Okay, here's the next part, and it's longer than the other two chapters.

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"So, where are we heading anyway?"

Bond glanced over at Burt before reaching over in the folder. Opening it he pulled out a photo and looked at it. "Hungary. We're picking up someone there whose name is..." He paused, his eyebrows rising in confusion. "That's odd."

"What?" Burt asked, as he set one of his bags in the back seat.

"For each of the members of this, it says their, well, unique talent, you with your training and weapons knowledge, the one who's apparently invincible, and this one who can…talk to ghosts. But for this one, there's no information, just the picture."

Burt nodded. "So, this League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. What exactly is it?"

Bond paused before starting to explain. "There have been times throughout the past century where there were certain situations that called upon the need of a team of the most unique individuals that the government could find. The team would be recruited, and would stop the threat. There have been several, counteracting threats that have apparently included everything from world wars to alien invasions."

"Alien invasions?" Burt asked, a bit skeptic.

Bond cocked an eyebrow. "For someone who hunts mutated subterranean worms, you find it hard to believe that there could be extraterrestrial life?"

"Point taken."

"Yes, indeed," a third voice suddenly said.

Had it not been for Bond only partially freaking out, the car would have flipped into the air before coming down upside down and the top half being crushed. Instead, it simply spun around in two 360s before coming to a complete stop.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Burt yelled, as he stepped out of the car, as did Bond.

"Hey, relax, I'm not going to bite," the third voice said, as the back door opened on its own accord. The spy and hunter backed up slightly from the voice, before Bond suddenly stopped, and looked towards the car. Walking towards it, he reached inside and pulled out the folder, looking at one file. "I take it your Sebastian Caine," Bond said, the tone of his voice indicating well enough that he had not been amused by Caine's unveiling of himself.

"Bingo," the newly named Caine said.

"How did you, no, never mind, I really don't want to know right now. Let's just get back in the car and go. We still have to pick up the next member."

Burt nodded but seemed unsure as he glanced at where the voice had been, only to discover that it had pulled a coat out and put it on, so now he was starring at a coat that was floating in mid air. One of the sleeves gave a small wave, before going into the car. Burt and Bond followed.

* * *

It took almost a full day before the group arrived in Hungary. Driving the car into an abandoned alley, near which a hole down underground could be seen, the group moved foreword.

"M said that one of this man's workers would meet us here," Bond explained as he dropped down inside, Burt, who was armed with a shotgun following, as well as Caine, who was now fully clothed, but nothing covering his head.

They moved through a dark tunnel, Caine slightly cursing as he stepped in what was apparently the droppings of some animal.

Finally, they saw someone near the end of one of the tunnels, and quickly moved foreword.

It was a man, rather large, and black. He wore dark clothing with a leather jacket. His head was shaved, and his eyes were cold, and the way he stood there Bond could tell he was a warrior.

"Are you Bond?" the black man asked, and when the spy nodded in response, the man sighed. "He's not going to be happy that I brought down a pair of humans, and," he stopped, glancing curiously at Caine.

"What?" Caine suddenly yelled. "I'm INVISIBLE, but I'm still human. Damn."

Raze nodded, but he seemed unconvinced. "Well anyway, let's go."

The group nodded and the man led them through the tunnels.

* * *

"Where the hell have you been, Raze?"

Raze entered what appeared to be a operating room in the underground hideout, followed by Bond, Caine, and Burt.

The man who spoke turned around, his dark gray eyes glaring at Raze. "I've been-" He stopped when he saw the three with him. "And you brought humans with you?"

If Raze was a bit worried by the tone in the man's voice, he didn't show it. "Forgive me Lucian, but these men want to speak with you."

Lucian glanced at him, then at the trio, then back at Raze, before finally letting out a soft sigh. "Very well."

Bond stepped foreword. "Lucian, I'm-"

"Hold on," Lucian said, cutting Bond off as a man in his fifties, wearing a doctor's outfit, walked in from the other room. Lucian glanced at him. "Well, what's the result, Singe?"

Singe shook his head. "No. It's negative." As he spoke he looked at a list he was holding. Taking a pen he crossed off a name. "That just leaves one more."

