Oh yeah, I also made a few minor adjustment to the first installment to try to help the story flow a little better. If anyone has any suggestion on other add ins that would help maintain story continuity, please email hoyarojo@yahoo.com
Unwayon IV
Methos was happy.... truly happy. Elated even. The past three weeks he had grown closer to his son that he had ever expected. Blair accepted his friendship completely and he never questioned Methos' intentions or behavior. There were a few times this past week that he thought Blair might be ready for him to tell him the truth.. but not yet. This evening Jim had gone on a date with someone named Lisa, who worked in the robbery department. Blair was oddly bubbly about Jim's date; he said he was worried that a past relationship of Jim's had quleched the casanova in his partner. Since Jim would be gone, Methos accepted a dinner invitation to dine with Blair at the loft. Methos loved visiting his son's home. He was delighted that Blair had found a happy, full life. Like the typical daddy he wanted the best for his child: security, joy and contentment. Blair had found all of that being the sentinel's companion. Methos wondered how telling Blair the truth about his parentage would affect that relationship. Sure Blair and Jim were bonded like the typical sentinel-guide blood brothers, but there was more to their relationship than that. Even though Jim was only eleven years older that Blair, he had take over the father figure role in Blair's life. Methos would had been slightly evnious of Jim's paternal position in directing and guiding Blair, but he recognized the good in the situation. Methos wished that he had been there to raise his son the way he had intended, the way he had hope......
"I'm sorry Blair, what did you say? I guess I was off on a another field assignment or something."
chuckle "Man, I don't know how you can get around being as absent-minded as you are. I just asked if you wanted any more pla lard prig?"
"Thanks man, but I'm borderline explosion. I shouldn't have eaten so much. Where did you learn to cook authentic Thai food?"
"Oh well, my mom and I moved around so much and she made friends so easily, there aren't too many exotic foods that I don't no how to prepare. What did you think of the tom yum koon soup?"
"Oh, now that was slamming! And you didn't use too much kaffir lime leaf. The last time I had tom yum koon, all I could taste was the lime..... So now I know why Jim has kept you around so long, no one else can cook that good!"
hahahahah " Jim's not really into spicy favors, but he tries everything I whip up in the kitchen. And, although he would never admit it, I think he really like my dishes."
"Of course he wouldn't; by the way, I sure hope you have some spare tupperware because not all that pad thai is going to make it into your refrigerator."
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Well, this looks good, if I do say so myself> Lyle though as he made a last inspection of the holding cell he planned to keep Jim Elision in while he was away delivering David Murphy. Now all we need an enhanced individual and his trusty sidekick to come and visit our new little inn. He picked up his cell phone. "Marcus, what's the eta on the Sandburg snatch? Good. Have the final plans on my desk tomorrow for my review." Lyle smiled to himself again as he exited the dark room. Who would have though Elision's achilles heel would be the preverbal stone to catch two birds . I wonder what kind of attractant he has to pull down a veteran ops man like Jim. Hmmm, maybe its something we would replicate.... Lyle took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket again. "Dr. Kim, glad your still up. Look get on the next plane to a city called Cascade in Washington. Bring your extraction kit. I've got a couple of test subjects coming in that you might enjoy. Call me as soon as you've secured flight plans."
in Blue Cove
"Yes sir, I'll be right there sir. Cascade, Washington. On the next flight out. " Dr. Kim closed his cell phone. He looked down at his 'patient' lying on the exam table. "Well Angelo, looks like we're going to have to finish these test later. Go ahead, get up and return to your room." Angelo looked up at the doctor with his customary blank stare. "Doctor go?" "Only for a few days, my friend. Our man Lyle has a little assignment for me to complete. I will be back." "Doctor go, Doctor come back." "That's right Angelo, now lets get you back to your room." Angelo was more that ready to go back to his cell. There was a certain free agent out there who need to know about the centre's new plan.
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"Now Jim, that wasn't so bad now was it?"
"What? I thought the movie you picked would be good from the start"
"Not the movie, silly, our date."
"Lisa, a movie and dinner with you has never been anything but a nice fantasy for me. Of course it wasn't bad, this has been great!"
"Okay then why haven't you asked me before?"
"Well,... I ...uhm... sort of"
"My, my when big strong men like you get tongue tide I know the sky's about to fall."
