Disclaimers: Babylon 5 and Highlander are not mine. I'm just using the basis to write some interesting ideas down. This is an AU story.

Notes: 1. This takes places just after Phoenix Rising (S5 Ep12).

2. This story is a Crossover with Highlander.

3. The Game has been over for 50 years, revealed as a false feeling brought on by some compounds in the atmosphere (Vorlon tampering).

4. // … // indicates telepathic conversation.

5. italics are thoughts.

Authors Note: A big thank you to all who reviewed.

Windrider, Jaxa, more, Sara(*2), Moon Bunny, Lauriergirl, shadowship, Bluestar, Rachelle Ryan, ArthurTN804(*2), cal, Christine, Dragonelf, DiaLin, and TV Chick.

To answer some questions

Sara: No, sorry nobody is going to tell Susan, but she will find out.

Christine: Zack can't sense pre-Immies cause his telepathy and stuff get in the way. He has no problem with full Immies. Susan as a pre-Immie might work but she won't already be immortal. We'll see.

On with the story

Chapter 3 - Discoveries

Building 4, Dome 43

"Mr Bester, sir," the young P8 began, "the guards at hatch 5 failed to check in."

"And you are bothering me with this why?" Bester asked sourly.

"The patrol sent out found the two guards, dead, but no-one heard a death scream."

Besters' head snapped up, paying attention for the first time.

"Bloodhounds?" the single word was a question, almost an accusation.

"Deployed, sir But they have come up empty, nobody is here that shouldn't be." The young man was looking at the floor. Bester could see he was embarrassed.

"Anybody missing?" Bester's question was almost gentle.

No, sir," came the immediate reply, "everybody's baffled."

"Any new projects?"

"Not that I know of, sir."

"Double the patrols."

* * * * * * * *

B5 morgue, same time

Every three months he did this. As Steven Franklin walked the morgue, manually checking each occupied tube, he was preparing himself for the one at the far end. The cryo-tube that held a friend, and if Susan had her way, always would.

Steven got to the last tube and, taking a breath, opened it. He let his breath out with a gasp, and placed a hand into the empty tube. It's empty, what the… he thought with shock.

He stood still for a moment, then walked swiftly out. The sound of a link activating echoing around the now empty facility.

* * * * * * * *

Captain's office, Babylon 5, 10 minutes later

Cassandra sat at her desk, starring sadly at the pile in her IN tray. Why did I take this job? Oh yeah. A friend asked me to. Her brooding was interrupted by Dr. Franklin's voice.

"Captain Lochley," he began, "I've already informed security and President Sheridan, but I felt you should hear it from me."

"Hear what?" she asked after he did not continue.

"Oh," he said, slightly startled, "There's a body missing from the morgue." The words came out in a rush, almost as if the doctor thought that if he could get them out fast enough, they would cease to have meaning.

Steven could see she was stunned, the way her eyes refused to focus on anything was a giveaway. He saw her shake her head, as if throwing off the stasis his statement had seemingly put her into.

Oh, Goddess, why me? Cassandra thought plaintively. She directed her gaze back to Babylon 5's CMO. And, silently indicating the chair by her desk, said, "Please continue, doctor."

Steven frowned slightly, the captain sounded different, somehow, an undertone in her voice that she couldn't quite suppress. For a moment he wondered about it, then ignoring it, he continued.

"Somebody removed the body of Marcus Cole from the morgue," Steven studied her face as he went on, "I've got security going over the securecam footage from the last three months. And I suspect that the President will contact Captain Ivanova."

"Thank you, Doctor. It seems as if you have everything under control. So, if you will excuse me," she waved a hand at her cluttered desk, "I need to get back to it."

"Certainly, Captain." Steven looked at her, feeling slightly confused, turned and left.

Cassandra watched as the doctor left her office. She waited a few moments, then with a groan let her head drop. A thud echoed around the office as her forehead hit the desk. Fantastic, she thought sarcastically, What else can happen today?

* * * * * * * *

Mars, Dome 43

They were halfway to the special projects building of the Psi-Corps. The security patrols had been finding the bodies of the guards and the patrols that got in their way. Although Zack and Methos had tried to minimise the casualties, some just were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Zack could see Lyta was sweating. The strain of cloaking their presence from the teams of bloodhounds was beginning to show.