Lucian nodded in response before glancing back at Bond. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

* * *

"And that's the whole story," Bond finished up. "So, will you consider joining this-"

"No."

Bond blinked. "No?"

"I have much more important things to attend to than to work with two humans and a floating pile of clothes." He directed the last part towards Caine, a surprisingly-bitter tone in his voice. Caine almost snarled before moving foreword, and he would have punched Lucian, had Bond not stepped in between them, placing his hands on each of their chests and keeping them a good distance away from the other.

"Alright." He glanced at Lucian. "Thank you for your time. We'll be leaving now."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, Burt and Caine following.

* * *

"So, what now?"

Bond let out a small chuckle. "We wait for him to follow us."

Burt raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think he'll follow us?"

To answer, Bond reached into his sleeve and pulled something out. It was a pendant, golden, with a small emerald in the center. Caine and Burt instantly recognized it as the pendant Lucian had been wearing around his neck. "I'm assuming he might notice this is gone, and will come after us to reclaim it. Then, we can simply knock him out and take him with us.

* * *

Lucian sighed heavily as he moved back into Singe's lab, annoyance still clinging to him at that little "discussion".

"Well that was an incredible waste of time," he muttered to himself, as he raised his head. "Now, Raze, I want you and Trix to go out, and track down this next person on the list," he paused, as he looked down at the piece of paper. "This, Michael Corvin. Now..."

He trailed off as he noticed Raze starring at him in a mixture of shock and horror, his mouth dropped open. Glancing over at Singe, Lucian noticed Singe was looking rather worried, almost frightened. "What?" Lucian asked

Raze didn't speak. Instead he raised his hand, placing it near his neck. Lucian tilted his head to the side, confused. "What the hell is wrong with you two?" As he spoke he moved his own hand up, to where Raze had moved his hand, to where Sonja's pendant hung.

His hand felt nothing there.

Looking down, his eyes widened in horror as he saw the the only piece of his mate he had left was no longer hanging from around his neck. It was gone.

Lucian looked suddenly desperate, as his head looked back and forth across the floor, in case it fell when, when...

His eyes instantly changed from dark gray to pitch black, with silver slits for pupils. They had taken it. When the man in the suit, what was his name? Bond, had broken up what was about to be some kind of scuffle between himself and Caine, he must have grabbed it when he put his hand on both of their chests.

"They took it."

It was the total calmness in his voice that chilled both Raze and Singe, as their leader turned towards the exit and broke into a run, a low snarl escaping his lips.

* * *

"So, what now?" Burt asked Bond as he, Caine, and Bond stepped out towards the car.

"That's what I'd like to know." As Bond spoke he reached into his coat and pulled out a cellphone, quickly dialing a number he brought the phone to his ear. "Hello. Yes...he refused...yeah, I'm holding it right now." He twirled the pendant around in his hand. "Now what?" Bond paused, and Caine and Burt watched as a confused look appeared on his face. "Umm, all right." He hung up.

"What did he say?" Caine asked.

"He said, that I'd figure it out, and to try and not get torn to shreds."

As if to support the statement, a roar shattered through the air, and all three looked over as Lucian leapt out of the shadows, landing around ten feet from the group. His eyes were pitch black, with dark silver pupils, several of his teeth were now fangs, and a long blade like weapon was now extending from his coat sleeve.

"Give the pendant back and I can guarantee your deaths will be as painless as possible," he snarled as he moved foreword.

Bond looked a little unsure as he pulled out his handgun, but if Lucian was about to attack, he wouldn't hesitate to put him down. "Now, I'm sure you're probably angry, but don't do anything-"

Lucian suddenly jerked backwards as the sound of a gunshot filled their ears. Looking over, Burt and Bond saw Sebastian aiming a revolver in his hand. He looked over, and whether or not he had a confused look on his face was unclear as he said, "Was I not supposed to do that?"

Then, they all looked over as Lucian looked down at the wound near his stomach. He raised his head, starring at them. "I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm going to enjoy this," he stated before ripping his coat and shirt off, flinging both aside. Then, tensing, he yelled.

The three league members watched, stupefied, as the wound suddenly expanded slightly, and the bullet popped out before falling to the ground.

And then, to their greater horror, as Lucian let out another growl, he began to change.

