Okay, here's the next part.

Disclaimer: See first chapter for Disclaimer. Don't sue me.

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Gladius stormed out of the room, cursing over and over again as he raised his hand, which a moment earlier had been holding the now bloody white shirt he was wearing. He was beginning to wish he could kill the guy who had impaled him all over again.

He rounded the corner and stopped when he saw a man leaning up with his back to the wall. The man was in his 40's with blonde hair, and was wearing casual clothes.

His companion was rather attractive, although Gladius tended to usually ignore women, since the last time he had been romantically involved with one she left him to die before getting stabbed in the back by a vampire that she was friends with. The woman with the man was a bit younger than the male, in her late twenties, with shoulder length blonde hair and eyes that were as cold as arctic ice. She was wearing black leather pants, combat boots, and a leather coat over a red halter. She was currently pressed up against the male, her legs wrapped around his waist with her full lips kissing his neck, eliciting groans from him.

"Ahem," Gladius said, finally interrupting the two. "Sorry to disturb you, Leon, but Julian wants to see you." Leon looked over at Gladius, and nodded. The woman let out a small whimper of protest as she jumped down and kissed his lips.

"I'll be back in a while Katrina," Leon whispered as he kissed her. Then, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'll see you in the bedroom." He pulled away and grinned. She smiled seductively and kissed him again before walking away from him down the hall. Leon smiled after her before turning and facing Gladius. "So," he began, as he and Gladius walked down the hall. "Is this some sort of emergency, or is Julian just tired of babysitting all these idiots?"

Gladius smirked as he glanced at Leon. "The latter. He has some business to attend to and we need to watch the prisoners."

Leon nodded as he glanced over, and let out a small chuckle. "It looks like you already more than just watched the prisoners." His chuckling was cut short when Gladius turned and gave him a glare that could have probably terrified Lucifer himself. "Okay, sorry, sorry."

"It's not funny," Gladius growled as he looked away. "I liked this shirt. Now I have to spend another three hundred dollars to get another."

"Whoa, wait just a fucking minute," Leon said as he stopped in his tracks, Gladius stopping as well. "THAT cost three hundred dollars?" When Gladius nodded Leon shook his head in amazement. "Either that belonged to a guy who boinked Nicole Kidman, or you got ripped off BIG TIME."

Gladius chuckled as he and Leon continued walking down the hall. That was one of the benefits with Leon. Besides being an expert in torture, he had a rather interesting sense of humor. "I always thought it belonged to someone who got a little frisky with, umm, what's her name, that Italian actress from Matrix Reloaded?

"Monica Bellucci?"

Gladius nodded. "That's the one."

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"Are we there yet?"

Bond glanced back at Caine briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "You know Caine, it'd be nice if you had the decency to show some patience. That's the third time you've asked in the past ten minutes."

Caine huffed and leaned back. "Well sorry if I'm getting cramped back here with these two," he said, gesturing to Rachel and Burt. "And how come he gets to sit in the front anyway? Just because he's a werewolf that can rip our throats out means he gets better privileges than the rest of us?"

"Exactly," was Bond's answer. Lucian smirked from the front seat.

Rachel glanced over at Caine. "So…you're invisible," she said, the first sentence since they left her home. Caine looked over at her with a "not shit, Sherlock" look. "What's that like?"

Caine shrugged. "Fine. It was pretty cool when I first became invisible, until, you know, I went somewhat psychotic and killed half of my friends, including my ex and her new boy toy. That and nearly getting burned to death kind of took the fun out of it all."

Rachel nodded. "I know how that is. I got almost crushed to death by a giant slab of concrete saving my fiancée after using my powers to pretty much disembowel half the people at this party."

"So basically, this M guy just decided to pick the people with the most issues to save the world," Lucian said, more of a statement than a question as he glanced over at Bond, who smirked.

"You haven't even met him and you already know how he thinks. You should feel proud," Bond congratulated him.

Lucian snorted. "Oh, yes, I fell so incredibly special," he said with sarcasm dripping from his voice before glancing out the window. "Is that the place?" he asked, pointing with one hand to the large building off in the distance. The fact that it seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere was what caught his eye.

"Yes, it is," Bond answered with a nod. He glanced at Caine. "Are you happy now?"

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"Could you repeat that?"

Julian rolled his eyes and starred at Leon with an expression that clearly said he thought Leon was an idiot. "I don't see how I can make it any more obvious to you, you idiotic sack of-"

Leon held up a hand. "I know what you meant. I mean, how the hell did the Brits figure this out just by the ransom?"

