On the bottom level of the building, Scot turned to Duncan and asked him a question.

"Will you keep your promise?"

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"No, no and NO!" Shouted Duncan as grabbed the fencing sword from Scotland's hand.

"What NOW?!" She yelled back at him taking off her gloves and throwing them at him. "Connor said I have my own style and that's fine with him."

"Connor is not teaching you today, I am. You will lose your head, if you do not follow my instructions." Duncan opened the drapes in the room for more lighting.

"I will follow your instructions, if you make me one promise." Scot put on her gloves and stared into Duncan's soul.

"What?"

"If I die, by a hand other then yours or Connor's, you will take their head, because I followed your damned instructions."

"Fine."

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"I made that promise over 600 hundred years ago, I'm surprised you still remember."

"Well?" Scot asked her friend in the present.

"I promised didn't I?" He smiled at her before Scotland hurried up the stairs.

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Jeremiah dealt a decisive blow before she could even blink. In through her stomach went his sword, and before the sword could finish her off, she rolled away.
Barely on her feet, she was coughing up and losing blood, as she defended herself from her former lover.

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A easy mark, that's what you would call Joshua. Duncan caught him off guard, then took his head. When the Quickening came, he collapsed.

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Blocking and countering his blows, the lady managed to stay on her feet, until he backed her into a corner of half finished area.
Balancing themselves on the floor beams, three stories up as the contest continued. Scotland left herself open for attack and he took advantage of it, she fell across two beams, that were running parallel to each other,
her sword dropped to the floor.

Jeremiah stood over her, smiling, ready to strike at a bloody Immortal, but she knew better, from behind her, she pulled out her, silver, sharp, 18 inch dirk and slammed it into his chest.

"Son of..." He said as she stood up and took his head with her dirk, then lost her footing and fell through the beams as the Quickening came.

When it arrived, the power caught her in mid air, and suspended there her, until the Quickening was finished, when it let her drop through the unfinished floors.

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"She's gone," Duncan recalled telling Joe and Richie, "there are no signs of her or of anything that happened here."

"Maybe she made it out." Richie comforted.

"Maybe, but it bothers me that there are no signs of her." He heard himself saying.

"I know." Joe replied.

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"I'm worried about him." Richie told Joe in the office. "I've never seen him like this, even when Tessa died, he was stronger then this."

"Circumstances were different, he had to be strong for you." Joe replied as a boom of thunder was heard.

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"Ya really should lock your doors love, never know who could walk right in." The thick Scottish accent broke the silence.

Happiness appeared on his face as Scotland, still dressed in her battle garb, hands on her hips, waiting for her friend.

"You made it."

"Of course I did, I followed your damned instructions."

Duncan smile seem to light up the room. "Jeremiah?"

"Lost his head."

"What about your visions?"

"Stronger and clearer."

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"You sure about this? I really don't mind if you stayed longer." Mac told at the terminal.

"No, I have to get home." She replied hugging Richie.

"Are you positive? I want to hear some stories about Mac before I knew him." Richie put in.

"No, absolutely not. He'd kill me." Scotland said teasingly.

"Well, OK, I'll meet you in the car then."

With Richie out of ear shot, Duncan turned serious. "Who sent you the Katana?"

"Connor."