Caine let out a soft groan as he came back to consciousness. He slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in his body, both from where Lucian hit him and where he hit the ground. Looking over he saw Burt, in the seat next to him, also unconscious.

"Glad to see you're awake." Caine looked towards the front of the car, where Bond was smiling, as he looked at him through the rearview mirror. The invisible man let out a small chuckle before his attention was drawn to the person sitting in the seat in front of him. He instantly tried to back up, but since he was in the back seat of a car, he didn't have much luck.

Lucian turned and glanced at him with an annoyed expression before turning back around and looking out the window.

"So, that woman in the picture…I'm guessing you know her."

Lucian looked at Bond with a "no, REALLY?" look. Bond noticed it and nodded. "Thought so."

The group remained silent for a bit. Then, Lucian glanced back at Caine. "So, you're invisible…how did that happen?"

If Caine was smiling, they couldn't tell, as he leaned back and let out a small chuckle. "Ah yes. Well, I used to be a scientist that was working for this military group that was trying to find a way to make living beings invisible, for upcoming wars and stuff like that. We tested it on cats, dogs, and gorillas at first, as well as curing them. Then, I tested it on myself. The problem was we couldn't find a way to reverse it. Then, my colleagues informed one of our bosses, but I knew they did, so I killed him before he could tell anyone. Then I went after the others, killed them all except for two, and I got caught in an explosion when our lab was destroyed. When I came to, I was in a glass dome with people starring at me. They kept me there, examining me, and then that, M fellow came and said he'd cure me and give me a new identity if I helped, so I accepted, and here I am."

Lucian nodded. "Interesting," was all he said before glancing at Bond. "So how does the British government know about me?"

"We have our methods. Although for anything that deals with everything that, how would you put it, goes bump in the night, is handled by the B.P.R.D."

"The what?" Both Lucian and Caine asked at the same time, before blinking when they realized they said it simultaneously.

"The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense," Bond coolly replied. 

"Ah." Caine paused, and then looked out his window at the passing cars. "Bond, can I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"Why haven't we been pulled over by a cop for not even driving on the damn road?" He asked, as he pointed to where they were driving, on the dirt right next to the road.

Bond smirked. "Oh dear, silly me. I must have forgotten to inform you all that this car has, well, a few tricks." At the confused looks of Caine and Lucian his smirk turned into a grin. "It can turn invisible, among other things."

"You're shitting me," was Caine's reply, while Lucian just looked out the window. If he was interested, he was doing an excellent job at hiding it.

"You know, I never really understood that phrase, but no, I am not 'shitting you'," Bond remarked before slightly increasing the speed.

"And I can believe you when you say that that photo you showed me wasn't some trick made by one of your superiors?" Lucian asked out of the blue, as he glanced over at Bond, who nodded in response.

"Yes. I can assure you that it isn't some doctored picture."

Lucian stared at him for a few seconds before turning and looking out the window again. "It better not be, or you're dead."

Bond glanced from him, to Caine in the back seat, who, if he could look nervous, probably would be. Both knew that the werewolf wasn't joking. Then another groan filled the air as Burt slowly awoke. Wincing at a bruise on his body he sat up. He was about to speak when his eyes settled on Lucian.

"Jesus Christ!" he yelled, as he quickly scrambled about inside the small interior of the car searching for a gun. Bond slightly chuckled at the sight.

"You can relax Burt," he said, trying to calm the man. "He's on our side." Burt stopped and looked cautiously at Lucian, and when Bond nodded again, Burt sighed and sat back in his seat, still keeping an eye on the werewolf.

Finally, Bond looked out the window and smiled. "We're here.

* * *

"We have to get out of here."

The first man glanced at the prisoner standing next to him in the large room. He glanced around at the armed men guarding the exit before leaning close. "I know that, but how do you expect us to when these guys are over there with guns big enough to put holes the size of fucking baseballs in you?"

The second man raised an eyebrow, and looked at the others in the room. "Look, there's like 30 other people in here and three guards. If we mass charge there's no way they can get us all."

The first man blinked, and then sighed. "I guess you're right, but we should still at least try to think of some kind of plan first." He stopped when he noticed that his companion was no longer looking at him. "What?" He asked before looking over and saw what he had been looking at.

The three guards armed with guns had turned and walked out of the room. Then, as they watched, a lone man entered, strolling into the room as if he owned it. He looked around sixty-five, possibly older. With black hair that was graying near the ends. He wore a casual outfit: black shoes, black pants, a white shirt, and a black coat. He held a sheathed samurai sword in one hand, and a smirk was fixed upon his face.

"My partners couldn't help but notice that you were all gathering around each other, so I'd say it's safe to assume that you're trying some kind of escape plan." He paused, until he had everyone's attention. "Oh, and by the way, my name is Gladius. I think it's only fair that you know the name of the guy who's probably going to kill you." His smirk dropped when several of the younger men started snickering, and then it returned. "So therefore, here is the deal: anyone who wants to escape is free to try, but first they have to get past me. If they can, no one will stop you from escaping." he unsheathed his sword with a great flourish, his smirk slowly growing into a full fledged, almost maniacal grin. "So, let the games begin. Your move."

The two men who had been talking glanced at each other, and then nodded. One of them snatched up a pole that was lying on the floor as the other charged, quickly followed by the other. The first man tried to punch Gladius, but he simply stepped out of the way and kicked him into the wall. He turned around just as the second man lashed out.