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"Anyway, now that I've made you blush, I'll change the subject to something easier for you to handle. How is you department coming on the Murphy case?"
"What Murphy case?"
"You know, the one that's brought those two tight lipped Feds down to Cascade. What's your office's take on the prep? Right now the office pool favors the idea that Murphy's the prime subject in an international drug scheme. But when I saw his picture I knew he just has to be a run away witness. You know, the kind that come forward and then chicken out. He's got this 'flight' look about him."
"Really Lisa, what is this Murphy case your talking about? I've never heard of it."
"Huh... well maybe that's why its been over four weeks since the Feds have had all the other departments searching for this guy and yet we still don't have a clue where he's hiding in Cascade. If major crimes had been involved, the prep would have been caught the first week he landed here. I wonder why the Feds didn't include you guys?"
"Who is this Murphy and what's the situation?"
"Well the Feds won't tell us why this Murphy guy is wanted. They're an odd couple from the northwest, and man and a woman. I think the woman is a bit ticked at the way the guy is handling the case. Anyway, our captain doesn't even know what this David Murphy had done."
Jim have been continuing to eat his salad as he listened to Lisa describe the case. Bad move, because as soon as she said the name 'David Murphy' the lettuce leaf Jim was chewing when straight down his windpipe.
choke, cough, gag, cough, cough
"Jim are you ok? Jim"
"I'm.... all right.... I .. just ... what did .........did you say the prep's name was again?"
"Here Jim, sit down and drink some water. slowly. Are you sure your okay?"
Jim nodded his head vigorously as he drank down the water and nodded his head to Lise, urging her to continue.
"Uh-un, not until you start breathing right..... okay, that's better. Murphy, David Murphy."
"I'm sorry Lisa," Jim grabbed his coat so quickly he almost bumped into the waiter caring dinner to another table.
"I'm sooo sorry, so very sorry. But I think, no, I know I need to be leaving now. Ummm, I need to check on something at home. I'm really sorry Lisa. I'll take care of dinner at the door. Stay as long as you like, okay?"
"Um, sure, sure. Go ahead a take care of whatever you need to. You'll give me a call later?"
"Yeah, right, okay...... Bye" Jim was already facing the hostess with his credit card in hand when he last responded to Lisa. There was only on thought on his mind as he raced to his truck. What has Sandburg gotten himself into now?>
Great, I finally get asked out by the dreamiest bachelor on the force and I scare him away with shop talk. Way to go Lisa. And what's worst, I drove him away to that little Sandburg guy. Sigh. Maybe he will call me back?.... yeah right.>
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"Blair, Blair, Are you home, are you okay?" Jim's heart was beating so hard he could barely hear the regular ticking of his guide's. Ever since the fountain incident with Alex, Jim had been terrified that something horrible would happen to him. Why did I let Blair convince me that a date was a good idea. If I had been here he would be safe.>
"Hey... Jim? What's wrong man? I'm in the bathroom. How did your date with Lisa go?"
"Chief!... Am I glad to see you. Is everything okay here?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it? Ah, you didn't have another nightmarish premonition did you?"
"No, .. but where is that David Murphy guy?"
"Oh, David.. He left about twenty minutes ago. Why, what's up?"
After performing a visual inspection of Blair's vital signs and the state of the loft Jim walked over to the end table to pick up his cell phone. Blair had convinced him to leave it at home so that his mind would be focused on his date with Lisa. Now Jim was auto dialing Simon's, their captain, home number.
"Nothing deep except that your new friend is wanted by the federal government. According to Lisa all other departments have been on a four week man hunt for him. By the way, do you know where he is staying? We need to pick... 'Hello, Simon......Yes sir I know its late.....Yes sir I know you didn't give me your home number to use it at eleven o'clock a night..... Yes sir, this is an emergency...... Yes sir this is a very gooood emergency....... Okay, I understand..... Have you been briefed on a federal man hunt for a David Murphy?"
Blair had stopped listening to Jim after he reached Simon. His heart was sinking fast within him. David, a wanted criminal? No, no it couldn't be. There didn't seem to be a violent bone in the man's entire body. How could this be happening? No, Jim has to be wrong. Blair didn't know how but he trusted David, he trusted David as much as he trusted Jim. He has to uncover the truth about these charges.
"What did Simon say?"
"He hasn't heard any thing about a Murphy case. He does know about two federal agents working with several of the other departments but for some reason they haven't contacted major crimes."
