It was a very beautiful day when they arrived in London. Marty had made the passports for the others. They had tricked B.A. onto the plane which was not easy in itself they had to drug him after he had caused a scene at the LA airport. He had woken up once they had landed and was none to happy but Marty calmed him down. Hannibal still couldn't figure out how she could always manage to do that. Marty was still feeling a bit uneasy has they landed at Heathrow Airport and she still couldn't fathom why but soon felt very comfortable once they got off the plane which was odd but she soon shrugged it off. They were going to bring weapons with them but Marty had suggested maybe they could acquire them here so theywouldn't have to worry about getting in trouble with customs. Course Marty had some how manage to bring her gun along and customs didn't even notice even though they were staring right at when they were going through their stuff. This confused Marty but she didn't let it show.

As they made there way outside to the streets of London, Marty whistled for a cab. One pulled up and they loaded their luggage into the trunk and climbed in with Marty in the front.

"Where can I take you?" The driver asked. "The Good Fellows Inn it's on McKenzie." Face replied. "Okay Mate." And with that the driver pulled away from the curb and drove off down the street. Marty looked out the window most of the time she felt good to be home but it seemed to her that this wasn't exactly home. She soon put it aside thinking it was nothing. She knew she had to concentrate first on the mission then see what happens after that. Hannibal had noticed her sense of uneasiness while they were on the plane he had asked her about it but she claimed it was nothing. He had seen her relax a bit once they got off the plane and she seemed very confident once they left the airport.

They arrived at the Inn and after taking their luggage out the guys headed inside; Marty went to pay the driver when he said "It's been taken care of, Ms. King." Marty looked at him stunned she never told this man her name. "Thank you." Marty replied still a bit confused. The driver winked at her and drove off. Marty shivered as she walked inside feeling very odd indeed.

As she walked in she saw the others at the front desk checking in, Hannibal looked over at her and smiled. She gave a small smile in return she still felt strange about what had just happened. She then decided to let it go for now until they finish with this task that they were being paid to do.

"You alright, Baby?" Hannibal asked as she came up to them. She smiled "Yes I'm fine." They then made their way up the stairs to the top floor; Face had somehow managed to get a fairly large room. Marty looked around the sparsley furnished sitting area with a large overstuffed sofa a few chairs a small table with a mirror over it and doors she assumed that lead to the bedrooms, she set her smaller bag down on the little table.

"Sorry there are only four bedrooms soBaby is going to have double up with Hannibal." Face replied noticing the look on Marty's face because she had blushed slightly.

She didn't seem to like the sound of that because she would normally have shared a room with Amy. Marty sighed knowing that this was not going to be easy, not that she was uncomfortable sharing a bed with one of them, but they moved to damn much in their sleep. "Well I could take the couch." She replied sheepishly.

Hannibal looked at her like she had slapped him. "What's wrong with bunking with me you never minded before?" Marty blushed "Alright, I'm sorry Hannibal." With that Marty took her bags and walked to the last door on the right opening it and entered the room. The others just shook their heads they couldn't figure what was up with her. She had never protested before she was usually flirting with one of them even though the truth is she really had her eye on Hannibal but nobody stated this fact to each other or to her cause she would just flat out deny it.

As she entered the bedroom she observed it for a moment, it was a nice room. There was a large four poster bed with green silk sheets and black comforter, over in one corner there was a large mahogany dresser with a mirror over it and a door that led to the bathroom. A funny feeling came over her has she looked back at the bedding. 'Why do those colors remind me of something or someone?' She thought to herself but it left just as quickly as it entered. She shrugged and placed her bag on the bed and sat down rubbing her temples. 'This is all very odd and on top of that I have a splitting headache all of a sudden.' She thought. Hannibal soon came in and noticed this "You okay?" "Just have splitting headache." Marty replied. He reached into his coat pocket and brought out a bottle of aspirin and handed it to her. "Here take these; I'll get you a glass of water." He said heading into the bathroom.

