Vancouver, Canada
0200 Hours
In there solitude, on top of a building, there they were, two men, looked in a battle of Survival.
They were both equally build, one of them however had long hair as the other was bald, the bald one also seemed Younger than the other. Now about their method of fighting, they both had Big swords, they both were very skilled with it, and between every cross of the blades and another, there would be an occasional punch or kick.
Bald: Give up Duncan.
Duncan: No.
As they went on with there dual, there were two men standing a distance away, a distance long enough for them to be Unspotted, but short enough for them observe, one of the men asked the other, "Shouldn't we interfere?", "No." said the other, to have the first reply saying "But what if he doesn't make it, we cant bring in a decapitated corpse!".
The Second, a wiser, older man replied "If he doesn't make it on his own, then he isn't our man."
The First seamed to accept his point of view, and staied silent as as the two men continued to fight.
Bald: You can't beat me.
Duncan: Well see.
They continued to cross blades, until the bald one was Abel to knock away Duncans blade into the darkness of the night, and followed it with a stiff kick to the face that knocked him away, the two men observing held there breath, as the bald man approached the fallen Duncan, ready to make the kill, but out of the blue, Duncan ran to his opponent, colliding his shoulder with his gut, and speared him off the top of the building.
That desperation move made them both fall of the roof, on to the roof of another building next to it, this one was three stories lower, and with such Impact and Velocity, the outcome was predictable, they both died.
And then they were resurrected, they both woke up feeling the Effects of Duncan's stunt, but they both were alive nonetheless.
The bald ones swords lay a few feet away, at that point, it was the determining factor to who would win, they both ran towards it and collided in the process, they stood right up and took there battle into a different field, Martial Arts, and began trading Kicks and Punches.
Bald: Are you feeling tired? Highlander.
Duncan: Me? I'm just getting started!
He then took out the bald with a kick to the side of the head, and rushed to the sword, and as he was reaching for it, he felt a Numbing pain ripping threw his thigh, he looked back to see his opponent holding a revolver, with smoke pouring out of the barrel.
Bald: Saw that one coming?
Duncan: Actually..... Yes.
Duncan took out a pistol of his own and shot the thigh of the bald in the same spot.
Duncan: Now were even.
Bald: *Howls In Pain* I respect that!
Both men dropped there pistols, they knew there wounds would heal fast, but a separated neck and head would never, so they resumed going after the sword, this time the bald one was the one who reached it, and he raised it above his head in preparation for the kill, as Duncan was on his back watching the blade coming down, he felt a thick metal object under his hand, without hesitation, he picked it and used it to intercept the path of the blade, it was his pistol, and as the bald cursed his luck, Duncan seized the opportunity and kicked him in the.......Netherlands.
As the bald groaned with pain, Duncan saw his own sword 10 feet away, it must have fell there, he thought to himself.
He rolled to it, grabd hold and rose, as the bald one came to him, now he had a chance.
With some strong, steady swings of his sword, he was Abel to phase his opponent, he aimed a punch that loosen his grip, and knocked away his sword, then came with a kick to the chin that leveled him with the ground.
The bald one rose to his Knees, "Ill be Damned!" were his last words of suprise, before Duncan made his final swing, and the head went flying, Duncan stepped away from the body, and moments later, Bolts of Lightning came down from the sky and into him.
"OH MY GOD!", said one of the men watching, the other shook his head in Disbelief.
Duncan fell to his knees as the final bolt came down, recuperating for a few minutes, then stood up, went to the first building to collect his scabbard and leaft.
Older Wiser Observer: That's our man.
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Only an hour had passed when he heard the firm knocks on his door, He wondered who could it be as he walled to the door, hiding his sword on his way. Upon opening it, he saw two men in Suits; they had an official appearance.
Duncan: It's three a.m.
Young Observer: We are aware of that, and we apologize for the inconvenience.
Duncan: Who are you?
Older Observer: That is a matter that shouldn't be discussed with us standing in the bloody cold street, we wish to enter, Mr. McLeod.
Duncan: Fine.
