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Nyssa's POV

She waited outside of the room that their healer commandeered. They brought the injured man into the room before being forced out. She was only allowed in if she was bringing more supplies in.

She knew the surgery that was being attempted was dangerous. Even under the best of conditions it would be a touch and go surgery. Given that they were trying it on a boat rather than on land would make it worse. She had to wonder if the man would even make it to land.

Her father would not approve of them bringing back an outsider. Or using their resources only for the man to die. Some thing about the man told Nyssa that there was more to this than what she could see.

So she waited along with her men to find out if their efforts were in vain. Hours passed and eventually she went back to the deck. There was nothing she could do waiting outside of the room.

As she was waiting her phone went off. Immediately she answered, "Father."

Her father was the only person that would call her during this time. The alpha was back in Nanda Parbat. There were regular checkins with him every couple of days. She realized that she had missed her in the effort to bring the man out of the water.

Ra's said his voice low, "You missed your check in. What happened?"

He was forward as always. Her father immediately knew that something had happened. Not that he was wrong or that it surprised her.

As Ra's Al Ghul her father had to be perceptive. He was hundreds of years old. A man who loved his mother but never had he taken an omega as his own. Nyssa wondered if she would ever find a mate. It wasn't likely given everything she had done.

She answered calmly, "We had an unexpected surprise. There was a man in the water."

"Alive?"

She looked back towards the stairs as she replied, "As a few moments ago he's alive. Badly wounded with several gunshot wounds."

She heard the sigh that came from her father. Most would not have picked it up. She did but she knew it was because he allowed it. Her father wash skilled at hiding his irritation and other emotions. Even more so since the death of Nyssa's mother.

Her father asked, "What are the chances of him surviving?"

She answered dutifully, "I will know better when the healer finishes. Ana is currently in surgery trying to remove the bullets."

Just then a figure appeared. It was one of the beta guards who she left with the healer.

He said immediately, "Warith. Healer Ana has finished with the surgery. If he makes it through the night then he will survive."

Nyssa raised her chin in acknowledgement. Then with a bow the man left.

She said once he was out of hearing range, "It seems our pickup will survive."

"Bring him, back to Nanda Parbat. We will deal with it once you arrive."

So they did. The week long trip back to the castle in the desert was made with no surprises. Their rescue did not once wake in the journey. One man sat with him the entire time. They took notes on anything said while the other was unconscious. There was a lot.

Most of it was in Vietnamese or Chinese. Occasionally there were words in English and French. Whoever this man was he spoke many languages fluently.

One sentence made chills go down her spine, despite not understanding it, "Cain is for Charlie. Delta is for Cain."

The words came out mumbled. It was almost as if the words were ingrained into the man. Nyssa didn't like how it was going. There wasn't enough information for her to make a decision however.

When they arrived her father and several healers met them at the airfield. His grey eyes roamed over the man as he passed. Without a sharp word to stop them the healers immediately took the man back to their home.

Ra's said a small smile crossing his face, "Nyssa. I assume the original mission was successful."

Ana answered for her, "It was, my liege. We have the herbs that I needed."

Ra's nodded. Then they began to walk towards the castle. Several of the League members hung back watching carefully. They didn't want to interfere with what was going on. They knew debriefing was simple but they also were Ra's guards. So they would protect their liege with their lives.

She asked carefully, "Father what are you going to do with the stray? He will need to recover once he is wakes."

Ra's replied not looking at her, "We will wait to see what he has to say for himself. I will assign Hudu to keep an eye on him."

Hudu was their calmest member. If anyone could keep a fearful man calm it was him. When they found the omega he was a doctor on a small island off the coast of Marsae. He had been thrown out of the hospitals in England for performing surgeries drunk.

When he came to Nanda Parbat like many he was broken. With the help of Tanner their mind healer Hudu began to heal. It was that healing that made Hudu a great healer.