He let out a small snarl, opening his mouth, even as his teeth began to elongate into curved fangs that were even larger than they had been. His skin almost seemed to ripple as pitch black fur sprouted all over his upper body, even as the skin that wasn't covered by fur began to change to a coal color. He began to grow in height, as the small snarl became a full fledged roar, and his muscles began to increase in size. His pants began to tear as his legs grew, thickening, like tree trunks.

Then, with a sickening cracking noise, the knees snapped backwards, and the pant legs around his calves split open, almost making it seem like a wolf Hulk. The boots followed, bursting open and revealing padded paws with large claws at the ends. His arms slightly elongated, and his hands grew to almost twice their original size, even as long black curved talons burst from the finger tips. His long hair shortened, pulling into his skull, before suddenly becoming almost spiky. His ears became pointed and elongated as they moved to the top of his head as his face changed, his jaw and nose stretching out into a long wolfish snout.

Finally, the eyes opened, revealing the dark silver eyes that narrowed to slits as he glared at the trio, the roar now died down to a low growl once again.

Burt quickly aimed the shotgun he had been holding in his hand, while Caine backed up, still aiming his revolver.

Bond, however, stood, there, as one thought came to his mind.

M, I am REALLY going to enjoy killing you…

Then the werewolf pounced.

Burt instantly fired, and Lucian roared as one of the bullets entered his side. He didn't let the pain slow him down however, as he plowed into the trio as if they were bowling pins. Grabbing Burt, he threw him backwards, where his body collided into the wall with a sickening thud. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

He turned towards Caine next, his jaws opening wide as saliva dripped from his fangs. He roared as Caine fired, shooting him in the stomach. Lucian quickly moved foreword and backhanded Caine, knocking the invisible man backwards.

Then he turned to Bond, who was backing up to his car, his gun aiming for the head.

And that was when his phone rang. Quickly reaching down, he answered it, and his faced darkened as he heard M's familiar voice.

He was about to start yelling, when he paused, and quickly nodded. "Alright."

Hanging up he quickly opened the car and opened the folder containing the files. Opening Lucian's he took out the second picture that was in it. Lucian moved foreword then, rearing back a clawed hand, ready to tear into the spy.

Then Bond raised his other hand, showing the werewolf the picture.

Lucian instantly stopped, and lowered his arms. Then, to the shock of Bond, he let out a small, whimper. His body started to shrink, and in less than twenty seconds, he was back in his human form again. He quickly moved foreword, snatching the pendant from Bond's hand, as well as the photo, which he held in his other hand, which was now trembling.

In the picture was a woman at the airport, just another face in the crowd. She was in her late twenties, with golden blonde hair and emerald eyes. She was smiling at something that was off screen, but whatever it was she was obviously happy at it.

Lucian raised his head, and that was when Bond saw that his eyes were almost glassy…as if he was trying not to cry. "Where did you get this?"

Bond stepped foreword. "That plane I told you about? She boarded it, when it was hijacked. She's being held hostage. Now, I'm not sure who she is, but-"

"I'm in."

Bond stopped. "What?"

Lucian backed up, picking up his shirt and coat. "Give me a few minutes while I get some supplies," was all he said before moving back down to the hole.

* * *

Lucian walked back into the lair, his clothes ripped. Raze and Singe looked concerned. "Nothing is wrong," Lucian instantly said. "I've changed my mind, and am going to go with these people. Until I return you will be in charge." He directed the last part to Raze, who nodded. "Do not go after this, Michael until I return, is that clear?" When the two nodded Lucian slightly smiled. "Good." With that he walked out of the room, to get some new clothes and some weapons.

Raze and Singe stared at each other in shock. Lucian had smiled, something that he rarely did.

They wondered what the man in the black suit had said to him.

* * *

Bond looked up from the car as Lucian walked towards him, fully dressed, and holding a duffel bag in one hand. The pendant was once again hanging from his neck. "Alright, let's go."

Bond nodded before looking at Caine and Burt, who were both still unconscious, and slumped in the back seat. He glanced at Lucian with a cocked eyebrow.

"They'll live," was all the lycan alpha said with a shrug of the shoulders before getting into the car with Bond.