Part 7:
Jake woke just before the plane touched down at JFK airport in New York. God I feel like every muscle in my body tensed up at once, Jake thought as he yawned. Getting up slowly so he didn't collapse Jake grabbed his single bag, and headed out of the plane not turning to notice the man sleeping in the seat right behind him. Jake moves threw the mass of humanity that always is a symbol of American mass transit systems, and finds himself comforted as if it was some how as familiar as watchers and immortals.
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Joshua had no words to describing the throbbing pain in his head that greeted him as he awoke. Of course, he thought, I do have the words to make waking up after banging my head sound like some over dramatic plot point. When he opened his eyes all he could see was black. Nothing in front of his eyes, but there was sound the distant sound of footsteps coming his way. Two men by the sound of it, and neither are making any effort to conceal themselves. What the hell is going on? He thought, and tried to shift his body which he now realized was tied up into a position to better hear them. Something opened, Joshua was sure of that but he kept his eyes closed deciding that they would more likely talk if they thought he was unconscious.
"So tell me, why are we babysitting this punk?" Voice 1 asked.
"He said to make sure no harm came to him before he found.what was the name?" Voice 2 responded.
"Kalas or Kaal something like that I think. The thing is I just want to know when everything became Daniels gives us an order and we jump." Voice 1 replied sarcastically.
"Daniels gave us the order, and I don't know about you but I am not challenging that psychopath," Voice 2 answered.
Joshua's mind raced as he heard the name of the immortal Kalas being flung carelessly around by the two men. What the hell am I involved in? Joshua thought, and how the hell did I get into this mess?
"But the way I hear it the guy this jack off got into Watcher Headquarters is the one Daniels is really after. So why are we bothering with this piece of crap?"
Voice 2 just sighed, "I give up. Why don't you just go ask Daniels yourself, and I am sure just before he skins you alive he'll tell you."
"Please that never really happened. That was just a rumor," Voice 1 countered.
Voice 2 laughed, "You believe what you want. I was there I saw it."
"Now it's my turn to laugh if all you guys who said you saw Daniels skin a guy alive where really there it would have been like Woodstock."
"Now you're insulting me? You are so looking for a beat down," Voice 2 answered with a sigh. That was all Joshua was able to hear as the two loud mouths moved off. His mind was reeling as he tried to put the little bits of information together in a way that he could analyze. Unfortunately he failed so the only thing he did was panic, and ended up exhausting himself as the rope bonds that held him dug deeper into his skin.
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The long Flight over from Paris had given Jake time to figure out what to do when he got back over to the states. The bank account that Methos had given him would give him the means of leaving New York City before anyone might be able to track him. As he finally made his way out of the airport, and to the open air Jake took his first whiff of New York air. Then wished he hadn't. Jake realized he had made the near fatal mistake of arriving in New York at rush hour, and had no idea where to go or how to get there. He noticed a cab which had just emptied and was preparing to leave. Another person saw the open cab, and Jake realized he wouldn't make it unless he ran. Beating the guy by a couple of seconds Jake opened the door, and told the driver to go. The man who had lost the cab started shouting at the cab. Jake relaxed into the back seat of the cab when a strange thought came to him. Something about a famous black actor suing New York cab companies for racism Morgan or Samuel something or other.
The cab driver finally spoke, "So where are we to be going, sir?" Jake searched his mind for an answer as a recurring thought popped into his head. Why do I act before I think things through all the way?
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Sarah Hughes watched her charged drive off in a cab, and started swearing. She must have been talking louder then she thought because several people around her stopped and looked at her.
Sarah was not in a mood to care, and moved off looking for a place where could use her cell, and be able to hear the person on the other end. The ditzy blonde from the plane was following her as she turned into the bathroom. Horton so owes me, but I think I claim a little bit early.
Eight minutes later Sarah walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face, and feeling totally relaxed. There is nothing in life like beating the crap out of annoying American blondes, she thought happily.
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Jake paid for the cab ride as he got dropped off in front of the train station. I know I am being ripped off, but I just want to get the hell out of here. Jake watched the thinning crowds of people as most had already left on their trains for home by now. Jake found the Amtrak office without much problem, and bought himself a ticket for Chicago the train was leaving in an hour. Jake found the gate and sat down to wait. I can now have a normal life, and not have to worry about altering the scales of good and bad. No more immortals, watchers, or anything except getting a job and a lifetime of paperwork. I may have made the wrong choice here, Jake thought. Turning his head up to the ceiling he called out, "Ahh, I need a redo."
I so need to start thinking things through, and soon!
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Daniels put down his phone, and turned to his aid. "She lost him in New York."
"Any chance she can pick up his trail again?" the aid asked.
"None, she lost him in rush hour traffic."
"Is there anything I can do to help, sir." The aid asked.
"As a matter of fact yes there is," Daniels smiled wickedly and then suddenly drew a semi-automatic pistol from under his desk. The shot was fired before the aid could react, and the bullet slammed into his head.
"Thank you I feel better now," pressing the button for the intercom Daniels spoke, "Will someone please come in here and clean up.My aid. I go through them so quick I don't bother to learn their names."
The intercom clicked off as Mark Daniels started laughing.