He came back out with a glass of water and handed it to her. "Thanks." She said as she took the pills they tasted bitter. 'Yuck, why couldn't I just take a headache potion for this….wait a minute where did that come from?' She thought shivering again but not so Hannibal would notice.

"Your welcome, now let us get back to the sitting room we need to discuss the plan I have in mind" Hannibal said with a grin.

Marty groaned and shook her head mumbling to herself "He's on the Jazz again." She sighed getting up off the bed, placed the glass on the dresser and followed Hannibal out to the sitting room where the others were waiting.

The looks on their faces when they saw Hannibal they knew and Marty grinned. She sat down next to Face on the couch and waited to hear what kind of plan Hannibal had cooked up.

"What's the plan Hannibal?" Murdock asked.

Hannibal had sat down in a chair nearby took out a cigar and lit it. He sat there for a few moments puffing on it. Marty watched him she was getting a little anxious and she hated it when he does this. 'Would he just start talking already?' She thought.

"Baby, can you give me those papers Rachel gave us." He said suddenly making Marty jump a bit.

Marty got up and went and dug into her handbag that was lying on small table and came back with the papers handing them to Hannibal.

"We need to check out the warehouse where they were last seen, any volunteers?"

Nobody said anything for a minute then Hannibal said "Face you and Murdock should go take a look at it."

Face looked at him with narrow eyes "I thought you were looking for volunteers."

Hannibal smiled "Yes, but I figured that would be the only way to get you do it."

Marty then spoke up trying to suppress a grin "Wait a minute we need weapons I mean they can't just go in there unprotected that would be suicide."

"Well don't you still have your gun Baby?" He asked.

"Yes I do but I'm not letting them use it. I am very fond of that gun." She stated.

"Hey wait a minute how did you get your gun pass customs?" Murdock asked.

Marty looked at him and shrugged "Beats me." And she didn't say anything more about it. Hannibal then decided that since Marty is from here she should be the one to lead them to the warehouse. The three of them set off and once they got to the warehouse, Marty had stood on a crate that was up against the side wall and looked into one of the windows covered with dirt and wiped it a bit with her hand. As she peered inside the place looked empty but then something caught her eye at what she thought was a black and grey tabby cat walking around. The cat seemed to have stopped and looked up at her for a minute and Marty noticed strange markings around the cat's eyes. A funny feeling came over her and she closed her eyes for a second not believing what she was seeing but when she opened them again the cat was gone and the place was empty once more. 'Must be seeing things' she thought to herself.

"Can you see anything?" Murdock asked. This snapped Marty out of her trance.

"The place is empty, damn it where the hell did they go." Marty exclaimed getting down off the crate and Murdock handed her a handkerchief so she could wipe the dirt of her hand.

Face was silent for a minute and said "Well, I have some contacts here so maybe I can find out where they are." "Let's go back to the inn we need to talk to Hannibal and come up with another plan." Face said.

"We also need some weapons Face." Murdock replied.

"Leave it to me." Face said with a grin and they went back to the inn. Marty still had a funny feeling around her but she figured it was nothing or was it?

Meanwhile…..

As the sun began to drop over the ancient castle the features of the man grew more and more distinctive. Yes he thought things are finally in motion. Soon the bearer will return to this accused place and this time the flame will not be enough to stop the darkness. The man turned and all that could be seen as the last light of the sun passed over the minarets of the castle was a deep mahogany robe before the shadows swallowed the figure completely.

Unknown to the man he was being watched from the underbrush; a dark striped cat slipped from the foliage and scurried back to the castle. Once the feline was gone had it looked back it would have seen a pair of glowing red eyes and heard a soft malevolent laughter echoing on the wind " Now all the pieces are finally in motion."

TBC

(A/N: I wanted to take a moment and thank piratebloodprincessheart for the reviews you been leaving me I really appreciate it. I hope this chapter is to your liking.)