Hudu's POV

The man previously known as Dr. Geoffrey Washburn awoke with a start, his chin settled into his collarbone causing the odor of his mouth to invade his nostrils. It was not pleasant. He blinked, orienting himself, and glanced at the open bedroom door. Had his nap been interrupted by another incoherent monologue from his patient? No; there was no sound. Even the sounds of swords clashing was mercifully gone.

Hudu glanced again at the open door question buzzing around in his mind. Who could this man be? Hudu recognized the multitude of languages the patient spoke. He most likely worked for an intelligence agency.

Back before Hudu came to Nanda Parbat, he was known as Geoffrey Washburn. At the time he still had his license he worked for a hospital that treated intelligence agencies. Thankfully the two patients that died when he was still a drunk had not been agent. Otherwise he would have faced a worse punishment than just exile from his country.

It was on the sleepy island of Ile de Port Noir that the League of Assassins found him. They were in need of a new healer. The offer was something he could not pass up.

Unless his prognosis was wrong, it would happen any day, any hour or minute. The wounds to the legs, stomach, and chest were deep and severe, quite possibly fatal were it not for the fact the bullets had remained where they had lodged, self-cauterized and continuously cleansed by the sea. Extracting them was nowhere near as dangerous as it might have been, the tissue primed, softened, sterilized, ready for an immediate knife. The cranial wound was the real problem; not only was the penetration subcutaneous, but it appeared to have bruised the thalamus and hippocampus fibrous regions. Had the bullet entered millimeters away on either side the vital functions would have ceased.

It had been a surprise to find out that Ana the woman who retrained him, had saved the man. It wasn't often that the League would save an outsider. When they did it wasn't without a reason. This man would owe the League his life. That was not a debt easily repayed.

The words came first. They floated in the air as the early morning breeze off the mountain. "Who's there? Who's in this room?"

Washburn sat up in the cot, moved his legs quietly over the side, and rose slowly to his feet. It was important to make no jarring note, no sudden noise or physical movement that might frighten the patient into a psychological regression. The next few minutes would be as delicate as the surgical procedures he had performed; the doctor in him was prepared for the moment.

"A friend," he said softly.

A soft inquirt came, "Friend?"

Hudu said nodding to himself, "You speak English. I thought you would. American or Canadian is what I suspected. Your dental work didn't come from the UK or Paris. How do you feel?"

"I'm not sure."

"It will take awhile," came his knowing reply.

With all the trauma that the other had been through, it would take some time before this man would know. Time might be something this man didn't have.

"My name is Hudu. What's yours?"

The man asked confused, "What?"

"I asked you what your name was."

The stranger moved his head and stared at the stone walls. Then he turned back, his blue eyes leveled at the doctor.

The man said fear clear in his tone, "I don't know."

"Oh, my God."

Hudu left his patient for a moment to go to the door. As he expected a guard was waiting. The green eyes beneath the cowl held a question in them.

Hudu ordered sternly, "Alert, Ra's Al Ghul that the patient is awake and alert."

The guard bowed and immediately left. Then Hudu turned back to the man. The man was sitting up on the bed now. There was a small wince as he did so but it seemed the wounds were healing.

Hudu noticed immediately that the previous blue eyes were now grey. A killer's grey eyes. It wasn't often that he saw this in someone outside of the League. To see someone who's eyes could go from one natural color to another was even more rare. Something in this man's past had caused this. What it was, was locked in the man's mind.

The man asked his grey eyes scrutinizing Hudu, "Who was that? Who is Ra's Al Ghul?"

Hudu blinked in surprise. For someone who just heard the name omce, his accent was perfect. It was the same as someone who spent years in the Nanda Parbat.

He didn't get the chance to answer the question. The door opened revealing the dark haired man in green robes. Under that he wore a black button down shirt and black pants. His grey eyes met Hudu's green ones. Hudu bowed his head in submission to the powerful alpha. No one wanted to have Ra's angry with them.

The young man stood unsteadily on his feet. He watched the leader of the League of Assassins warily. Both men faced off. Hudu had to wonder if his patient was going to make it through the day.