"Great, that means that David isn't accused of a major felony. Did Lisa tell you why the feds want him?"
"No, apparently they are keeping a very tight lip on the whole issue. But just because major crimes isn't involved doesn't meant your friend's not a serious offender. We're not the only department in the police force you know."
"If you knew David like I do, you wouldn't be questioning his integrity."
"Yeah,..hmm...and just why don't I know Murphy well? Don't you think its pretty convenient that he is always too busy to meet me? And what about tonight? You have invited him over for dinner at least ten times, if I remember right. Yet he only decides to come after finding out that I won't be there. Don't you think that's odd?"
"Okay, maybe a little. But maybe he finds you intimidating. He told me that you gave him the third degree when he called last week. Why did you question him so thoroughly anyway?"
Jim turned his head away slightly at Blair's question. "Blair, I know that your an official cop now and that you can take care of yourself, but... I... I was worried. you know, your track record with people hasn't been that great. You trust people way to easily. I just wanted to find out for myself who this Murphy guy is"
"Thanks man, but I am well past high school. I may not be the best judge of character, okay, I may be a terrible judge of character, but I chose you as my best friend. Now that should shine some redeeming light. I can't explain it but I know David is not guilt. I just know it."
"Chief, I think maybe your heart has clouded your eyes again. Where does David live?"
Blair shook his head after hearing Jim's words and sat down with a slump. "I'm not sure. I know that he is subletting a Rainier student's apartment this summer, but I've never gone over there. He says the apartment kitchen is real small so we have always met somewhere else for dinner."
"Interesting." Bliar sighed. "Well, do you at least have his telephone number?"
"Of course." "Good, we can place a trace on him that way. Simon is contacting the feds. We need to be at the station tomorrow morning around 7:30 for a meeting. I guess you can hold off contacting Murphy until then. Chief, I don't think I need to remind you not to warn Murphy... or do I?"
"NO..... no you don't." Blair quickly retreated to his bedroom and slammed the door. A few minutes he heard a quiet tapping on the door. "I don't want to talk about it anymore okay? Please, just go to bed Jim."
Jim slowly walked up the stairs to his bedroom. As he laid down on his bed he heard Blair's soft response, "He's not guilt Jim. I know he's not." I hope your right, Chief. For your sake I hope your right.>
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The next morning 8:30
"Yes sir, they have decided to have Blair Sandburg contact Murphy in about twenty minutes. They are suppose to meet up at the park and Sandburg is going to bring him in. The department chief will have about ten officers standing by to snag Murphy. How would you like us to proceed?"
Perfect> Lyle thought to himself. He had been wondering how he was going to tie Murphy and Elision together and now the solution to that little problem was just handled to him, gift wrapped.
"Listen closely. Have the van standing by and ready. As soon as you get a clear shot at Sandburg after they bring in Murphy I want him taken immediately. Understood?"
"Yes sir. Clean and sweet."
"Good" good> Lyle thought to himself. He pressed the talk button again. "Dr. Kim, eta on our donors thirty-two hours. Make sure your extraction lab is set up."
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"Jim, I hope you know how much I hate this. In fact, this make me deeply sick to my stomach."
"Chief, there's nothing to argue about. You heard the feds. This guy is either a witness or a murderer. The victim was beheaded! Of all the grotesque ways to kill someone that takes the cake. Don't you want to know which side of the table he's actual on? The guy fled the scene of a crime and tried to cover up his tracks with fake bus tickets. You may not want to believe it, but that sounds pretty incriminating to me."
"He was scared, wouldn't you be? The feds conceded that the witnesses said David was trying to get away from the 'victim'. I think he saw a gruesome slaying and tried to run away from the real assailants. Why can't you give him the benefit of the doubt?"
"Chief... Blair...humph... there's no sense arguing about this now. We will find out the truth as some as you bring Murphy in."
"I really hate this, especially lying to him."
"Chief.." Jim said with a strong warning tone, "you aren't going to warn him are you? We agreed that you would bring him in. I don't have to tell you what will happen if you try to change the plans."
"I know, I did swear to obey and protect the laws of the land. I will do my duty as officer." "Alright."
Mulder and Scully sat in the observation conference room after their meeting with Chief Simon Banks. Mulder was unusually quiet about the whole situation and Scully needed to know why.
