Part 6:
Jake felt his heart leap as he headed for the plane that was his escape from Paris. I wanted to stand up and shout about how I have just pulled off something I can never ever tell anyone about, damn it.
Jake was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the extremely annoyed flight attendant waiting for his ticket, "Excuse me, sir. Will you please give me your ticket?"
"Ah, sure," Jake replied, "First time in Paris just trying to soak up all the memories so I never forget."
"Just get on the plane," was the attendant's answer.
Jake nodded his head, and head onto the boarding ramp. Thinking he was out of hearing range the attendant muttered, "Americans."
Over the noise of the waiting passengers was heard, "I heard that!"
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The last passenger had checked their ticket, and Sarah Hugh felt herself relax. The other flight attendants where moving down the walk way themselves, and she would join them soon. First she activated a cell phone she had kept hidden with her at all times.
"Yes, I intercepted him at the airport just like you said. I understand. I will report back in as soon as possible."
Just as Sarah shut her cell another stewardess named Ronnie shouted back at her, "Get a move on girl you don't want to miss the flight."
"I'll be right there," she called back. Dear god what a ditz and I have to put up with her for another 6 hours. Why the hell couldn't that asshole take a Concorde like any sane person, but then again anyone Horton had her watching had to be crazy. Well you'd better get going girl, or those passengers will simply make the flight worse.
"Daniels so owes me for this."
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James Horton smiled as he hung up his phone. He watched the sun coming up from the Paris flat that he would be vacating in a few hours, and let his thoughts wander to what could be if he could get his hands on that mortal. The sound of someone breathing came from behind startled him, but it only was his benefactor. The man who had shone up to rescue his band of men from the abomination Macleod, and then had told them about the man he had sent Sarah to watch. If what this man said was true this Jake was the key to being able to destroy all the immortals, or if an immortal got a hold of him win the game.
"She found him," Horton said proudly.
The man remained in the shadows, "Good, but you and your men can't stay in Paris for long. I have tickets to get you out of here, and into the US."
"I have a man missing," Horton started, but the man in the shadows interrupted.
"It is being taken care of. Now, you had better get going or you will miss your flight."
"Can I at least know the name of the man who has helped me?" Horton wished he had a better idea of who he was dealing with, but after his recent fight with Macleod he was unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Mark H. Daniels," then like the shadow he had been standing in the man was gone. So Horton went to gather his remaining people and leave all the while feeling as if Mark Daniels was watching him.
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Daniels smiled as they left, and couldn't believe it had all been this easy. Hell I don't even know really anything about them except that they exist. Oh God I love men so filled with hatred they can't see straight. If he was a character in a story the author would use this space for his thoughts that would be needless exposition to give a history to his character. Though since this isn't a story there is no need for that.
"You fools, you poor, and pathetic fools you have no idea what is happening," Mark said as he watched Horton leave.
"How long till phase one begins?"
"They should be moving him in 15 minutes, and thirty minutes after that we move."
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Joe Dawson relaxed in his seat on the flight from Paris. Duncan Macleod had stopped Horton from killing Fitzcairin and was now planning on searching for answers back in the states which meant Joe Dawson would follow, and watch. In front of him a young man with turned to ask the stewardess for a pillow, and blanket. Considering how tired he was Joe thought that was a pretty good idea, and when the stewardess came back he would ask her to get him a pillow and blanket as well.
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Jake took the pillow, and blanket deciding that he deserved to sleep after what he had just pulled off. God I wish I could just tell someone, and then five minutes later they would be making the call to put you in the loony bin. Of course he could always call up Methos, but despite the pleasure he had gained from matching wits with the oldest immortal that didn't seem like something he wanted to do on a regular basis. What he really wished was that he could talk with Joe Dawson, but then of course I would have to explain why I broke into watcher headquarters. I really don't want to have that conversation. Jake let that thought rest as he place his head on the pillow, and went to sleep for the first time in days.
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Joshua King remained absolutely silent as the Watchers moved him out of the Headquarters to a place that was better suited to get information of King. Joshua had always heard rumors about such a place he just never believed them. They had thrown him in the back of truck like so much garbage, but he didn't care. Even if they kill me, and all the others I can take comfort in the thought that they will have to pay for their stupidity when the immortals finally get to the end of their little game.
Just then the truck pitched wildly and Joshua felt the van flip over, but then his head slammed into something and everything went black.
