash, a second before a bullet hit him in the eye and struck him blind.


R&R.

Next Chapter: I haven't written anything yet, but Mona is generally a bad ass.