"Okay Mulder, spill it? This whole investigation was your idea and now that we have found the guy, your acting like the sky has just fallen. You did want to catch David Murphy didn't you?"
"Of course Scully! I just didn't want to involve the major crimes department. And of all the people to have access to Murphy it had to be the Sandburg-Ellision team. I had hoped not to involve them in these affairs at all. I should have imaged that this could happen from the start."
"Why didn't you want them involved? From the looks of thinks if we had involved them in our search from the beginning, we could have detained Murphy over a week ago. Mulder, I demand some answers now!"
Sigh "Okay, do you remember that I told you we weren't the only ones seeking after Murphy?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with these two detectives?"
"A couple of years age Blair Sandburg wrote a paper that was widely publicized. Although he denied its truth, its obvious from his role in the Cascade police department that his paper wasn't false. I'm afraid that the people after Murphy won't stop with him. They will go after the Sandburg-Ellision team. And then we'll have three missing persons."
"Mulder how can you be so sure about this?"
"Scully, trust me. You know my track record. I am right about the danger involved."
"So what you expect us to do? "Nothing, we'll just ride it out and see what happens."
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Methos ran up to Blair sitting alone on the park bench. Blair had called him earlier this morning and asked him to meet him in the park. Methos recognized the concealed tears in Blair's voice. He wondered what had upset his son so much. He placed his hand on Blair's shoulder when he reached him.
"Blair, what's wrong?"
Blair was working hard to hold back his emotions. At the sound of David's voice he wanted to to scream out that it was a trap and to help David get way. At least half of him did anyway. The other half was seething with anger, wondering if this man was a murder, if he again had been duped by an untrustworthy person.
"Um, David, we need to talk." "I can see that. What happened? Was it Jim? what's..."
"No, it has nothing to do with me. David... what did you do? You're wanted by the feds."
Methos' stomach began to knot up inside him. oh no. how did they track me down here? I thought they would be combing the streets of Tjuana by now. Your getting old, old man. Oh man, what have they told Blair?> "Blair, I.... have you told anybody that you know how to reach me?"
"Yes, and the park is crawling with cops. I wanted to be the one who actual brings you in. What happened that night David, did you kill that man?"
Jim could hear Blair's heart racing from his position in the bushes. He shifted his hearing to detect Murphy's. Oh man> he said to himself as Murphy shook him head no in response to Blair's question. He's lying.>
"Uhmm, Blair, that nigh,... it was crazy. I was..uhm... expecting to meet up with an old colleague. He told me on the telephone that he was in some major trouble and that I was the only one in the area he could trust. I..uhm.. I barely got away when the other guys showed up. Blair, I just ran. I don't know what...uhm...uhm... Bob was into but I sure didn't want to be caught up in it with him. i really don't have much information on why..Bob.. was being hunted..."
"Oh man, that's great! I mean.. that's terrible. I'm, I'm just glad that your safe man." Blair's emotions flipped from depression and malice to euphoria as he listened to David's story. He didn't even question the obvious holes in it, he was so relieved to have his faith in Murphy restored.
I'm going to to kill him> though Jim to himself. First I let the feds grill him, then I'm going to smash his face in; maybe even enlarge that nose of his. How could he lie to Blair like that? He's just standing there weaving a sticky web of fiction and Blair's been snared like an unsuspecting bug.> Jim's left jaw muscle began to twitch rapidly. They'd better start walking over here now or I'm going to go drag him deceiving butt over to lock up myself.> Simon could see the fury as it began to form itself on Jim's face. Now what's got his shorts in a knot?> "Jim, what is wrong with you? What do you hear over there?"
Simon's question was the distraction Lyle needed to give his people the order. Three of the Cascade PD officers closest to Blair and David had already been quietly replaced by sweepers. He had also selected a park bystander to be hit by a sniper in order to add confusion and prevent the police from interrupting the snatch. He was observing Jim from a van several yards away through a pair of high powered telescopic binoculars. When Jim's posture changed he knew the detective was listen to something and would be the perfect time to implement his plan. "Now!" he ordered through the mic. The van he was traveling immediately drove away from the premises to ensure that he wouldn't be anywhere near the crime scene in case things didn't go down properly. He didn't have anything to worry about...
POP! The shot came out of nowhere and fell a young mother pushing her child on a nearby swing set. Both Jim and Simon immediately stopped talking and turned toward the sound of the shot.
