1030 Hours
Above Newyork
Duncan was on an Airplane heading to Newyork, it was the following day to his meeting with Archer, he was orderd to head to Newyork where he was supposed to randevou with a Member of the Group, he will then have Twelve Hours to come in contact with a second and recruit him, but first things were first, He had to meet the first member who wouldbe waiting at Laguardia Airport, and as the Plain Taxied down the runway, he took a glance at the picture of the Man he would meet, so that he will be easily recognizabel.
After geting over with customs and collecting the only item he carried with him, his sword which was slipped threw customs thanks to the arrangements made by the Bureau, he started looking around for his Colleague, and as he did that, he felt a massive form of man behing him, "Read any good books lately?" said the man with a unusually raucous voice, "Some of Peril, Agony and Suffering." replied duncan, he then turned to face that man, he was a big strapping man, bald headed and black, he was dressed in black clothes and sported a knee length Leather Coat, "Duncan McLeod." he asked, Duncan replied with "Yes, you must Be Raze(2)."
"I am." he said.
They wet to exit the Airport, as they continued there conversation.
"Have you heard from Agent Ross?" said Duncan.
"Who?" asked Raze.
"Never Mind, We have twelve hours to get the third of us five."
"Who, or What is he?"
"A Criminal."
"A Crimial?"
"And of the rare kind, which is why we're going to find our work to be cut out for us, By the way, you should know something about, I am an Immortal."
"So am I."
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Same Day, 1937 Hours
Brooklyn
Less than 20 feet apart were the two men running on top of building rooftops, jumping from one to another, the one Chasing is McLeod, the other is the third Reluctant member of the group, "YOU WONT GET ME, GUENI PIG!" he yelld at Duncan with an accent, who for a second wonderd what the hell did he mean by that, before deciding to pick up speed. Duncan relized that he was goig to eventually catch him, the other man was wearing a pair of baggy trousers with to shoes or shirt, the weather was cold, Duncan would definitly eventually have the upper hand, the 20 feet were starting to shrink.
The other man jumped from the buildig he was on to another that was four feet away from its edge, Duncan followed, as he hit the groud he relized that the building they were on had no other next to it cept the one they were just on, his unwilling recruit reached a dead end, the thought made him smile as he was getting tired of running, but the smile faded away for seeing the recruit speeding up, "Your goig to kill yourself!" screamed ducan, the other man was now near a 8 feet high satellite dish that was next to a pile of crates, all of a sudden he grabed the pole sopporting the dish to sling himself behing the crates.
Ducan was confused but ran to where he dissapeared, to find a door closing, the sound of it being locked from the inside made the Immortal realised that the rogue pulled one over him.
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He had a pretty good Idea who was chasing him, he knew there would be someoe else waiting downstairs, so he had to collect what he wanted and then leave, he opened the door leading from the staircase to the seventrh floor, and hit on the first door to the right to find no response he banged harder and heared some one saying "Go Away!", "Its me, Damian!" replied the Rogue, "I have company, come some other time."
Damian had no time to be suttel, he grabbed a fire extinguisher that was on the wall and came down with it on the door knob, the door swong open, and Damian enterd hearing the sharp screm of a woman, who he saw button her blouse as she rushed out, The other man inside seamed angry, and hollard "What the hell are you thinking?"
"They're here steve." answerd Abe.
" Who?"
" The Mob."
" S*, what do they want with me?"
" What could they? they're after me."
" S*! S*!"
" Well said, I need my case."
"Your what?"
Damian grabbed him from the neck and screamed at him "Six monts ago I gave you a Hundred dollars in exchage of that you hold a guitarcase in here, and I told you I'll come at any given time to collect it, where is it?"
Steve jestured at the closet next to the broken door, Damian opened it and saw the guitar case laying on its floor, he kneeled on his knees and opened it.
"Steve?" said Damian.
"What" Replied Steve.
"Where is the rest? When I gave this to you, there was a Gun, Lock picks, some clothes, and Ten-thousand dollars in cash, now I see is the clothes, WHERE THE F* DID EVERY THING ELSE GO?"
"Well, You're pissed, so relax and I'll tell you, I threw out the gun and the Kit for your our protection, Whoever you killed, the Murder weapon is gone."
