'Russell' or 'Connor' recalls spending way too much time in his multi-century life in police stations. It
was an even split as a defendant or a representative of the law he figured.
This was the first time he was confessing a murder he hadn't committed yet.
"Nash or Macleod or whatever you want to call yourself, consider yourself lucky I turned the monitors
off when I brought you and Theo back here. You come here and first tell me your god dam# immortal and
you have come here to investigate a man who…"
"Not investigate , Mi.."
Michael continued despite Connor's interruption " reportedly died during the bombing of San
Diego…and then there is how you want to deal with him. Did you really think I wouldn't have an issue
with this?"
Theo lifted a hand to intervene. "If I might Mr .Garibaldi, those like Connor have been dealing with
Those of their own kind who used their immortality as a weapon to rule and strike fear since before….since
before the builders of the pyramids laid a stone onto the ground. They are capable of things no ordinary
human beings are. Given the Psi-Corp was created to let telepaths deal with themselves, they are just
following suit. "
Macleod grinned .
"Brother Theo, You wouldn't have been a lawyer before taking vows were you?"
"As a matter of fact I was Connor."
Michael dropped the folder he was holding as he fell into his chair glaring at the two.
"Oh yeah, tell me about this guy anyway."
"Last I heard he was going by the name of Shane Lassiter, A former Gropo during the Earth Minbari
War. He was known also as Doctor Carl Mortensen of the shining stars bio sciences division. One
Hundred years before that , He was with the Office of Planetary Intelligence just after the old C.I.A.
Disbanded. "
"And how did he earn your attention Russell?"
"I was working with the OSS during the 2nd world war. The allies were looking for information on
What Hitler was calling his final solution. I had managed with a small resistance cell to get into the office
of one of Himmlers subordinates. I had found the information. The numbers of victims, the method of extermination….It could have been dealt with. When we had gotten back to our safe house, they were
Preparing to get me out when the SS threw the first firebombs through the window, followed by a stream
of bullets. I had taken 3 to the back as I was heading to my escape when I sensed him. Captain Heinriech
Mueller, he had sensed me but didn't know who the immortal was in the room. Once he realized it was
Me, He pulled a saber from under his coat and would've taken my head if a subordinate had called him
away. While they started to set the place on fire, I escaped and made my way back to London."
"And this got you angry why?"
"He didn't know who the immortal was….so he started taking heads….of all of the cell…"
Garibaldi rolled his eyes as he put the name Shane Lassiter .
"Lassiter, Shane. He is considered a major force within the smuggling game but I haven't been able to
get proof enough even to investigate. There was also a rumor around him about human trafficking. He
Also had apparently legitimate transport deals with Psi-Corp. He's scum but he's well connected scum.
He currently has a long term lease in red 3 as well as office space near down below….interesting."
Connor stood up and looked over Michael's shoulder.
"What is?"
"It seems there is one non-earth government that has had , shall we say questionable dealings with
Lassiter.."
Macleod looked at his friend and he couldn't realize whhy Michael was grinning.
"Brother Theo, Macleod, Now, I get to take you somewhere."
Theo and Connor shrugged as they made their way toward the diplomatic quarters.
Macleod's eyes rolled slightly as they arrived at the door of the appropriate ambassadorial quarters.
"You've got to be kidding.." Duncan shugged.
Michael shook his head negatively as the trio door opened and a familiar face appeared.
"Mr. Garibaldi, I'm afraid it's not a very good time unless it is official b-"
Garibaldi cut him off.
"It's not. It's personal. If you or your boss know me, that's a lot more important than official bs. I need to talk to him NOW…"
The aide nodded as Michael and Connor went in and Theo remained outside.
As the door closed, Michael heard a very familiar voice arriving from the bathroom.
"Meester Garibaldi, Once again you have the timing of a blind man in front of an naked woman…All
you can do is feel around" Londo laughed a little too hard at his own joke.
"Londo, This is Russell Nash. He's an old friend and he needs some assistance."
"But of course, any friend of Garibaldi's is an acquiantance of mine….what a minute, You said Russell
Nash, as in the Earth Alliance troubleshooter who helped with my peoples negotiations with so many of the
league of non-aligned worlds…in their favor I might add"
Russell nodded. "One and the same. I need you to arrange a meeting in a secluded place in down below
Between me and a Shane Lassiter. Between me and him alone. Do not deny your knowledge of him. If
you know who I am, then you know I know you know him.."
Londo nodded as he poured himself a drink and takes a long swig.
"Deny? No I don't deny it. The man is a pig and a low life of the first order. I would thank someone to
deal with him. The question is , why should I help you?"
Michael stiffened at Londos comment . Nash just smiled as he whispered a few words in perfect
Centauri into Londo's ear.
Londos shade turned a lot more pale.
"You wouldn't ..You couldn't have."
"I would and I have by the emperor at the time handed to me with the familial seal…Would you like
Proof sent to the Centaurum or the Babylon 5 council?"
Londo stopped and nodded. "Very well, I will need 2 hours. Is there anything I should tell him for
you?" Londo knew he had no choice, but he still hated this.
Michael and Macleod stood at the door. "Tell him if he doesn't come and come alone, what I will do to
him will make what he did in Berlin look like pre-school.."
Londo took another swig and headed to his com unit while Michael and the immortal headed back
towards the Zocalo.
(tbc)