Jake woke just before the plane touched down at JFK airport in New York. God I feel like every muscle in my body tensed up at once, Jake thought as he yawned. Getting up slowly so he didn't collapse Jake grabbed his single bag, and headed out of the plane not turning to notice the man sleeping in the seat right behind him. Jake moves threw the mass of humanity that always is a symbol of American mass transit systems, and finds himself comforted as if it was some how as familiar as watchers and immortals.
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Joshua had no words to describing the throbbing pain in his head that greeted him as he awoke. Of course, he thought, I do have the words to make waking up after banging my head sound like some over dramatic plot point. When he opened his eyes all he could see was black. Nothing in front of his eyes, but there was sound the distant sound of footsteps coming his way. Two men by the sound of it, and neither are making any effort to conceal themselves. What the hell is going on? He thought, and tried to shift his body which he now realized was tied up into a position to better hear them. Something opened, Joshua was sure of that but he kept his eyes closed deciding that they would more likely talk if they thought he was unconscious.
"So tell me, why are we babysitting this punk?" Voice 1 asked.
"He said to make sure no harm came to him before he found.what was the name?" Voice 2 responded.
"Kalas or Kaal something like that I think. The thing is I just want to know when everything became Daniels gives us an order and we jump." Voice 1 replied sarcastically.
"Daniels gave us the order, and I don't know about you but I am not challenging that psychopath," Voice 2 answered.
Joshua's mind raced as he heard the name of the immortal Kalas being flung carelessly around by the two men. What the hell am I involved in? Joshua thought, and how the hell did I get into this mess?
"But the way I hear it the guy this jack off got into Watcher Headquarters is the one Daniels is really after. So why are we bothering with this piece of crap?"
Voice 2 just sighed, "I give up. Why don't you just go ask Daniels yourself, and I am sure just before he skins you alive he'll tell you."
"Please that never really happened. That was just a rumor," Voice 1 countered.
Voice 2 laughed, "You believe what you want. I was there I saw it."
"Now it's my turn to laugh if all you guys who said you saw Daniels skin a guy alive where really there it would have been like Woodstock."
"Now you're insulting me? You are so looking for a beat down," Voice 2 answered with a sigh. That was all Joshua was able to hear as the two loud mouths moved off. His mind was reeling as he tried to put the little bits of information together in a way that he could analyze. Unfortunately he failed so the only thing he did was panic, and ended up exhausting himself as the rope bonds that held him dug deeper into his skin.
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The long Flight over from Paris had given Jake time to figure out what to do when he got back over to the states. The bank account that Methos had given him would give him the means of leaving New York City before anyone might be able to track him. As he finally made his way out of the airport, and to the open air Jake took his first whiff of New York air. Then wished he hadn't. Jake realized he had made the near fatal mistake of arriving in New York at rush hour, and had no idea where to go or how to get there. He noticed a cab which had just emptied and was preparing to leave. Another person saw the open cab, and Jake realized he wouldn't make it unless he ran. Beating the guy by a couple of seconds Jake opened the door, and told the driver to go. The man who had lost the cab started shouting at the cab. Jake relaxed into the back seat of the cab when a strange thought came to him. Something about a famous black actor suing New York cab companies for racism Morgan or Samuel something or other.
The cab driver finally spoke, "So where are we to be going, sir?" Jake searched his mind for an answer as a recurring thought popped into his head. Why do I act before I think things through all the way?
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Sarah Hughes watched her charged drive off in a cab, and started swearing. She must have been talking louder then she thought because several people around her stopped and looked at her.
Sarah was not in a mood to care, and moved off looking for a place where could use her cell, and be able to hear the person on the other end. The ditzy blonde from the plane was following her as she turned into the bathroom. Horton so owes me, but I think I claim a little bit early.
Eight minutes later Sarah walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face, and feeling totally relaxed. There is nothing in life like beating the crap out of annoying American blondes, she thought happily.
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Jake paid for the cab ride as he got dropped off in front of the train station. I know I am being ripped off, but I just want to get the hell out of here. Jake watched the thinning crowds of people as most had already left on their trains for home by now. Jake found the Amtrak office without much problem, and bought himself a ticket for Chicago the train was leaving in an hour. Jake found the gate and sat down to wait. I can now have a normal life, and not have to worry about altering the scales of good and bad. No more immortals, watchers, or anything except getting a job and a lifetime of paperwork. I may have made the wrong choice here, Jake thought. Turning his head up to the ceiling he called out, "Ahh, I need a redo."
I so need to start thinking things through, and soon!
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Daniels put down his phone, and turned to his aid. "She lost him in New York."
"Any chance she can pick up his trail again?" the aid asked.
"None, she lost him in rush hour traffic."
"Is there anything I can do to help, sir." The aid asked.
"As a matter of fact yes there is," Daniels smiled wickedly and then suddenly drew a semi-automatic pistol from under his desk. The shot was fired before the aid could react, and the bullet slammed into his head.
"Thank you I feel better now," pressing the button for the intercom Daniels spoke, "Will someone please come in here and clean up.My aid. I go through them so quick I don't bother to learn their names."
The intercom clicked off as Mark Daniels started laughing.