Jake felt his heart leap as he headed for the plane that was his escape from Paris. I wanted to stand up and shout about how I have just pulled off something I can never ever tell anyone about, damn it.
Jake was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the extremely annoyed flight attendant waiting for his ticket, "Excuse me, sir. Will you please give me your ticket?"
"Ah, sure," Jake replied, "First time in Paris just trying to soak up all the memories so I never forget."
"Just get on the plane," was the attendant's answer.
Jake nodded his head, and head onto the boarding ramp. Thinking he was out of hearing range the attendant muttered, "Americans."
Over the noise of the waiting passengers was heard, "I heard that!"
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The last passenger had checked their ticket, and Sarah Hugh felt herself relax. The other flight attendants where moving down the walk way themselves, and she would join them soon. First she activated a cell phone she had kept hidden with her at all times.
"Yes, I intercepted him at the airport just like you said. I understand. I will report back in as soon as possible."
Just as Sarah shut her cell another stewardess named Ronnie shouted back at her, "Get a move on girl you don't want to miss the flight."
"I'll be right there," she called back. Dear god what a ditz and I have to put up with her for another 6 hours. Why the hell couldn't that asshole take a Concorde like any sane person, but then again anyone Horton had her watching had to be crazy. Well you'd better get going girl, or those passengers will simply make the flight worse.
"Daniels so owes me for this."
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James Horton smiled as he hung up his phone. He watched the sun coming up from the Paris flat that he would be vacating in a few hours, and let his thoughts wander to what could be if he could get his hands on that mortal. The sound of someone breathing came from behind startled him, but it only was his benefactor. The man who had shone up to rescue his band of men from the abomination Macleod, and then had told them about the man he had sent Sarah to watch. If what this man said was true this Jake was the key to being able to destroy all the immortals, or if an immortal got a hold of him win the game.
"She found him," Horton said proudly.
The man remained in the shadows, "Good, but you and your men can't stay in Paris for long. I have tickets to get you out of here, and into the US."
"I have a man missing," Horton started, but the man in the shadows interrupted.
"It is being taken care of. Now, you had better get going or you will miss your flight."
"Can I at least know the name of the man who has helped me?" Horton wished he had a better idea of who he was dealing with, but after his recent fight with Macleod he was unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Mark H. Daniels," then like the shadow he had been standing in the man was gone. So Horton went to gather his remaining people and leave all the while feeling as if Mark Daniels was watching him.
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Daniels smiled as they left, and couldn't believe it had all been this easy. Hell I don't even know really anything about them except that they exist. Oh God I love men so filled with hatred they can't see straight. If he was a character in a story the author would use this space for his thoughts that would be needless exposition to give a history to his character. Though since this isn't a story there is no need for that.
"You fools, you poor, and pathetic fools you have no idea what is happening," Mark said as he watched Horton leave.
"How long till phase one begins?"
"They should be moving him in 15 minutes, and thirty minutes after that we move."
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Joe Dawson relaxed in his seat on the flight from Paris. Duncan Macleod had stopped Horton from killing Fitzcairin and was now planning on searching for answers back in the states which meant Joe Dawson would follow, and watch. In front of him a young man with turned to ask the stewardess for a pillow, and blanket. Considering how tired he was Joe thought that was a pretty good idea, and when the stewardess came back he would ask her to get him a pillow and blanket as well.
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Jake took the pillow, and blanket deciding that he deserved to sleep after what he had just pulled off. God I wish I could just tell someone, and then five minutes later they would be making the call to put you in the loony bin. Of course he could always call up Methos, but despite the pleasure he had gained from matching wits with the oldest immortal that didn't seem like something he wanted to do on a regular basis. What he really wished was that he could talk with Joe Dawson, but then of course I would have to explain why I broke into watcher headquarters. I really don't want to have that conversation. Jake let that thought rest as he place his head on the pillow, and went to sleep for the first time in days.
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Joshua King remained absolutely silent as the Watchers moved him out of the Headquarters to a place that was better suited to get information of King. Joshua had always heard rumors about such a place he just never believed them. They had thrown him in the back of truck like so much garbage, but he didn't care. Even if they kill me, and all the others I can take comfort in the thought that they will have to pay for their stupidity when the immortals finally get to the end of their little game.
Just then the truck pitched wildly and Joshua felt the van flip over, but then his head slammed into something and everything went black.