Disclaimer:
I own nothing (except for any original characters you may find), am making no money off this (kind of like my real life career), and am doing this purely for my personal pleasure (which is the only reason I attempt to write).
Chapter Three
Three days on surveillance duty, resulting in nothing. Only thing of note were the occasional truck coming in or out. They had caught a glimpse of people walking around the grounds, but so far, no illicit activity could be determined to be taking place on the property.
Finally, on the fourth day, Jim had had enough. Between the outright monotony of the task and Sandberg's constant prattle about some pre- Columbian tribe of some God-forsaken jungle, he was ready to go mad. Stretching, he turned towards his usually more hyper partner and observed him closely. Listening carefully, he could hear Blair's rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing. He could tell that his muscles were tense and tight; by the way he was holding himself, despite his attempt to make everything appear as if they were normal. He had never seen Blair this worked up before now. Earlier, Jim had asked him what was bothering him; Blair replied that nothing was wrong. Respecting his partner's, and friend's, privacy, he left it alone.
"Alright, enough of this crap!" Jim declared. "I'm going to take a look around the property. It backs up into some trees, so there should be plenty of cover. You up for it Chief?"
Quickly, Blair debated the wisdom of this. If Gerhardt were around, then his presence would give them away. However, he did not Jim to face the old Nazi alone. Despite all of his sensory gifts, Blair did not believe for a second that Jim would survive an encounter with the Immortal. He had heard, through his searches over the years, that Gerhardt was an excellent swordsman and was into torturing those he considered to be his inferiors.
"Sure, why not," was all he said and slipped out of the car.
They slipped in and out of the shadows along the fence line, concealing themselves in the tall grasses and weeds. Jim, being the Sentinel, kept his senses on hyper-alert, ready for anything.
Blair, while not a Sentinel, also was painfully aware of his surroundings, honed by centuries of experience. He amazed Jim with such skill that he had never shown before. Blair kept expecting to feel the familiar buzz any second, giving his presence away.
They had almost reached the tree line, when Blair felt his early warning system go off, announcing that another Immortal was near-by.
Jim hissed at his partner to freeze, having heard the approach of another person. He looked back at Blair, expecting to see him crouched down, like he was, trying to conceal himself in the shadows.
Instead, Blair straightened up, with a deadly serious look on his face. His eyes were searching frantically for the unknown. Once he saw the approaching figure, his eyes went still, matching the rest of his body. His right hand automatically slipped underneath his thigh length black leather jacket, searching out his sword, as his other hand re-holstered his 9mm service weapon.
"Etienne, it's been a long time," Gerhardt growled, a smug look on his face.
Jim was about to say something from his position, but Blair stopped him with a hushing motion.
"Where is your friend?"
"He's gone. How'd you know I was here? I didn't see any cameras," Blair said, deadly serious.
"They're well-concealed. I almost could not believe it when I saw the monitors. Etienne, you really surprise me. After all these years, we finally meet again. I've heard that you've been looking for me – but always just a bit too late to catch up with me. Tell me, has it been worth it? What was her name? Marie-Francois? What would she think about this obsession? Would she even care?"
Blair ground his teeth. "Why don't you step off Holy Ground and we can find out. You can ask her after I take your head. Oh wait, I'll be sending you straight to hell instead."
"Do you really think you could take me? You're just a whelp of a boy. You should thank me for killing you all of those years ago, finally ending your pathetic mortal life," he said, taunting Blair.
Blair laughed. "I heard about how you lost your mortal life," he said, stepping closer to the high chain-link fence that separated them. "Killed by your own troops is what everyone has been saying. Even your own kind couldn't stand you. At least my demise meant something. Your end was so pathetic." He was not about to tell Gerhardt that he was nearly a thousand years old. He figured it was better to let the maggot feel over confident.
Gerhardt blanched. He was not aware that anyone knew how he had died. Quickly he recovered. "Holy Ground is Holy Ground. You know the rules the same as I do. I can't be harmed here and I can't be made to leave by you."
"Cowards hide behind the rules. You can't hide there forever and I'll be waiting," Blair taunted.
"Doubtful. Someone will take your head before long. Nature doesn't favor the weak, only the strong and powerful."
"If that's true, then why did you and your precious Fuehrer fail? You don't know what true power is," Blair responded in disgust.
"I'll see you around Etienne, or what ever you are calling yourself these days," Gerhardt said and turned to leave. Quickly he disappeared in to the dark recesses of the property.