"What, what was that?" Blair asked Methos. "I'm not sure.. but it sounded like a gun shot." "Promise me that you will stay right here until I come back, okay." "Blair!" "Promise me, OKAY?" Methos was torn. Every survivor instinct in him was screaming out, RUN!. It would be a prefect escape. He could be on a plan to Florida in less that seven hours. He had already mapped out a quick escape plan. But no, here his son was asking him to stay put. If he left now, the damage done to their relationship might never be repaired. What are you thinking man?> he asked himself. Don't be an idiot, RUN. MacLeod got over your past mistakes and so will Blair. Now go and explain it o him later. But Methos couldn't move. It was rare for him to met any of his mortal sons, let alone to be given a chance to have a relationship with them. No, he couldn't leave. All he would have to do is explain to Blair all about immortality and all would be well. If he fled, it would take a long time just to get Blair to speak to him again, if at all. Yep, I have definitely gotten soft in my old age> "SWEAR to me man!" "Okay already, I won't go anywhere until you get back. "Great! I trust you man." Sigh. While sitting down on a park bench, Methos look up to see two solemned faced men dressed in police uniforms walking towards him. Okay, now they don't look too friendly.> Before Methos could arise to being his retreat from the approaching men two other Cascade Police officers also closed in on him from the left side. "Put down any weapons you may have and hold your hands up where I can see them" said one of the real cops. The two replacements gradually slipped away from Methos upon the arrival of the other cops. Meanwhile, Simon and Jim had made over to the injured woman. "This looks like a clean hit from the bullet's entry point, Simon. Whoever fired at her wasn't aiming to kill" "Hmmm, that's strange. How is she doing?" Jim knelt down on the ground in order to tended to the injured woman and he set his full attention on scanning her vital signs for any other injuries. At the same time Jim's attention was diverted the second half of the extraction team snared Blair while on his way to the source of the gun shot sound . "Officer Sandburg," said one of the sweepers, "your partner... well he just fell down on the ground a few minutes ago and stopped moving. No one knows what's wrong with him. We need your help." Oh no> though Blair, Jim must have had his hearing turned up when the shot was fired.> "I need you to take me to him now" "No problem, sir" said the sweeper with a concealed smile. As they headed off away from the crime scene a sky blue van abruptly stopped in front of them. " Hey, what's this? Hey you, driver, get out the way!" Blair commanded. "Sure Mr. Sandburg, anything you say." Those were the last words Blair heard as a chloroform dipped rag was slapped up against his nose and mouth.
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"What do you mean you didn't get Murphy!!" Lyle snarled at the two cowering agents. "You were assigned to pick up the twerp after Sandburg left."
"Sir, two uniforms interrupted us and we weren't able..."
"Why didn't you just shoot them to get them out of the way. Murphy is THE REASON why we're here in this stupid little town. Why would you let two weak cops interfere with our plans!" Lyle was seething with anger.
"Sir" said one of the shaking agents "We figured our cover would be blown and the whole mission could have been..."
"SHUT UP!!" pop pop. Lyle silenced the man with two direct gun shots into his heart. "Now," he said two the other agent, "he doesn't have to worry about his precious cover being blown. Do you have anything to add?"
The second agent was violently shaking. "nnnoo...nnn..ooo... sirrrr. Please forgive me."
Lyle sadistically smiled. I love it when people fear me> "Just get rid of this corpse and don't let me see you face again until I call for you."
"Y..eeessss sirrr, riggght away. " The man practically flung the dead body over his shoulder and fled the room as if he were being chased by a hungry tiger.
Now, > thought Lyle as he walked away from the scene and headed for the cell Blair was chained in. it's time to see just how beloved Mr. Sandburg is by the Cascade PD.>
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"WHERE. IS. BLAIR!!" Jim demanded of Murphy in the interrogation room. After the ambulance arrived to help the fallen woman Jim began searching for Blair. it didn't take him long to realize that Blair wasn't in the park and that he had been taken relatively close to were Murphy had been sitting. Methos himself was more than shaken up at the news that his son had been taken but was retaining his emotions. "Detective Elision, I already told you, I really don't know." he said in his calmest voice. "I sat back down on the bench like Blair asked of me. I turned my head when I saw the other officers approaching and I didn't see what happened next, I swear." "You must know more that you're telling me. I know you were lying to him about the Seacover incident. If anything happens to him, I swear I'll..." Jim's hand was stopped by Simon as he was reaching out to punch Methos' face. "DETECTIVE!, cool down and get. out. of. here now!"