Duncan stepped aside to make way for them to enter, after they entered, he shut the door behind them, "Have a seat." he told them, the two men sat on a couch across from the armchair Duncan sat on.
Duncan: How do you know my name?
Old Observer: We know a good deal about you.
Duncan (Careful): Like what?
Young Observer: You're the Highlander for instance.
Duncan: Huh, Many Scotsmen are Highlanders.
Young Observer: Not a Highlander, THE Highlander.
Duncan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Old Observer: We know of your age.
Duncan froze for a second but then went on.
Duncan: What about it?
Old Observer: We know, that your Precisely 412 Years Old, we know your the Immortal Duncan McLeod, of the Clan McLeod.
Duncan: Congratulations, you know my secret, what do you want?
Old Observer: Your Help.
Duncan: In what?
Young Observer: We feel it would be better for you to hear from our superior?
The Men stood up, and the Young Observer gave him a business card, they then headed to the door.
Old Observer: On that Card sir, you'll find an Address, go to it at the time it says, you met her then.
With The Men at the door, Duncan asked a final Question.
Duncan: Books?
Old Observer: Excuse me?
Duncan: Books is your line of business?
Old Observer: World Peace, Actually.
The Men then steped out and close the door behind them, leaving the Highlander to ponder the situation and the Last twisted Answer.
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The Following day.
At 1400 Hundered Hours
With Doubt and skeptism in mind, Duncan headed to the Adress on the card, It read "Books of Evens", and its adress was written below.
As He walked in, he saw that it was a Regular Bookshop, with sections of Fiction, Biographys,....etc, Just another book shop, there was a small number of customers browsing around. Duncan headed to the casher.
Duncan: I have a appointment, My name is Du....
Casher: Over there. *points to someone behind him*
Duncan looked to where she pointed to see a woman looking at a Magazine Rack, he headed over to her and asked.
Duncan: Mind telling me what is all this about?
Archer: Mr. McLeod! How grate of you to come.
Duncan: I almost didnt, And I want an answer to my question.
Archer took a copy of TIMES Magazine, and walked to the casher as he followed.
Archer: To Begin with a Itroduction is more Proper, I'm Dame Kate Archer, *pays* and as for your question, I shall answer it in a Minute.
Archer(To the Casher): Do you have Alan Moores New Book?
Casher: We do but its still in stock, if you step into the Customers Service office, someone will help you.
Archer: Thank you.
Archer(To Duncan): Follow me.
Even though Duncans Skeptism grew, he just Obliged, they stepped into the Office, where a shop assistant was there reading a newspaper with his feet on a stool, they simply exchaged a nod.
She then walked to a door at the other end, it had an Electronic Board next to it, she pressed a sequence of numbers, and the door opened, to reveal the Interior of an Elevator, they walked in, Dorian was now Confussion in a form, but he was determin to go all the way.
He Felt the Elevator Descend, and it was Faster than Normal Elevators, durig the short duration of the Descension, Duncans head was storming with thoughts, Who are these People? How is it that they know of his Nature and still manage to stay Calm About it, as if its something theyr used to. And Most Importantly, What do they want?, the Elevator came to a stop, and the Door Opened to Reveal what Duncan Hadent Expected.
In Front of him was a Hall filed with Men and Women of all apperances on desks with computers in front of them, it was a Human Hive, everyone was busy, there were doors scaterd here and there, Duncan spoted the Young Observer, who gave him a Welcoming wave.
Archer: Shall we?
Duncan: *as he walks out with archer* What is this Place?
Archer: The North American Branch of Boe.
Duncan: Boe? Short for "Books of Evens"?
Archer: Actually the Bookshop is a coverup for this place, Boe is short for Bureau Of Extraordinarys.
At this point Archer opens a door and they Enter, what they enterd is a Office, It was Oval, But its not the Oval Office if thats what your thinking, There were at one side several computers, and all over the room were many book shelves stuffed with books, in the center was a Large Mahogany Desk, and behind the desk was a massive Leather Chair, and in front of it was a similar smaller one, there were several Paintings, Portraits and and Photographs of Many Individuals and Groups, the floor was coverd with a thick persian rug, naturally ther were no windows and a massive shandelear dropping from above was the only source of light.