I own nothing (except for any original characters you may find), am making no money off this (kind of like my real life career), and am doing this purely for my personal pleasure (which is the only reason I attempt to write).
Chapter Three
Three days on surveillance duty, resulting in nothing. Only thing of note were the occasional truck coming in or out. They had caught a glimpse of people walking around the grounds, but so far, no illicit activity could be determined to be taking place on the property.
Finally, on the fourth day, Jim had had enough. Between the outright monotony of the task and Sandberg's constant prattle about some pre- Columbian tribe of some God-forsaken jungle, he was ready to go mad. Stretching, he turned towards his usually more hyper partner and observed him closely. Listening carefully, he could hear Blair's rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing. He could tell that his muscles were tense and tight; by the way he was holding himself, despite his attempt to make everything appear as if they were normal. He had never seen Blair this worked up before now. Earlier, Jim had asked him what was bothering him; Blair replied that nothing was wrong. Respecting his partner's, and friend's, privacy, he left it alone.
"Alright, enough of this crap!" Jim declared. "I'm going to take a look around the property. It backs up into some trees, so there should be plenty of cover. You up for it Chief?"
Quickly, Blair debated the wisdom of this. If Gerhardt were around, then his presence would give them away. However, he did not Jim to face the old Nazi alone. Despite all of his sensory gifts, Blair did not believe for a second that Jim would survive an encounter with the Immortal. He had heard, through his searches over the years, that Gerhardt was an excellent swordsman and was into torturing those he considered to be his inferiors.
"Sure, why not," was all he said and slipped out of the car.
They slipped in and out of the shadows along the fence line, concealing themselves in the tall grasses and weeds. Jim, being the Sentinel, kept his senses on hyper-alert, ready for anything.
Blair, while not a Sentinel, also was painfully aware of his surroundings, honed by centuries of experience. He amazed Jim with such skill that he had never shown before. Blair kept expecting to feel the familiar buzz any second, giving his presence away.
They had almost reached the tree line, when Blair felt his early warning system go off, announcing that another Immortal was near-by.
Jim hissed at his partner to freeze, having heard the approach of another person. He looked back at Blair, expecting to see him crouched down, like he was, trying to conceal himself in the shadows.
Instead, Blair straightened up, with a deadly serious look on his face. His eyes were searching frantically for the unknown. Once he saw the approaching figure, his eyes went still, matching the rest of his body. His right hand automatically slipped underneath his thigh length black leather jacket, searching out his sword, as his other hand re-holstered his 9mm service weapon.
"Etienne, it's been a long time," Gerhardt growled, a smug look on his face.
Jim was about to say something from his position, but Blair stopped him with a hushing motion.
"Where is your friend?"
"He's gone. How'd you know I was here? I didn't see any cameras," Blair said, deadly serious.
"They're well-concealed. I almost could not believe it when I saw the monitors. Etienne, you really surprise me. After all these years, we finally meet again. I've heard that you've been looking for me – but always just a bit too late to catch up with me. Tell me, has it been worth it? What was her name? Marie-Francois? What would she think about this obsession? Would she even care?"
Blair ground his teeth. "Why don't you step off Holy Ground and we can find out. You can ask her after I take your head. Oh wait, I'll be sending you straight to hell instead."
"Do you really think you could take me? You're just a whelp of a boy. You should thank me for killing you all of those years ago, finally ending your pathetic mortal life," he said, taunting Blair.
Blair laughed. "I heard about how you lost your mortal life," he said, stepping closer to the high chain-link fence that separated them. "Killed by your own troops is what everyone has been saying. Even your own kind couldn't stand you. At least my demise meant something. Your end was so pathetic." He was not about to tell Gerhardt that he was nearly a thousand years old. He figured it was better to let the maggot feel over confident.
Gerhardt blanched. He was not aware that anyone knew how he had died. Quickly he recovered. "Holy Ground is Holy Ground. You know the rules the same as I do. I can't be harmed here and I can't be made to leave by you."
"Cowards hide behind the rules. You can't hide there forever and I'll be waiting," Blair taunted.
"Doubtful. Someone will take your head before long. Nature doesn't favor the weak, only the strong and powerful."
"If that's true, then why did you and your precious Fuehrer fail? You don't know what true power is," Blair responded in disgust.
"I'll see you around Etienne, or what ever you are calling yourself these days," Gerhardt said and turned to leave. Quickly he disappeared in to the dark recesses of the property.