"I see, and the money?"
"Well here is the thing, I got this tip on a stock....."
"Thats enough."
"I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
"Really?"
"No."
Damian raised the Extinguisher and hit steve over the head with it, "Bastard" he said before starting to put othe clothes and shoes and exeted the apartment.
He took a left towards the elevator, but spotted it comming up so he made a descision and jumped into the trash shoot in the wall.
He came crashig down onto a pile of black wastebags, ripping some open in the process, not wanting to get caught by the 'Mobster' he hurried out of the dumpster and started runing away, when all of a sudden he felt a massive hand grab him from behind.
"Flemyng." said Raze, but Damian Flemyng wasn't Interested in interviewing whom he thought was sent to kill him, so he put his fist togeather, pressig his thumb against the inside of his index finger and threw it into Raze throat before kickig him in the crotch, Damian wasn't one to fight fear, but even with the shameless manuver, Raze felt nothing but anoyed, "Fine, Lets do itthe hard way." he said before punchig Damian in the Jaw and knocking him dowm, he picked him up and threw him face first him against the dumpster, Damian moaned with pain, but that didn't stop him from grabig hold of him and throwing him into the air so high that he colided with the sealing before falling down with his neck finding its way into Raze's grip, Raze suspeded him in the air as he began to squeze.
"Wh..at..ever they...are...payin...."
Damian had no more breath in him as he passed out before saying what he wanted to say.
"Thats enough." said Duncan Firmly as he came up on Raze, "Put him down." he followed with Rage in his voice, McLeod didn't like his Underlinks killing each other thats for sure, Raze however, had no problem with Choking his collegues who had no problem with fighting dirty, he shot Ducan a firy stare, and held Damian in that position for a few more seconds before putting him down.
"Next time you want to kill anyone from our side, run that by me first." said Duncan.
"He isn't on our side yet." replied Raze.
The Werwolf and the Immortal had a brief stare down before Duncan spoke "We're loosing time as we.....donn't speak, so lets pick up this little Chickens* and see if he still has some life in him, and then lets look uop the other two and get this whole thing over with."
"Fine." replied Raze after a pause, he then picked Damian and threw him over his shoulder, and then they all walked away.
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Still in Brooklyn
1950 Hours.
"He's starting to wake." said Duncan.
"Told you I didn't kill him." replied Raze.
Damian was layed on a couch in his own aprtmeent in Brooklyn while Duncan was siting on an arm chair and Raze leaned on a wall, he picked a Dart on the tabel next tohim and threw it at a Dartbord on the wall oposite him, or attepted to hit it anywayas he missed the whole thing, "Excellent Grooping." said Duncan sarcasticly, Raze chose to ignore that comment.
Damian was not a big man, he was 5'8" and of Medium build, his hair was being let to grow long, he had a mustache and a pach of hair on his Chin, a distinctive mark of his is an easely Visible Scar on his abdomen and a tatoe of a flame sorounding the symbol of Delta on his upper right chest area, He was waking up, "Painkiller." he said as he put a hand to his forehead, Duncan handed him a painkiller which Damian swollowed, a miute later he was fully awake, and as he glanced at the two strangers in his aprtment he said "Damn, Well...I was bound to be found some day.. So boys, whats the drill? kill me them mutelate me? I have a more fun Idea, we give the Mafia the finger, we fly to switserland and split my Bank acount three ways, your cuts being slightly chunkier, I don't care much about material stuff, but no more beating me up, Ok? and no cutting of my testicalls and putting them into a zip-lock bag, them taking them to Corleoni, alright?"
"We're not with the mob." said Duncan
"But that dosn't mean we wont cut off your balls." said Raze.
"Never mind him, I'm Ducan McLeod, he's Raze, we just want to have a word with you."
"Good, words are good, Pacifisim is goof as well, Mind if I freshin up while we share words?"
"Not at all."
Damian got up and headed to the Kitchin, which was a corner of the hall with a counter, a sink and a fridge, he let the water run and washed up his arms and face and brushed water into his hair while Duncan talked to him.
"There was a small outbrake of a deadly Virus in France a few weeks ago, luckily, the virus was containd and it didn't find its way into the public..."
