Il ne peut y en avoir qu'un PT6

It helps if you know the TV show "Highlander" for a couple details in this story.

0800 Zulu Time

Seacover

Pacific Northwest of American quadrant

"Kid" was running up the hills of Seacover, with the thrill of blood lust rushing through his veins. He had not kill this many people since the war. Still there was a difference of shooting up a building than killing with a sword. Sword killing is more intimate, more sexual. " Kid" reached the old Tudor house, without color glass windows. He wiped his feet and entered into the house.
"Good morning." A leggy, auburn hair woman walked into the kitchen.

"How was your morning?"

"Kid" just smirked.

"You made it on the news, my love." The woman clicked the remote control. The morning news was covering the screen at the Preventers' headquarters.

"Hmm. Pass the milk." The woman draped herself over "Kid's shoulders and place a kiss under either his ear.

"Come up stairs, Kenway." she nipped at the bottom of his ear.

Kenway turn around and grab her. "Why wait, Ulva?" He crushed his mouth in to her's. She moaned as he led them to the couch. The news report played in the background.

1100 Zulu Time

Seacover

Pacific Northwest of American quadrant

Ulva watched, as Kenway got dressed. She enjoyed how the fade blue jeans hung on him. She licked her lips and sighed.

"Kenway, there's a fax for you." Ulva hungrily stared at his bare back as he walked across the room. He still bared the scar from the bitch. Ulva would love to kill the bitch but she knows she has a snowball in hell chance to kill her. And for whatever reason, Kenway did not hold a grudge to the woman who gave him the scar. Ulva shrugged and went back to watching Kenway.

Kenway reread the fax. The smile on his face grew.

"What?" asked Ulva.

Kenway kissed her deeply. "They found him."

"Him?"

"Start packing. I'm taking you home."

Ulva slowly got up and looked over her shoulder. Kenway was busy calling the airlines and making reversions. "Home?" she thought to herself. "The only time he refers to home is…" She smiled when she made the connation. They where going back to where it all started.

1420 Zulu Time

Tegal internationaler Raum und Flughafen

Baggage claim for Terminal E, F, G

As the police clean up from the shoot out, a young man calmly left the scene. He got the video of the person he was looking for. He hooked up his digital camcorder to the phone, dialed a number, hung up and then waited. His right wrist had an interesting tattoo. It looked like a Watchers tattoo but different. The symbol was the same but upside down and the ink was red. The phone rang.

" Hello."

"Got it?"

"Even better, got his team mates."

"Good. Send it."

" Wait it sec." The man fumbled the camcorder a bit.

"Ok. I'm sending it now."

" Got it. Now leave."

" Bye." The young man hung up the phone and calmly left the area, ignoring the chaos behind him.

1421 Zulu Time

Location Unknown

The gloved hand hung the phone up. The chair turned to face the computer. The events of the shoot out played across the screen. The hand clicked the mouse, enlarging a part of the frame. The finger tapped in time with the bullet shots.

"Ms. Horton, tea is ready."

"Thank you." The butler placed the silver tea tray down on the magonhy desk. He bow and left the room. Ms. Horton poured milk and sugar in her cup of tea. She mindlessly stirred the tea as she analyzed the information. Horton stop the film and reward it. She enlarged the frame of the young man at the phone. She frowned when the red circle caught her eye.

"This is the last thing we need." She thought to herself. She picked up the phone.

"Yes, This Ms. Horton. I need to talk to chairman. Yes, I hold." Horton leaned back in her leather chair. Her finger traced the blue Watcher tattoo on her wrist.

"Hello, I have some information that will be very helpful. Yes, I understand, I am sending it right now. Yes sir, I will be there."

"Walter!" Ms. Horton called for the butler.

"Yes my lady."

" Get my bags ready, I am leaving for Paris." Ms. Horton turned off her computer. She hoped that this was not her great grandfather plan.