"Captain, He's hiding something and whatever it is has injured Blair. I need to.."
"I said GET OUT OF HERE NOW Jim! Do I need to have you removed?"
"No, no." Jim gave Methos the look of death as he exited the room. Methos' face also visibly relaxed when Jim turned toward the door and he placed his head on the table.
"Now,... one of my best detectives has possible been kidnapped and another one of my men seems to think that you have something to do with it. Would you mind explaining that to me?"
"Honestly captain, Blair is my friend. I would never jeopardize him. I really don't know who could have taken him. I don't have any enemies..."
"Here," finished Simon. Methos nodded his head as he quietly banged it on the table for making such a foolish slip.
"So, are you going to tell me about these enemies of yours? Hmmm? Specifically the one you beheaded in Seacover?"
Methos looked into Simon's face. Now how shall I handle this one?> he thought. Thankfully the sentinel was no longer in the room or his lie wouldn't make it out of his mouth before Jim slammed his face against the wall. I didn't.. murder... anyone in Seacover. I... I ... was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Interesting word choice Mr. Murphy" said Mulder. He and Scully entered the room after Jim was forcibly banished by Simon. "You chose the word 'murder' very carefully. I believe the captain asked if you had beheaded anyone in Seacover, not if you had murdered anyone." Scully looked at her partner, impressed. Only Mulder would have detected something so subtle as that. Although Murphy was trying to hid his shock at being caught so easily she saw the look of amazement in his eyes when Mulder spoke.
"I Don't know what you are taking about, err.. agent?"
"Mulder, Agent Mulder with the FBI."
"What? No first name?"
"I think the question should be what is your real name, Mr. Murphy."
Methos smiled within himself. Ahhh, this mortal has a bit of gumption. I better tread carefully around him> "My name," he said in his most innocuous Adam Pierson voice, "is David Murphy. I only used false names at the bus station for fear of being followed."
"And just who did you fear, Mr. Murphy? Who were you running from?'
"Yes," interrupted Simon. He could see a private tit-for-tac forming between Mulder and Murphy and was determined to keep the investigation open. "Who were you running from, and where would they have taken detective Sandburg?"
"Sir," said Methos again with his disarming tone, "I really don't know. I don't have any idea who would have taken Blair. But if you really think that I have something to do with it, you have my absolute cooperation. As I already said, Blair is one of my few friends here in the States and I want him retrieved as much as anyone else."
"hmmm, so you say Mr. Murphy. At any rate, in keeping with American law, I believe you are entitled to speak with a lawyer before we continue with these questions. Am I not Captain Banks?"
Simon looked at the FBI agent as if he had suddenly started foaming at the mouth. We were on a roll. He hadn't even responded to that little confrontation. What. is. this. idiot. thinking?" "Uhmm,.. yeah.. right.. sure. We'll have a telephone brought to you right away. now if you'll excuse us." Simon gave Mulder his most menacing 'I'm gonna kick you butt up and down the bull pin' and visually motioned to the agents to follow him to his office.
Methos himself had to struggle to keep his jaw from fall. What kind of game is this.. of course.. he's going to tap into my phone conversation. Man! I need to find out if there are any immortals in Cascade who like to use mortals as pawns. If I call Joe its going to look like I'm up to something. But if I don't... owww man. Okay, okay let me think...>
Jim was already waiting for Simon and the feds in the captain's office. He didn't care if the captain busted him down to meter maid but he was going to demand to interrogate Murphy himself. He stopped pacing and faced the door when he heard Simon's approaching footsteps.
"Not one word Elision! Keep your tongue shut for a few more minutes." Simon growled as he opened his office door. After the agents entered the room he slammed it shut and pounced on Mulder. "And just was that little display about Agent Mulder? American law? This guy could be responsible for a gruesome murder and your offering to protect his rights? You had him on the defensive and then you gave him a comfortable escape. Just what were you thinking?"
"Captain Banks, ... I know my statement seemed a little odd.." "A Little Odd?...." Mulder held up his hands in the classic time out position. "This guy's smart, craftily even. We weren't going to get anything out of him in the traditional fashion. I had to try to throw him off kilter a bit and this seemed like the perfect method."
