((Alright sorry for the time delay but: 1.) Didn't realize that the Guidelines had changed; I've been a fan since '96/'97 an member since '01, so the copy of 'Entropy' that was under the 'Stargate SG1' tab in Television section was deleted; 2.) My computer has been giving me problems but thankfully none of my story or notes where compromised, hence the delay.

So other then that I hope that all of you that enjoy reading this are still able to find this enjoys… and thanks for the reviews. And I am very humbled by the calls for me to write faster. But I am trying to be more methodical and proofread every paragraph before posting, since I have no Beta help at all. Also I will try to post more often but alas this is just a hobby and not my main career.

I know that some have said I picked an unrealistic age for her… well I felt that the age was a good one for the kind of personality that will reveal itself as I move further into this story… on another note… I am NOT Drawing on 'Highlander: The Raven' OR any of the Movies past the First one with this story… yes I will bring Amanda into the story but that whole Raven TV series, from my POV, soiled a wonderful genre and the same can be said with most of the Highlander Movies save the first one… also Richie is still dead, that was one of the best plot twists in the original series, yea it sucked but if you're like me when you saw it you went 'HOLY #BLEEP#'))

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Colorado Springs, Colorado
Stargate Command -- Level 25 Locker Room – 8:50pm

Jack stood silently before the standard dark blue locker, his back toward the open door as he finished tying his shoe. Sighing, he straightened up and turned around facing the locker reaching inside for his leather coat.

The sound of booted footsteps broke the silence of the room. With a slightly confused expression upon his face, Dr. Daniel Jackson rounded the corner, coming to a stand still at the far end of the locker isle.

"Jack?"

While glancing back from the opened locker, Jack pulled his coat from the hook within the locker. "Get dressed," he said, slipping his arm into the weathered leather jacket, and then turned back to the open locker reaching in for his wallet and cell phone.

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Daniel stood still for only a moment, before moving down the narrow row of lockers; from experience, and the sign's he could read from Jack, he wouldn't be getting much in the way of information.

"Uh Jack, mind telling me where we're going?" He said, starting to pull off his olive drab BDU shirt, while quickly dialing in his combination.

"Denver, now hurry up. I need to go see the General, meet me up top in 10 minutes." He said, slamming the door to his locker shut and giving the combination lock a quick twist.

Daniel stood there, before his open locker. With a quiet sigh, he silently started to change into his civilian clothing.

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Downtown Denver, Colorado
Corner of 18th & Humboldt -- 8:55pm

Slowly walking down the street, Kallisto rounded the corner for the sixth time in the past 30 minutes. Coming to a stop directly across from the main entrance to Hospital, she moved close to a lamp post and glanced around at the faces of the people who populated the street.

Her hands where buried deep into the pockets of the simple navy blue pea coat she wore. To those passing by it would only appear that she was desperate to fight off the harsh chill of the night, the lapels turned upward shielding her face from view; in reality she had sliced open the right jacket pocket; even now her hand was securely wrapped around the solid weight of the Browning Hi-Power held across her side. Her leather trench coat, ruined earlier, lay in a tightly bound heap along with the rest of her bloodstained clothing, buried in an industrial dumpster several blocks from her hotel.

The thought of being without her sword at hand left her feeling naked, but at the moment she held more fear of the lone mortal now lying somewhere within the stark white medical building. And the simple pea coat was not long enough, given her slight frame, to conceal the length of her blade; the Hi-Power and dagger would suffice.

Moving from the corner, she walked slowly up the block toward the large parking structure directly across from the main hospital building. She stopped at the corner; the paranoia that had been festering within her was assuaged for now.

She slowly walked around, losing herself within the crowd, waiting for the signal to change; slipping in-between people carefully, using the mass of bodies to hide from view. As the light changed, and the mass of people surged forward, she allowed herself to be carried, like a leaf upon a stream, directly into the main hospital entrance.

Once inside, she slipped silently into the white-walled maze of the building. Stopping before a directory kiosk, she pulled up the hospital map and studied it. Calling up another screen, she scrolled through the department list. Finding the number for ICU, she pulled out her cell phone and quickly punched the number into the phone. Calling up a few more pieces of information, she turned and walked toward the nearest bathroom; the phone slipped back in her pocket.

Making sure the bathroom was empty; she went to each stall and pushed open the door, before finally stepping into the last stall in the row. Shutting and locking the door behind her; she pulled her cell phone out and leaned against the wall of the stall, lost in thought.

She needed more information before she tried… what she was going to do, she honestly did not know, but he had information and she needed it.

Thumbing the 'send' button, she brought the phone to her ear.

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50,000ft over St. George, Utah
Watcher Learjet N7894 -- 9:03pm

The silent hum of the twin Pratt & Whitney engines were the only sounds heard in the confines of the simple passenger compartment. The two individuals barely speak; silently they flip through the various reports and Watcher journal entries regarding the Immortal known as 'Kallisto'.

"We're crossing over Utah, our ETA should be around 10pm in Denver." said the pilot over the intercom.

"So what do you think, Faith?" Breaking the silence finally Alexander Lehane, a new graduate of the Watcher training academy, asked his partner and training supervisor as he shutdown and set aside the laptop he had be engrossed in for the last hour.

A slight smile graced the petite brunette's lip as she regarded her 'probie'; unlike Alex, Faith Harris was literally 'born' into the Society of Watchers; a rarity since the wherewithal to be a watcher was a natural born instinct and hardly ever learned. It required a certain metal to spend your life in shadows, watching and documenting a breed of people some of which where older then the countries they dwelt within; and could be as deadly and sadistic a some of history's worst murders or madmen.

Closing the worn leather journal she had been reading she drew in a slight breath before speaking. "How dangerous do you think 'Kallisto' is Alex?" she said, her head resting against the back of the leather chair.

"Honestly... her Journals portray her as a rather sedate and stable Immortal" he said, placing his laptop on the empty seat next to him "I'd say she was a minimum threat."

Opening her eyes she turned to look at Alex, a sad smile upon her lips "You're right, to a certain extent… while her Journal's portray her as one that rarely play's 'The Game' anymore or even looks down upon mortals, that should not lead you to discount her as a threat;" turning back to stare off into space, her fingers trace over the pattern of the Society's emblem that adorns the rough leather bound Journal upon her lap "but she did not get to be as old as she is by being a shrinking violet, Alex. A good rule of thumb, as my father told me, was that once an Immortal hit a millennium, to approach them with as much of a 'hands-off' policy as possible… because they have an ingrained survival sense that, to you and me, would seem to border on paranoia."

Alex looked toward Faith for a moment "So this isn't going to be easy is it?"

"Nope, not in the least; never let it be said that being a Watcher would be dull occupation. In fact 'probie' you are about to hit the ground running I think."

"Do you think she attacked her Watcher?" he asked.

"We'll see what John has to say. When we get to Denver, first things first; we check in at the Hospital then while you watch John, I'll head over to Kallisto's hotel and see if our wayward Immortal is still there and if not, where she went" she said, setting aside the large book an leaning her chair back.

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((More to Come))