Archer: Have a seat. *they both sit* Now I know your in a world of confusion right now, so ill spare you the trouble of asking. The Bureau of Extraordinarys is a small yet difference making Agency, it was originally a society that worked under the British Special Branch, that worked to preserve her Majestys Intrests, but since 1945 it became a organization that works under the UN, our job description is to prevent global peril, Wars, Epedemics, Terrorism, those sort of things. Getting Skeptic?
Ducan: Wee bit, and I would like to know who is it that you know Im an Immortal?
Archer: Did you happen to catch a glimpse of those men and women outside? those make it there bussiness to find men and women who are.....Gifted and slightly bizzare, They do that for the purpose of keeping track of Indeviduals who might someday be not only Usefull, but necesary to Maintain the relative world peace we live in today.
Duncan: I see, and Let me guess, you want me to join?
Archer: Not Exactly, our last Team was trying to find out if Iraq truley had Weapons of Mass Distruction, they killed by Partys with Intrests in the waging of that war, what we want from you is to Lead a new team, of Members we selected...
Duncan: No.
Archer: Mr. McLeod....
Duncan: Miss Archer, Im sorry, but my Life is complecated as it is, I dont need to complecate it even more by mixing with Other Freaks, Why should I do it anyway?
Archer: I was hoping youd do it out of the Goodness of your Heart.
Duncan: Realy?
Archer: Realy, Ive read Quite a deal about you, about how you once fought to be free, at a time you didnt know that a Stab to the Heeart wouldnt Kill you, I read you were diffrent from Most Immortals, you didnt take mortals lifes lightly, you helped them. And we are Relying on your Help to stop a World Wide Epidemic, Unless you have better ways to spend your time as the world comes to a End.
After Mentioning the Epidemic, Duncan seemed to be drifting away in his own thoughts, and seemed distant.
Archer: Mr. McLeod? are you alright?
Duncan took Notice of her, at the mention of Epedemic he made a descision.
Duncan: When do I start?
0200 Hours
In there solitude, on top of a building, there they were, two men, looked in a battle of Survival.
They were both equally build, one of them however had long hair as the other was bald, the bald one also seemed Younger than the other. Now about their method of fighting, they both had Big swords, they both were very skilled with it, and between every cross of the blades and another, there would be an occasional punch or kick.
Bald: Give up Duncan.
Duncan: No.
As they went on with there dual, there were two men standing a distance away, a distance long enough for them to be Unspotted, but short enough for them observe, one of the men asked the other, "Shouldn't we interfere?", "No." said the other, to have the first reply saying "But what if he doesn't make it, we cant bring in a decapitated corpse!".
The Second, a wiser, older man replied "If he doesn't make it on his own, then he isn't our man."
The First seamed to accept his point of view, and staied silent as as the two men continued to fight.
Bald: You can't beat me.
Duncan: Well see.
They continued to cross blades, until the bald one was Abel to knock away Duncans blade into the darkness of the night, and followed it with a stiff kick to the face that knocked him away, the two men observing held there breath, as the bald man approached the fallen Duncan, ready to make the kill, but out of the blue, Duncan ran to his opponent, colliding his shoulder with his gut, and speared him off the top of the building.
That desperation move made them both fall of the roof, on to the roof of another building next to it, this one was three stories lower, and with such Impact and Velocity, the outcome was predictable, they both died.
And then they were resurrected, they both woke up feeling the Effects of Duncan's stunt, but they both were alive nonetheless.
The bald ones swords lay a few feet away, at that point, it was the determining factor to who would win, they both ran towards it and collided in the process, they stood right up and took there battle into a different field, Martial Arts, and began trading Kicks and Punches.
Bald: Are you feeling tired? Highlander.
Duncan: Me? I'm just getting started!
He then took out the bald with a kick to the side of the head, and rushed to the sword, and as he was reaching for it, he felt a Numbing pain ripping threw his thigh, he looked back to see his opponent holding a revolver, with smoke pouring out of the barrel.
Bald: Saw that one coming?