"Wait a minute," interjected Jim who had been quietly listening up to that point, "am I hearing this right, you let this guy off the hot seat. My partner has been taken by who knows and the only one who might know why is sitting comfortably in the interrogation room! What is going on here?"
Scully was asking the same question quietly to herself, yea Fox> she only called him that privately when she couldn't figure out what he was up too what were you thinking?>
"Trust me on this detective. I know what I'm doing. Now all we need is to ease drop on his telephone call and then we will know exactly who and what he know." "OOOhhhh," Scully smiled "so much for our sacred American law." "Scully," Mulder smiled equally brightly at his partner, "you heard his accent. He's not American." humf
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"Yes, I assure you sir Murphy will be delivered to you on time as I earlier promised. In three days you will be able to pick him up. ..... No sir, we don't physically have him yet but our baited trap in already being set...... No, no sir. The centre will not disappoint you." click
It had better not> thought the man in black. He had expected the centre's lackey Mr. Lyle to delight him with news of an early retrieval. Instead, he was cling to the pick up time established earlier. Slam!! The man in black whacked him hand on the table. He had grown impatient. After all these years of seeking he could finally taste Methos' quickening and he wanted it NOW. He remembered when he first discovered that Methos the myth was indeed not fiction. His research had taken him to a small town in Australia where a tribal legend about an ageless man has persisted through many ages. The man in black had no idea who the immortal was, but since he knew that the key to success was to learn the tricks of other successful game players, he traveled down there to find out more. It was in the village of Dorkshire that he met an old man whose claimed to be a direct descendant of the Unwayone. The man promised him, for a price, a detailed recounting of the historical lore shrouding the man's true nature. And it was through their private conference that he learned to true name of Unwayon, Methos. He was astounded, delighted and a little disbelieving at the man's tale. The old man assured him that the Unwayon had proclaimed himself as Methos, but of course, the old man had no idea why the name was significant. Since the tribal name given to him had been revered as the name of a demigod, over time his family stopped telling outsiders that he had called himself by some other name. At that moment the man in black had assumed his life's purpose. He himself didn't have a distinct name; his early life as a mortal was spent as a common Roman slave with only the moniker of 'boy' or 'you'. He didn't care any more about his lack of identify after that moment in Australia. His plan was to be forever know as 'Methos' slayer'.
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Lyle caressed Blair's chin as he laid unconscious on the table. So just what do they see in you Mr. Sandburg> he asked himself. He turned away from him in disgust. A scrawny little body and an almost effeminate bearing. humph. No matter. I may never learn the secret power you have, but I shall definitely try to reproduce it> He looked over at Dr. Kim under the sterilization hood he had installed in the warehouse. When this is over I shall have much fun testing your and Mr. Elision's samples.> Lyle continued to smile to himself as he walked down the hallway and opened up his cell phone. "Marcus, how is plan B shaping up?" "Good, make sure all the teams are ready to greet Mr. Elision at the rendezvous point." "Of course Elision is going to show up, we have his precious little partner and I doubt he's going to endanger his life."
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Methos paced in the interrogation room in front of the telephone placed on the table ten minutes ago. He hadn't survived as long as he had without being able to spot a trap when he saw one. Should I call.... to call or not to call... that is the stupidest question I've ever had!> He was frustrated. He knew that one call to Joe could not only help him identify the immortal behind Blair's abduction but would also send the MacLeod calvery down here to spring him from jail. He had to call, he had tooo....... but if he called and that annoying intuitive FBI agent was listening.... he couldn't call, he couldn't risk it.... But what's life without risk?> he asked himself, long and comfortable> he answered. "owww, just do it!!" he yelled at himself. But just before his hand touched the phone's receiver detective Elision came burring into the room, slammed Methos against the wall and yelled "I. want. some. answers. NOW!!!!"
Seven minutes earlier Elision, Simon and the feds were half way standing/sitting in Simon's office waiting to listen to Methos' call. Out of no where Jim's cell phone began to ring. "Elision!" he snarled . "Listen closely detective. If you want your partner back safe and sound you will deliver David Murphy to us tonight at eight o'clock at the Fisherman's wharf. Come alone and we won't hurt Mr. Sandburg anymore. Bring backup, and we shall have some fun with him." The phone hung up before Elision could utter a single sound. In the background Jim could hear Blair screaming in agony as his captors lashed at his back with a leather rope entwined with metal prongs. Lyle wanted to ensure Jim would comply with his demand. He almost slumped to the floor after the caller hung up but fortunately Mulder had noticed his facial expressions go from annoyance and hostility to fear and distress during the phone conversation and quickly shoved an office chair behind Elision to catch him before he fell.