Zack moved up beside her and whispered into her ear, "Would you mind some help?"

// Please, Zack. I don't know how much longer I can keep this going. // Lyta sent. Her clenched jaw preventing audible conversation.

Zack sent his mind spiralling out, establishing another cloak … blanket … shield, around them. He felt the probing of the bloodhounds, felt their minds hammer at the shield.

Lyta felt the pressure that had become her almost constant companion for the last half-hour dissipate as Zack took the brunt of the probing.

Zack watched the tension drain from her face as his shield replaced hers. He smiled as she relaxed.

Their group was moving stealthily towards their objective.

* * * * * * * *

Psi-Corps Mars HQ, Bester's office

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bester," the suit replied, "You are not cleared to know that information."

Alfred Bester was becoming annoyed. He enjoyed confusing normals, but this was getting out of hand.

"Listen," he said, "I'm not asking what the project is, all I want to know is if any have been started recently?"

"I have already answered that question, good day."

The sound of the comm going dead cut off Bester's protest. He fumed silently, struggling to contain his anger.

He sighed. "We're getting out of control." His admission to the silent, empty room surprised himself. Too many secrets, he thought sadly. He remembered back to the history lesson he had had many years ago. The teacher had been a normal, but one every student had respected. He remembered the last lesson his class had with that teacher.

"To guide, to teach, to protect," Al whispered the words sadly. How far have we strayed from the original idea? The founders of the Corps would probably … no, definitely hate their creation now. Bester thought grimly, perhaps it is time to leave?

"No," he said to himself, "Let's see if I can get the Corps back to its ideals. But do I even know what those ideals are?"

His question shook him. He had never doubted the rightness of his ideas before.

* * * * * * * *

Mars, Dome 43, 10 meters from the Special Projects Building

"Well, this is great." Zack commented sarcastically after he had looked at the block of concrete that was the Special Projects Building.

"Told you it would be heavily guarded," Lyta sighed.

Zack glanced at her, she was leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

"We canna wait," Conner stated, "Marcus and Nick will have a ship ready for us soon."

* * * * * * * *

Government Office, Mars

The woman formerly known only as Number One, now known by her real name, Teresa 'Tessa' Halloran, stared at the report in front of her in disbelief. She looked back up at the official that was shifting his weight from side to side, nervously.

"What the hell it this?" her hand indicated the report.

"Ma'am, it was approved by this office." She cut him off before he could try to explain.

"But NOT by me. Dammit!" With a shake of her head she managed to convey the feeling that she would probably rather shoot something than deal with this.

"Get out of here," she said, looking at the nervous little man. As he left, she jammed her hand down on the comm signaller.

"Yes, ma'am?" came the calm voice of her aide.

"Get me whoever is in charge of the security section in Dome 43."

* * * * * * * *

Dome 43

Zack glanced around the corner again to get a count of the opposition they were facing. He turned back, Conner saw the puzzlement on his face.

Zack saw Conner quirk an eyebrow in silent question.

"All but ten are heading that way," Zack's hand pointed at an angle away from them, towards another section of the Dome.

"Trap?" the question came from Sanchez, one of the immortal security guards.

Zack shrugged, "Doesn't matter, Indio Alpha 3 people. Let's be about it."

Methos watched as Zack and his people began removing funny looking tubes and PPG caps that were marked with black. As they attached the tubes to the front of their weapons with a push and a half-turn, Methos grinned. Trust Zack to find a way to silence PPGs.

Lyta watched, bemused, as the B5 security personnel finished their modifications and changed the caps in their PPGs.

Zack watched as Andrews flipped off the safety on his PPG. The softer whirr of arming quieter than normal. A quick glance around at his people and Zack smiled.

Lyta almost shuddered, Zack's smile was almost predatory. She watched as he raised his arm, glanced around the corner then dropped his arm as he brought his weapon up.

The immortals moved with precision. Their weapons soft discharges unlike the usual loud PPG blasts. The bolts weren't their usual bright red either, they were softer, dimmer, harder to see.

Within seconds the ten Mars security personnel left at the main, and only, entrance to the building were down.

They had access.

A/N: I was expecting this chapter to be longer, and up sooner, but I ran into a block.