Duncan: Actually..... Yes.
Duncan took out a pistol of his own and shot the thigh of the bald in the same spot.
Duncan: Now were even.
Bald: *Howls In Pain* I respect that!
Both men dropped there pistols, they knew there wounds would heal fast, but a separated neck and head would never, so they resumed going after the sword, this time the bald one was the one who reached it, and he raised it above his head in preparation for the kill, as Duncan was on his back watching the blade coming down, he felt a thick metal object under his hand, without hesitation, he picked it and used it to intercept the path of the blade, it was his pistol, and as the bald cursed his luck, Duncan seized the opportunity and kicked him in the.......Netherlands.
As the bald groaned with pain, Duncan saw his own sword 10 feet away, it must have fell there, he thought to himself.
He rolled to it, grabd hold and rose, as the bald one came to him, now he had a chance.
With some strong, steady swings of his sword, he was Abel to phase his opponent, he aimed a punch that loosen his grip, and knocked away his sword, then came with a kick to the chin that leveled him with the ground.
The bald one rose to his Knees, "Ill be Damned!" were his last words of suprise, before Duncan made his final swing, and the head went flying, Duncan stepped away from the body, and moments later, Bolts of Lightning came down from the sky and into him.
"OH MY GOD!", said one of the men watching, the other shook his head in Disbelief.
Duncan fell to his knees as the final bolt came down, recuperating for a few minutes, then stood up, went to the first building to collect his scabbard and leaft.
Older Wiser Observer: That's our man.
**************************************************************************************************************
Only an hour had passed when he heard the firm knocks on his door, He wondered who could it be as he walled to the door, hiding his sword on his way. Upon opening it, he saw two men in Suits; they had an official appearance.
Duncan: It's three a.m.
Young Observer: We are aware of that, and we apologize for the inconvenience.
Duncan: Who are you?
Older Observer: That is a matter that shouldn't be discussed with us standing in the bloody cold street, we wish to enter, Mr. McLeod.
Duncan: Fine.
Duncan stepped aside to make way for them to enter, after they entered, he shut the door behind them, "Have a seat." he told them, the two men sat on a couch across from the armchair Duncan sat on.
Duncan: How do you know my name?
Old Observer: We know a good deal about you.
Duncan (Careful): Like what?
Young Observer: You're the Highlander for instance.
Duncan: Huh, Many Scotsmen are Highlanders.
Young Observer: Not a Highlander, THE Highlander.
Duncan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Old Observer: We know of your age.
Duncan froze for a second but then went on.
Duncan: What about it?
Old Observer: We know, that your Precisely 412 Years Old, we know your the Immortal Duncan McLeod, of the Clan McLeod.
Duncan: Congratulations, you know my secret, what do you want?
Old Observer: Your Help.
Duncan: In what?
Young Observer: We feel it would be better for you to hear from our superior?
The Men stood up, and the Young Observer gave him a business card, they then headed to the door.
Old Observer: On that Card sir, you'll find an Address, go to it at the time it says, you met her then.
With The Men at the door, Duncan asked a final Question.
Duncan: Books?
Old Observer: Excuse me?
Duncan: Books is your line of business?
Old Observer: World Peace, Actually.
The Men then steped out and close the door behind them, leaving the Highlander to ponder the situation and the Last twisted Answer.
**************************************************************************************************************
The Following day.
At 1400 Hundered Hours
With Doubt and skeptism in mind, Duncan headed to the Adress on the card, It read "Books of Evens", and its adress was written below.
As He walked in, he saw that it was a Regular Bookshop, with sections of Fiction, Biographys,....etc, Just another book shop, there was a small number of customers browsing around. Duncan headed to the casher.
Duncan: I have a appointment, My name is Du....
Casher: Over there. *points to someone behind him*
Duncan looked to where she pointed to see a woman looking at a Magazine Rack, he headed over to her and asked.
Duncan: Mind telling me what is all this about?
Archer: Mr. McLeod! How grate of you to come.
Duncan: I almost didnt, And I want an answer to my question.
Archer took a copy of TIMES Magazine, and walked to the casher as he followed.