"What happen?" Simon demanded. "Who was that Jim and what's going on?"
"They... they've got Blair. and they're torturing him. Simon, they're slashing his back with a leather whip."
"Oh man, oh... what are are they're demands? Come on Jim, pull your self together. What do they want?"
That's when a look of pure fury rolled over Jim's face darkening his eyes until they became glacial blue. He immediately jumped out of the chair and rushed to the office door. Jim was down the hallway before Simon had recovered from his shock enough to follow him. Scully, being a quicker thinker and probably the only one calm about the situation raced out behind Jim to try to stop him from choking David Murphy to death.
"Ugh... y..our... choking me... st...st..stoop..please"
Jim was blinded by rage. His only thought was that somehow this man was responsible for his guide's pain and he was going to make him stop. Methos, not as physically large as Jim felt his larynx being squeezed tight beneath Jim's grip. His throat already had a few lacerations that would being to heal in five, four, three, two, one seconds...
"Owwwwww!" Jim jumped back from Murphy as what felt like a thousand volts of electricity rushed into him through his fingertips. "What...what are you?" He started back towards Murphy but was stopped by Agent Scully and her pistol.
"Hold it right there detective." she said in a 'and don't try me' voice and waved Jim away from Murphy with her gun. "Police brutality is a felony offense." Scully turned to Murphy who was now on the floor covering this throat. Methos was not necessarily trying to catch his breathe but he was trying to conceal his rapidly healing wounds. "Are you okay?" she asked. "How badly did he hurt you? Let me see, I'm a doctor." Methos rubbed his hand around his throat. Although it was his most sensitive area, it still healed with the speed only a five thousand plus year old man could have. "I'm fine agent. Really. he merely knocked the wind out of me. See. I'm not even hurt." Methos exposed his completely healed neck for Scully's inspection. "That's good... but that in no way excuses your actions detective Elision. I will be submitting a formal reprimand to your captain regarding this." Jim didn't respond to her. He couldn't. His body was still tingling from the after effects of the near electrocution. He looked over at Murphy standing close to Scully who was supporting the nearly strangled man and saw a blue aura glowing around him. "What that...." "Alright Elision, you mind telling me what caused you to coming running in here like a drowning man towards air?" Simon demanded, cutting off Jim's observation. "He nearly choked Mr. Murphy to death, captain. I don't think detective Elision is fit for duty anymore, or at least he should be removed from this case."
"Noooo, nnooo...please you can't" plead Jim. "I'm soorry, I. .. I went crazy for a while. But Blair's captors demanded Murphy be swapped for him and I.. I wanted to squeeze their identities out of him." "Yeah, and squeeze you did. They way you were pressing against his neck, I'm surprised there aren't any rips and tears."
yeah, i'm surprised too> thought Mulder. he didn't want to voice his observations publicly as jim almost had but he noticed the blood stains on Murphy's collar. Murphy tried to conceal his collar by nonchalantly fiddling with it but he had accidentally exposed a small area of the collar showing the blood stains.
Captain banks narrowed his eyes at Murphy upon hearing Jim's confession. "What do you know about this Murphy." He quietly bellowed. "If this is some scheme to get you out of jail..." "No Sir. I swear. I have no idea who took Blair or why they might want me." Methos was silently praying to every deity he ever believed in that Jim was not monitoring his heart beat as he spoke. He knew Blair's captors had to be working for an immortal. but which one?>
Methos' prayer was not answered. Jim rose up from his seat with renewed fury. "He's Lying Simon. He's lying so bad his guilt heart might as well jump out of his chest." Mulder and Simon acted as physical barriers to prevent Jim from attacking Murphy again. Oh man> he though, shaking his head. What shall I do Now?>
Okay, I'm sorry. I already have a ending in mind for this story but my hands are soooo tired =). and its late at night, and my back hurts from sitting upright so long in front of the computer.. and...and .... okay, enough of the whining. Can you tell that I'm not an English major. If anyone has any adjustment or tips on how to make this a better story, please email. (Also if you kind of like it, there's this great review system below.... okay no more whining.