Sorry for the delay, I've been busy this past week. Well, here's the next part.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jones, Sparrow, Bourne, Willow, Lucian, El Mariachi, M, or whoever else is in here except for Gabriel and Mashirra.

* * *

M

* * *

Jones was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. They had been driving for almost five hours, and Caprice had turned on rather bad classical music, the kind that was making the adventurer want to bang his head on the window until he had been knocked out.

He glanced at Caprice, and finally said something. "So, how long have you been…?"

Caprice looked at him. "Working for him?" Jones nodded. "Oh, about ten years or so. I actually got involved with the government one night after I was attacked by a vampire. After that I…" Caprice trailed off and noticed the look Jones was giving him. "What?"

Jones didn't say anything at first, he just continued to look at Caprice with a confused expression before finally asking, "Wait, did you just say 'vampire'?"

At that, Caprice smirked. "Considering the fact that you have eternal youth from drinking from an enchanted grail, is it really hard to believe that beings who survive on human blood exist?"

Jones opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped, and looked down, thinking. Then he nodded. "Good point."

A few minutes passed before either spoke again. "So, how much longer?" Jones asked

Caprice paused, thinking, before answering. "Another hour or so."

Jones groaned and banged his head against his headrest.

* * *

"We're here."

Jones opened his eyes as he saw Caprice get out of the car. Jones realized he must have fallen asleep, and quickly followed Caprice into the large mansion like building they stood outside of.

Inside Caprice led Jones down a series of long halls, finally reaching one room. Opening the double doors Caprice led Jones inside before exiting and shutting them.

The room Jones was in was a large library. Hundreds and hundreds of books filled the shelves. "Hmmm, nice place," Jones thought aloud as he removed his coat and draped it on one of the chairs.

"Thank you."

Jones almost jumped at the second voice in the room and spun around. Sitting at the far end of the room in a chair was a man in his late-thirties. He wore an expensive looking black suit. His hair was short and dark, and a small moustache stood out on his handsome features. Jones looked cautiously at the man before asking, "Who are you?"

The man smirked and stood up. "Please, call me M."

Jones arched an eyebrow. "M?"

M nodded. "Yes; just M."

Jones just tilted his head to the side before shrugging and sitting down. "So, is there any particular reason you called me here, or did you just feel like sending your friend to my house, which is probably why it ended up getting blown to hell."

M chuckled. "Yes, I apologize for that." As he spoke he rose to his feet and walked over to where a stack of folders lay on a desk. "But the reason I called you, is because the planet may be facing a serious crisis."

Jones arched an eyebrow as M walked over and handed him a folder. Taking the folder he opened it; inside were several pictures, the largest of which was a large machine that looked like something from a science fiction movie.

"That," M began, pointing to the picture. "Is a time machine. The government had been working on it for several years, but it hasn't been tested."

Jones looked up at him. "So what does this have to do with me?"

"A few nights ago the lab that it was being tested at was attacked," M explained as he opened another folder, taking out several photos and tossing them on the table. They showed several butchered bodies, which caused Jones' nose to slightly wrinkle. In addition, there were three others, one male with a shaved head, one female in a "Matrix" style outfit, and one who was rather tall and wore a cloak that concealed his entire body.

"Those three," M continued, pointing to the photos. "Along with several other men, stole the machine and killed everyone that they could find."

Jones nodded. "So what's the problem?"

The look he received from M made it seem obvious that M thought he was insane. "Well, if this person is somehow able to make this time machine work, we could be facing a very large danger."

If Jones was interested, he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. "How big of a danger?" He asked.

"On a scale of 1-10, 10 being World War 3? Twenty five," was M's response, to which Jones let out a low whistle. "We need a team to track him down and recover the machine. This team will consist of seven members, and we've decided to have you be the leader."