Gladius yelled as the pole went into his stomach, before bursting from his back, dripping with his blood. The man let go of the pole and started to move away, when Gladius grabbed him, and in one second, lashed out, his katana stabbing the man in the stomach also. The second man gasped as blood slowly started to pour from his mouth. Then, to his surprise, and shock, Gladius slowly pulled the pole from his stomach, and then placed his other hand over the man's chest.

He started to convulse, and then, to the horror of the man who stabbed him, the wound, which was visible through the ripped shirt, started to heal. And in a matter of seconds it was gone, and besides the blood staining his white shirt, there was no evidence showing that he had been stabbed at all.

Gladius smirked at him, before looking down and cursing outloud. "FUCK! I LIKED THAT SHIRT!" He looked back at the man and his face darkened.

Two seconds later, Gladius turned and walked away as the two halves of the man hit the floor, blood pouring from him. Not even glancing at the first man who he had kicked, Gladius lashed out with his katana, decapitating him.

* * *

Lucian looked at the small suburban house that he, Bond, Burt, and Caine now stood in front of. "So who lives here?" Burt asked as the four moved up towards the front door.

"Oh, you'll see," Bond simply answered as he knocked on the door. A few moments later it opened and a man who looked like he was in his early twenties poked his head out. "Are you Jesse Ryan?" Bond asked.

Jesse nodded. "Yeah, who are y-holy fuck!" he suddenly yelled when he saw Caine. Caine sighed heavily as Bond slowly pushed his way into the house, no longer feeling the need to explain now that he had seen the invisible man.

"Is Rachel here?" Bond asked once the group was inside. Jesse didn't answer; he was still looking at Caine. "Is she?" Bond asked again, slowly but surely running out of patience.

Jesse looked at him, and then nodded. "Hold on." He walked out of the room, returning a few moments later with a young woman, who appeared to be the same age as him. She wasn't what someone would call gorgeous, but she had a natural beauty that was attractive enough. She had soft hazel eyes and long black hair.

"I presume you're Rachel Lang," Bond said as he greeted her.

Rachel nodded. "Yes. Who are you?"

"Bond. James Bond," was Bond's answer, saying the name in a way that only he could. "And I'm a representative from the British government, and I've come here because we're recruiting you."

"Recruiting me?" Rachel asked.

"Yes. The world is facing a serious crisis and the British government wants you to be on this team," Bond explained. Jesse was looking at him as if he was insane, but Bond ignored him, focusing his gaze on the young woman before him.

"And why would they want me, of all people?" Rachel asked, and Bond could tell she was trying to play innocent…that she knew why they wanted her.

"Because you're the telekinetic relative of Carrie White, who killed off her entire senior class at prom over twenty years ago." The others eye's widened when Bond answered with that statement, and Rachel just looked down, which proved that Bond was telling the truth.

"Now look," Jesse said as he stepped forward, ready to defend his fiancée. "She's been trying to learn how to control her powers and she still hasn't been able to get a full grip on them. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Really, well I think the opposite," Bond shot back before looking at Rachel. "Miss Lang, possibly the fate of the world is in our hands here. We're hoping you will agree with us, but if you refuse, we've taken steps to ensure your cooperation."

Now he had both Rachel and Jesse's full attention. "Steps?"

Bond nodded as he pulled out a folder. "The police have been rather annoyed that they weren't able to find the person who slaughtered everyone at that party several years ago," he said 'person' in a way so that the others knew it was Rachel he was talking about, and she looked down, ashamed as some rather painful memories resurfaced in her mind. "If you refuse to help, we will inform the police about this, and we do have proof."

"You can't be serious," Jesse said bluntly.

Bond shrugged. "Same with you, since you helped her, they'd possibly lock you up as well, and-"

Rachel suddenly raised her arm and Bond shot across the room like a cannonball. His back collided into the wall and he slumped to the floor. Rachel then aimed at Lucian, but he rushed foreword and in an instant had her dangling off the ground by the throat, cutting off her air supply.

"Lucian," Bond began as he rose to his feet. "Put her down." Lucian glanced at him, and then nodded, dropping Rachel. Jesse instantly moved to her side, glaring at Lucian as he reached her.

Bond moved stepped forward as Jesse helped Rachel up. "I apologize for what I said, but I'm only trying to emphasize the height of urgency in this mission. Please."

Rachel starred at him for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I'm in." She started to move towards the steps. "Just give me a few minutes while I pack." Jesse started to say something. "You're not coming Jesse."

"Wait a minute, I-"

"Jesse, please," she whispered as she reached up and caressed his cheek. "I don't want you to get hurt. Please stay here. I'll be fine." Then, she leaned up and gently kissed him before moving up the stairs.

Bond nodded to himself before glancing at Lucian, who was now leaning against the wall, looking down at the floor, a somewhat saddened look on his face. "What is it?" Bond asked as he moved towards him.

"Nothing. It's just, that's how Sonja used to look at me," Lucian whispered as he starred up the steps.

Bond frowned, and then lightly smiled. "Well, once we find Pierce, you'll get her back, so don't worry."

Lucian slightly smiled at that. "I guess so…so where to next?"

"Well, now we're going to meet M, where he has already gotten the next member."