"You guys want a bear?" asked Damian as he opened his fridge and got out a bear for himself, "No thanks, you probebly loaded a few bottles of bear with sleeping pills and then kept them in there for situations like this."
"You're right, I shouldn't use tricks that old." said Damian as he put down the beer and took of his shirt which was staind with drops of his blood thanks to Raze, he picked up a gray lenen shirt from a basket on the counter filled with clean laundry, "I'm a crook and a conman, what do I have to do with Viruses?"
"The Virus was developed by an organization that demands a randsom i exchange of keeping this Virus from Crawling threw the rest of the world, this is not a simpel cold, it weakens the courier and paralizes it within hours, after that It gets worse, we ar't sure what organization did it and how did they make i,but thats where we come in.t"
Damia put on a silver necklace with a cross as its pendant and then procided to button his shirt, he then slipped a pair of glasses on his nose, "Are you serious?"
"Very, now the hard to beleave part is that we both work for a secret Bureau called the 'Bureau of Extraordinarys', I don't think you've heard of it."
"Isn't that the one the goverment has and uses to study and House Mutants and Aliens and crap like that?"
"Thats the Bureau of Paraormal Research and Defence, which dosn't exist, the Bureau of Extraordinarys is a secret branch of the UN that Investegates and Prevents Global Unrests. We wish to recruit you."
"Me? I'm flaterd boys. But there is a little thing or two, I don't beleave you."
"Give me a day and I'll make a bealeaver out of you."
"Whats in it for me?"
"You've been trying to get out of the states since you conned the Corleoni Family, you want to go to switzerland and enjoy the fruits of your labor, right? Then We'll get you there, if you agree to work for us on this one assignment, which is to Investegate the whole matter of this virus."
"What if I say no?"
"Then he'll collect your Balls." said Ducan with all seriousness in his voice while indicatig Raze.
"So, Are you in or out?" followed Raze.
"I'm in." said Damian, he might not think much of either of them, but the thought of being abel to stop hidig and living like a low life -which he was- made him accept, that and a thrill of a new adventure and perhaps the chance of unmatched closure of his unbelevabel carear of Confidence trickery.
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There you go, two more Members and we're on our way, don't forget to review.
Above Newyork
Duncan was on an Airplane heading to Newyork, it was the following day to his meeting with Archer, he was orderd to head to Newyork where he was supposed to randevou with a Member of the Group, he will then have Twelve Hours to come in contact with a second and recruit him, but first things were first, He had to meet the first member who wouldbe waiting at Laguardia Airport, and as the Plain Taxied down the runway, he took a glance at the picture of the Man he would meet, so that he will be easily recognizabel.
After geting over with customs and collecting the only item he carried with him, his sword which was slipped threw customs thanks to the arrangements made by the Bureau, he started looking around for his Colleague, and as he did that, he felt a massive form of man behing him, "Read any good books lately?" said the man with a unusually raucous voice, "Some of Peril, Agony and Suffering." replied duncan, he then turned to face that man, he was a big strapping man, bald headed and black, he was dressed in black clothes and sported a knee length Leather Coat, "Duncan McLeod." he asked, Duncan replied with "Yes, you must Be Raze(2)."
"I am." he said.
They wet to exit the Airport, as they continued there conversation.
"Have you heard from Agent Ross?" said Duncan.
"Who?" asked Raze.
"Never Mind, We have twelve hours to get the third of us five."
"Who, or What is he?"
"A Criminal."
"A Crimial?"
"And of the rare kind, which is why we're going to find our work to be cut out for us, By the way, you should know something about, I am an Immortal."
"So am I."
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Same Day, 1937 Hours
Brooklyn
Less than 20 feet apart were the two men running on top of building rooftops, jumping from one to another, the one Chasing is McLeod, the other is the third Reluctant member of the group, "YOU WONT GET ME, GUENI PIG!" he yelld at Duncan with an accent, who for a second wonderd what the hell did he mean by that, before deciding to pick up speed. Duncan relized that he was goig to eventually catch him, the other man was wearing a pair of baggy trousers with to shoes or shirt, the weather was cold, Duncan would definitly eventually have the upper hand, the 20 feet were starting to shrink.
