Present day. Charley continued to growl.

"If it wasn't for you Scott, I would have had her that day and all her information. Although I left, it was only two days later it was bombed. Yet another reason I want her," Charley said to himself. " I will get her yet. I assure you Scott, wherever you are, you lose this round."

He started to walk down a nearby street, the angry memories still in his mind.

***

Joe walked into the antique store and looked around. He saw Serena at the cash. Joe pretended to look at the books before walking over to her.

"Serena, is it?" he asked.

"And what if it is?" Serena said.

"A friend of mine was in here the other day, saw you here. You must be somewhat interested in history otherwise you wouldn't be here. I'm an historian and I'd just like to know you better," he explained.

Serena looked in his eyes. She saw sincereity within his face before giving a deep sigh.

"If you can wait ten minutes, I'll be with you," she told him.

Joe couldn't help but smile as he waited the ten minutes for her to finish. She soon grabbed her bag and joined Joe.

"Don't forget to come in an hour early tomorrow," Mr. Smith reminded her.

"I won't," she laughed.

She led Joe to her apartment. As she opened up the door, he looked at the bag and they walked inside.

"Alright, what do you want?" she demanded.

"To get to know you better. I'm interested in history. By the way, I'm Joe Dawson," Joe replied, holding out his hand.

"Serena Scott," she said, taking it.

"Very interesting place you have here. It's apparent you're knowledgeable about many different things," Joe mused.

A knock came to the door before Serena could say anything and she answered it. There stood a young man with a package.

"This came for you earlier. I signed for it," he told her.

"Oh, thanks Jeremy. I've been expecting this for a while now," she said, smiling and taking the package from him.

She closed the door and laid the package down on the table. Joe watched her as she opened it up and pulled out a note. She began to read it. She laughed and laid it down on the table. Joe looked at the writing.

"What language is that?" he curiously asked.

"Oh, it's Arabic. It's from my father, who's from Egypt. My mother's from France. They live in London right now," she told Joe.

"Really, what's in the package then?" Joe wondered.

Serena wasn't listening. She felt the presence of another Immortal out in the hallway and frantically looked around before grabbing her sword as a knock came to the door.

"Who's there?" she demanded.

"Let me in or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow this door down," came a voice.

Serena gave an exasperated sigh as she shook her head.

"Street, get lost and leave me alone! You know I won't tell you anything," Serena cried out.

"Come on Ella, give up. You know it's hopeless. You'll never outrun me this time without Scott," he laughed.

"I have before, I will again," she retorted.

He burst the door open and looked at the two standing there.

"It looks like you have a friend here," Charley mused. "I'll kill him first."

He pulled out a gun and she quickly stood between the two of them, sword prepared for anything.

"Keep him out of this," Serena said. "I have Scott's number. I can easily call him and he can be here."

Charley looked at her before growling and leaving. She stormed out the door into the hallway and raised a fist into the air in his direction.

"Besides, the name's Serena!" she called after him. 'I thought he learned at Pearl Harbor.'

TBC...