Jones' eyes widened at that. "...ME, a leader?" M nodded and Jones shook his head. "I've never really worked well with others and I doubt leading a team of six other people would…"

"We'll pay you for this," M suddenly stated, cutting Jones off. The former archeologist tilted his head to the side and looked at him.

"How much?"

M sighed, running a hand through his hair, before responding. "Three hundred thousand dollars." He rolled his eyes afterwards at the shit-eating grin that instantly appeared on Jones' face.

"Alright, I'm in."

M rolled his eyes again, but he slightly smiled and nodded. "Very well then; now, let's just wait for the others to arrive." He paused, and waited for Jones to get a look of confusion, as he expected, before continuing. "Three others are meeting us here. After which, you three will go and recruit the final three."

"So what happens if they refuse?" Jones asked. M paused at that, and walked over and grabbed three files, throwing them on the table he pointed to them. Jones looked at him, before opening the files. After a few moments of looking at them his eyes widened and he let out a low whistle. "Ah, so just it's just a matter of leverage."

M nodded with a smirk. "Yes."

Then the doors suddenly opened again, and the two looked over as Caprice led two other men inside the room before shutting the door. Both were younger than Jones, appearing to be in their late twenties. Both also wore dark clothing, and one of them casually held a sheathed sword in his left hand. Walking over, each sat down in another chair.

"Indiana Jones," M began, pointing to the man who held the sword. "Gabriel, and Jason Bourne," he finished, pointing to the other man. Gabriel leaned foreword and shook Jones hand, while Jason just sat there, but he slightly smiled.

Suddenly, the doors opened again, and another man entered. He was a man with long black hair that flowed around him. Several strands were, to the confusion of everyone else in the room with the exception of M, actually beaded, peeking out from under the large brown hat her wore. He was clad in an old-style uniform with large boots, a dark brown coat and a white shirt. His handsome features marked by a short mustache and long beard with two beaded tendrils. He walked in with a slight stagger.

"Hello everyone," he said, speaking with a slurred English accent. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting."

Instantly Gabriel's face darkened at the sight of the newcomer. He stood up.

The man saw him and smiled. "Gabriel?"

Instantly the newcomer was on the ground, a bruise already forming on his face. "Not sure I deserved that," the man muttered as he rose to his feet.

"After that bullshit you put me through back in 1923…" Gabriel trailed off, as he continued to glare at the newcomer.

The man shrugged. "Well, that was a bit of a lark," he began, when suddenly Gabriel unsheathed his sword, and the blade was now resting on the newcomer's neck, drawing a small amount of blood.

"I should just cut off your fucking head right now," Gabriel hissed.

"Gentlemen, please." Gabriel looked over at M, who was giving him an intense stare. Sighing Gabriel moved his sword away before sheathing it. Muttering under his breath he sat down, as the newcomer continued to stand, with what seemed to be a permanent smirk marking his face.

"Mr. Jack Sparrow here," M began, when suddenly he was cut off.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."

M paused, and let out a heavy sigh. "Okay. Captain Jack Sparrow," he began again, rolling his eyes at Sparrow's nod of approval. "Will provide your transportation."

"Yeah," Gabriel muttered under his breath. "Transportation that he most likely stole."

"Borrowed," Sparrow said, as he had obviously heard him. "Borrowed…without permission."

M sighed again at their bantering. "Yes, well anyway…" He paused, waiting until he had their attention. "There are still three more members to recruit. Oh, and I suggest you save this one…" he handed Jones a folder. "For last, once you get everyone else. Acquiring him will be most likely very dangerous."

Jones looked at the file, and his eyes widened again. "Is this for real?"

"Yes," M answered with a nod. "He will be very useful in finding the thieves of the time machine."

"And how the hell are we supposed to convince a…" He paused, looking at the file. "Half-vampire, half-werewolf to help us?"

M shrugged. "You'll have to figure that out. Now go."

That's gotta be the fastest time I got kicked out of a place, Jason thought to himself as he and the group exited the room.

M smirked. I just hope they know what they're doing…