The other man jumped from the buildig he was on to another that was four feet away from its edge, Duncan followed, as he hit the groud he relized that the building they were on had no other next to it cept the one they were just on, his unwilling recruit reached a dead end, the thought made him smile as he was getting tired of running, but the smile faded away for seeing the recruit speeding up, "Your goig to kill yourself!" screamed ducan, the other man was now near a 8 feet high satellite dish that was next to a pile of crates, all of a sudden he grabed the pole sopporting the dish to sling himself behing the crates.
Ducan was confused but ran to where he dissapeared, to find a door closing, the sound of it being locked from the inside made the Immortal realised that the rogue pulled one over him.
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He had a pretty good Idea who was chasing him, he knew there would be someoe else waiting downstairs, so he had to collect what he wanted and then leave, he opened the door leading from the staircase to the seventrh floor, and hit on the first door to the right to find no response he banged harder and heared some one saying "Go Away!", "Its me, Damian!" replied the Rogue, "I have company, come some other time."
Damian had no time to be suttel, he grabbed a fire extinguisher that was on the wall and came down with it on the door knob, the door swong open, and Damian enterd hearing the sharp screm of a woman, who he saw button her blouse as she rushed out, The other man inside seamed angry, and hollard "What the hell are you thinking?"
"They're here steve." answerd Abe.
" Who?"
" The Mob."
" S*, what do they want with me?"
" What could they? they're after me."
" S*! S*!"
" Well said, I need my case."
"Your what?"
Damian grabbed him from the neck and screamed at him "Six monts ago I gave you a Hundred dollars in exchage of that you hold a guitarcase in here, and I told you I'll come at any given time to collect it, where is it?"
Steve jestured at the closet next to the broken door, Damian opened it and saw the guitar case laying on its floor, he kneeled on his knees and opened it.
"Steve?" said Damian.
"What" Replied Steve.
"Where is the rest? When I gave this to you, there was a Gun, Lock picks, some clothes, and Ten-thousand dollars in cash, now I see is the clothes, WHERE THE F* DID EVERY THING ELSE GO?"
"Well, You're pissed, so relax and I'll tell you, I threw out the gun and the Kit for your our protection, Whoever you killed, the Murder weapon is gone."
"I see, and the money?"
"Well here is the thing, I got this tip on a stock....."
"Thats enough."
"I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
"Really?"
"No."
Damian raised the Extinguisher and hit steve over the head with it, "Bastard" he said before starting to put othe clothes and shoes and exeted the apartment.
He took a left towards the elevator, but spotted it comming up so he made a descision and jumped into the trash shoot in the wall.
He came crashig down onto a pile of black wastebags, ripping some open in the process, not wanting to get caught by the 'Mobster' he hurried out of the dumpster and started runing away, when all of a sudden he felt a massive hand grab him from behind.
"Flemyng." said Raze, but Damian Flemyng wasn't Interested in interviewing whom he thought was sent to kill him, so he put his fist togeather, pressig his thumb against the inside of his index finger and threw it into Raze throat before kickig him in the crotch, Damian wasn't one to fight fear, but even with the shameless manuver, Raze felt nothing but anoyed, "Fine, Lets do itthe hard way." he said before punchig Damian in the Jaw and knocking him dowm, he picked him up and threw him face first him against the dumpster, Damian moaned with pain, but that didn't stop him from grabig hold of him and throwing him into the air so high that he colided with the sealing before falling down with his neck finding its way into Raze's grip, Raze suspeded him in the air as he began to squeze.
"Wh..at..ever they...are...payin...."
Damian had no more breath in him as he passed out before saying what he wanted to say.
"Thats enough." said Duncan Firmly as he came up on Raze, "Put him down." he followed with Rage in his voice, McLeod didn't like his Underlinks killing each other thats for sure, Raze however, had no problem with Choking his collegues who had no problem with fighting dirty, he shot Ducan a firy stare, and held Damian in that position for a few more seconds before putting him down.
"Next time you want to kill anyone from our side, run that by me first." said Duncan.
"He isn't on our side yet." replied Raze.
The Werwolf and the Immortal had a brief stare down before Duncan spoke "We're loosing time as we.....donn't speak, so lets pick up this little Chickens* and see if he still has some life in him, and then lets look uop the other two and get this whole thing over with."