Julian shook his head. "I have no idea, but I intend to make sure that this idea of theirs doesn't work."

"How so?" Gladius asked.

Julian looked at him before removing a piece of paper from his coat and handing it to him. "I listened to a phone conversation between two people from that government. This group of people they're bringing together will be headed to South Africa shortly to get the last member. Gladius, you and a small team will intercept them when they reach the location of this last member, and make sure that none of them walk away from this alive."

Gladius nodded, a predatory grin spreading across his features. "Finally, a challenge…I just hope they don't mess with my shirt again."

Both Leon and Julian simultaneously rolled their eyes.

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"Ah, Bond, glad to see that-" M didn't get to finish as Bond suddenly lashed out with a punch, knocking him to the ground with a yell. The others in the room, with the exception of the League members, gasped, as one guard reached for his weapon. M held out his hand signaling the guard to back off as he rose to his feet. "Are you insane?!" He yelled to Bond.

The 007 agent shrugged innocently. "No, just a little pissed off that you gave men information that you damn well knew would piss him off," he paused as he pointed to Lucian, who blinked. "And the fact that you failed to mention that he was a bloody WEREWOLF!"

M smirked slightly. "Alright, fair enough." He glanced at Lucian. "And I apologize about that. I know what the sentimental value of that pendant is to you."

Lucian just nodded before he and the rest of the group took seats at the table that was in the room. M walked over to the head of the table, where a projection booth was set up. "Now, as you all know, you have been gathered here because of an emergency that we have become aware of recently, but were not told of what it was. Now…" He trailed off. "How stupid of me." He glanced over at the guard. "Tell Mr. Bannister he can come in now."

The others looked at each other. "Bannister?" Caine asked.

The doors opened and a man in his late thirties entered. He looked, well, normal, to say the least, with dark colored clothing. He sat down at one of the chairs and waved slightly to the others, who waved back. Well, Rachel waved back, and Burt leaned over and shook his hand; the others just starred at him curiously, even Bond, who was most filled in on the situation.

"Everyone, meet Frank Bannister," M said, gesturing to Frank. "Mr. Bannister here has a rather unique power-"

"I can see ghosts," Frank said, before stopping and looking at M. "Sorry if you were about to say-"

M shook his head. "No, it's alright. You are after all, the one who can talk to the ghosts, so it'd be better if you explained it."

Frank nodded with a small smile before looking at the group. "Well, my story's rather simple. I used to be an architect until my wife and I got into a car accident and I saw my wife get killed by a ghost. Somehow, that allowed me to see and talk to ghosts…hell, I even opened up my own ghostbusters business with these three ghosts I made friends with." He trailed off. "Anyway, I eventually met up with the ghost that killed my wife, and I sent the s.o.b. to hell along with his girl." He shrugged. "And that's all."

M nodded as he looked at the group. "We figured that someone like Mr. Bannister here would be useful if you happened upon any people who were killed by our enemy at the moment."

"Yes, and speaking of which, I'd like to know what we're exactly up against," Lucian suddenly stated.

"Alright." M faced the table. Six days ago two planes, each with dozens of passengers, were hijacked. We've discovered that the man behind this is this man." He pressed a button and a picture of a man in his fifties appeared on the screen. "Julian Pierce. He used to be a federal agent for the United States until it was discovered that he had dealings with terrorists, one of which resulted in the death of several citizens and two FBI agents. Pierce was placed in jail for fifteen years…apparently this is his idea of revenge."

"What do you mean?" Burt asked.

"A few days ago Julian released his ransom, in exchange he would release all the passengers and people onboard the planes unharmed. The ransom was for three hundred thousand dollars, and this." As he spoke, M pushed the button again, and the image of Julian Pierce vanished and was replaced by a wooden cup. "The government had been holding this as evidence for several decades. Why I'm not exactly sure, but they apparently have no idea what it is, as they are more than eager to give it to Julian."

"What is it?" Frank asked.

"It's a mystical relic," M started to explain. "You see, anyone who drinks water that is placed into this cup, shall become, how do we say, immortal." The eyes of all the other League members widened in surprise. Even Lucian looked rather interested. "Yes, and so if Julian gets his hands on that, it could quite possibly be only a matter of time before the earth is ruled by him, once he's invincible."

The group nodded. "So, what now?" Rachel asked.

M pushed the button again, and the image of the cup was replaced by the image of a man who appeared to be 17, with short black hair and dark eyes. "You will be traveling to South Africa, where the last member, Jesse Tuck," he paused, pointing to the picture. "is residing. Now go, time is of the essence."