Archer: To Begin with a Itroduction is more Proper, I'm Dame Kate Archer, *pays* and as for your question, I shall answer it in a Minute.
Archer(To the Casher): Do you have Alan Moores New Book?
Casher: We do but its still in stock, if you step into the Customers Service office, someone will help you.
Archer: Thank you.
Archer(To Duncan): Follow me.
Even though Duncans Skeptism grew, he just Obliged, they stepped into the Office, where a shop assistant was there reading a newspaper with his feet on a stool, they simply exchaged a nod.
She then walked to a door at the other end, it had an Electronic Board next to it, she pressed a sequence of numbers, and the door opened, to reveal the Interior of an Elevator, they walked in, Dorian was now Confussion in a form, but he was determin to go all the way.
He Felt the Elevator Descend, and it was Faster than Normal Elevators, durig the short duration of the Descension, Duncans head was storming with thoughts, Who are these People? How is it that they know of his Nature and still manage to stay Calm About it, as if its something theyr used to. And Most Importantly, What do they want?, the Elevator came to a stop, and the Door Opened to Reveal what Duncan Hadent Expected.
In Front of him was a Hall filed with Men and Women of all apperances on desks with computers in front of them, it was a Human Hive, everyone was busy, there were doors scaterd here and there, Duncan spoted the Young Observer, who gave him a Welcoming wave.
Archer: Shall we?
Duncan: *as he walks out with archer* What is this Place?
Archer: The North American Branch of Boe.
Duncan: Boe? Short for "Books of Evens"?
Archer: Actually the Bookshop is a coverup for this place, Boe is short for Bureau Of Extraordinarys.
At this point Archer opens a door and they Enter, what they enterd is a Office, It was Oval, But its not the Oval Office if thats what your thinking, There were at one side several computers, and all over the room were many book shelves stuffed with books, in the center was a Large Mahogany Desk, and behind the desk was a massive Leather Chair, and in front of it was a similar smaller one, there were several Paintings, Portraits and and Photographs of Many Individuals and Groups, the floor was coverd with a thick persian rug, naturally ther were no windows and a massive shandelear dropping from above was the only source of light.
Archer: Have a seat. *they both sit* Now I know your in a world of confusion right now, so ill spare you the trouble of asking. The Bureau of Extraordinarys is a small yet difference making Agency, it was originally a society that worked under the British Special Branch, that worked to preserve her Majestys Intrests, but since 1945 it became a organization that works under the UN, our job description is to prevent global peril, Wars, Epedemics, Terrorism, those sort of things. Getting Skeptic?
Ducan: Wee bit, and I would like to know who is it that you know Im an Immortal?
Archer: Did you happen to catch a glimpse of those men and women outside? those make it there bussiness to find men and women who are.....Gifted and slightly bizzare, They do that for the purpose of keeping track of Indeviduals who might someday be not only Usefull, but necesary to Maintain the relative world peace we live in today.
Duncan: I see, and Let me guess, you want me to join?
Archer: Not Exactly, our last Team was trying to find out if Iraq truley had Weapons of Mass Distruction, they killed by Partys with Intrests in the waging of that war, what we want from you is to Lead a new team, of Members we selected...
Duncan: No.
Archer: Mr. McLeod....
Duncan: Miss Archer, Im sorry, but my Life is complecated as it is, I dont need to complecate it even more by mixing with Other Freaks, Why should I do it anyway?
Archer: I was hoping youd do it out of the Goodness of your Heart.
Duncan: Realy?
Archer: Realy, Ive read Quite a deal about you, about how you once fought to be free, at a time you didnt know that a Stab to the Heeart wouldnt Kill you, I read you were diffrent from Most Immortals, you didnt take mortals lifes lightly, you helped them. And we are Relying on your Help to stop a World Wide Epidemic, Unless you have better ways to spend your time as the world comes to a End.
After Mentioning the Epidemic, Duncan seemed to be drifting away in his own thoughts, and seemed distant.
Archer: Mr. McLeod? are you alright?
Duncan took Notice of her, at the mention of Epedemic he made a descision.
Duncan: When do I start?