"Fine." replied Raze after a pause, he then picked Damian and threw him over his shoulder, and then they all walked away.
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Still in Brooklyn
1950 Hours.
"He's starting to wake." said Duncan.
"Told you I didn't kill him." replied Raze.
Damian was layed on a couch in his own aprtmeent in Brooklyn while Duncan was siting on an arm chair and Raze leaned on a wall, he picked a Dart on the tabel next tohim and threw it at a Dartbord on the wall oposite him, or attepted to hit it anywayas he missed the whole thing, "Excellent Grooping." said Duncan sarcasticly, Raze chose to ignore that comment.
Damian was not a big man, he was 5'8" and of Medium build, his hair was being let to grow long, he had a mustache and a pach of hair on his Chin, a distinctive mark of his is an easely Visible Scar on his abdomen and a tatoe of a flame sorounding the symbol of Delta on his upper right chest area, He was waking up, "Painkiller." he said as he put a hand to his forehead, Duncan handed him a painkiller which Damian swollowed, a miute later he was fully awake, and as he glanced at the two strangers in his aprtment he said "Damn, Well...I was bound to be found some day.. So boys, whats the drill? kill me them mutelate me? I have a more fun Idea, we give the Mafia the finger, we fly to switserland and split my Bank acount three ways, your cuts being slightly chunkier, I don't care much about material stuff, but no more beating me up, Ok? and no cutting of my testicalls and putting them into a zip-lock bag, them taking them to Corleoni, alright?"
"We're not with the mob." said Duncan
"But that dosn't mean we wont cut off your balls." said Raze.
"Never mind him, I'm Ducan McLeod, he's Raze, we just want to have a word with you."
"Good, words are good, Pacifisim is goof as well, Mind if I freshin up while we share words?"
"Not at all."
Damian got up and headed to the Kitchin, which was a corner of the hall with a counter, a sink and a fridge, he let the water run and washed up his arms and face and brushed water into his hair while Duncan talked to him.
"There was a small outbrake of a deadly Virus in France a few weeks ago, luckily, the virus was containd and it didn't find its way into the public..."
"You guys want a bear?" asked Damian as he opened his fridge and got out a bear for himself, "No thanks, you probebly loaded a few bottles of bear with sleeping pills and then kept them in there for situations like this."
"You're right, I shouldn't use tricks that old." said Damian as he put down the beer and took of his shirt which was staind with drops of his blood thanks to Raze, he picked up a gray lenen shirt from a basket on the counter filled with clean laundry, "I'm a crook and a conman, what do I have to do with Viruses?"
"The Virus was developed by an organization that demands a randsom i exchange of keeping this Virus from Crawling threw the rest of the world, this is not a simpel cold, it weakens the courier and paralizes it within hours, after that It gets worse, we ar't sure what organization did it and how did they make i,but thats where we come in.t"
Damia put on a silver necklace with a cross as its pendant and then procided to button his shirt, he then slipped a pair of glasses on his nose, "Are you serious?"
"Very, now the hard to beleave part is that we both work for a secret Bureau called the 'Bureau of Extraordinarys', I don't think you've heard of it."
"Isn't that the one the goverment has and uses to study and House Mutants and Aliens and crap like that?"
"Thats the Bureau of Paraormal Research and Defence, which dosn't exist, the Bureau of Extraordinarys is a secret branch of the UN that Investegates and Prevents Global Unrests. We wish to recruit you."
"Me? I'm flaterd boys. But there is a little thing or two, I don't beleave you."
"Give me a day and I'll make a bealeaver out of you."
"Whats in it for me?"
"You've been trying to get out of the states since you conned the Corleoni Family, you want to go to switzerland and enjoy the fruits of your labor, right? Then We'll get you there, if you agree to work for us on this one assignment, which is to Investegate the whole matter of this virus."
"What if I say no?"
"Then he'll collect your Balls." said Ducan with all seriousness in his voice while indicatig Raze.
"So, Are you in or out?" followed Raze.
"I'm in." said Damian, he might not think much of either of them, but the thought of being abel to stop hidig and living like a low life -which he was- made him accept, that and a thrill of a new adventure and perhaps the chance of unmatched closure of his unbelevabel carear of Confidence trickery.
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There you go, two more Members and we're on our way, don't forget to review.