There was silence for a time, then Kalas was the first to speak.
"A truce for now, MacLeod. But you'll hear from me again. I promise..." he added over his shoulder, as he and his burly companion exited rather swiftly.
"I'll count the moments," Duncan said wryly at Kalas's back. He then turned to Ritchie, who was cleaning his sword and making ready to dispose of the remains.
"Did you feel anything at all?" Duncan asked.
"Nada," Ritchie said, shaking his head. "No, wait, that's not entirely true. There was like...a moment of some sort of contact...and then it was...snatched away. No energy surge, and no pyro, either. You saw..."
"I saw," Duncan nodded. "Well, we knew they were coming. And it's probably going to get worse from here. Let's get moving. I need to get Ann here to have a look at Amanda."
"Why her?" Ritchie asked. "I mean, won't it be a bit...awkward?"
"Probably," Duncan admitted. "But she's a full fledged MD, she's my friend, and she knows about us, and can be trusted."
Ritchie nodded, "Well, let's do it."
The two Immortals went thru the grim ritual that follows a conclusive duel, then made their way to the barge.
A figure down the street made some notes in a notebook.
Meanwhile, back in the States, Dr. Anne Lindsey picked up the phone, delighted to hear from her old friend Duncan MacLeod, until he gave her the news.
"Amanda is WHAT?"