Chapter 3: Dead Man Walking

There were memories that replayed in his mind like a dream, some that were long buried and forgotten. Like watching as his mother purposely took all those pills, a weak smile on her pale face as if trying to reassure the young boy. And then hours later, he couldn't wake her up. His father had come home, stressed from work as usual. Nathan could still remember the look on his father's face as the young boy told him that mom wouldn't wake up. The memory replayed like a movie scene. His father shook his mother, screaming her name and checking for a pulse. He broke down emotionally, and there were harsh words and things in the house being thrown.

It wasn't even a week later that five year old Nate had been dumped off at the St. Francis Boys Home. There were no final words exchanged between father and son. Nathan could only look up into his father's face. A face that had become blurred from too many years of submersing memories. He remembered the torment he felt. The confusion and how scared he was. There were no words of nourishment or goodbyes. His father just turned and walked away, never to be seen again. After all these years, Nate never thought if his real father was even still alive. He wouldn't have been surprised if his father ended his own life as well.

But it hadn't mattered to him growing up in the orphanage. He was looked after at the boys' home growing up. Never adopted, but at least he had a home. He came to revere Sir Francis Drake and his legend. He would remember staring at the knight's portrait in the moonlight before he would drift to sleep. He taught himself everything he could learn about history. The nuns taught him Latin, and helped him in his quest for knowledge. Until the time came where he knew where to locate Sir Francis's most treasured item, his ring. He wanted to take on that legacy, because he had already for years been calling his last name as Drake…to the point that he had forgotten what his birth surname had been. He ran away from the orphanage, and had spent months on the streets until he was able to stowaway on a ship to Cartagena. It was there he spent another month on the streets trying to figure out how he was going take back those items that belonged to his adopted ancestor. All the while, he had become a skilled thief and survivor at only fourteen years old. He picked up Spanish easily, having learned a lot of it back at the orphanage.

Nathan thought he was a smooth one until he ran into Victor Sullivan. It was then he knew he still had a lot to learn. The events that happened in Cartagena between Sully, Katherine Marlowe and her men, and Nate proved that. Marlowe had the cipher disk, but Nate had the ring. The stalemate would last for nearly twenty years, but it gave Nate another chance at life. It gave Sully another chance at life.

Nathan had been unsure about sticking with Sully, but it soon became apparent that the two needed each other. The father and son bond formed actually quite quickly and well for a boy who had never had a loving father before, and for a man who knew nothing about kids and never wanted one. They became partners and did jobs together, even going on quests to search for long lost treasure. It even came to the point that Sully took Nate back to his old orphanage and legally adopted him. His adopted father, however, never found out the truth of Nathan's past, and to this day didn't know. His name had been legally changed to Drake, thanks to the nuns who had loved him. Marlowe's words to him in Yemen revealed to him that one day Nate was going to have to come forth, and tell everyone the truth.

Marlowe had dug deep that day, deeper into his dark past than anyone had ever got. He could still remember her words, dripping with cool confidence as she tried to manipulate him with fake truths and empty promises.

"When he scooped you off the streets of Columbia twenty years ago, did he save you from that life? Or did he just doom you to this one?"

Katherine Marlowe definitely had dark plans to use the brass container in Iram for the sheer purpose of their secret society. To control and exploit their enemies through fear and manipulation. But moments before she died in the quick sand in the collapsing city, it was then that Nate noticed that she was human underneath it all. Those final moments had brought out flooding emotions. The age in her face brought forth facets of extreme and opposing emotions. And in her eyes behind the fear as she asked to be saved, he could see the soul that had been wounded and betrayed that had caused her to be so hell-bent on completing this goal for all these years.

Obviously, had it been him, Marlowe and Talbot wouldn't have thought twice to save him, and Sully wasn't shy on telling him this or how stupid he was to try and save her after it was all said and done. But Nate couldn't explain himself. He wasn't trying to get his ring back. He didn't have anything to prove to her or Talbot. It simply felt like it was the right thing to do to try and save her.

Even though he tried to save her and failed, Nathan still had to face Talbot's wrath. No one understood why Marlowe had been so important to him, but after she went under, Nate could literally see Talbot snap. There was no use trying to convince him that Nate tried his best to save her. Even with the city going under. It became apparent very quickly that Talbot was going to kill Nate even if that meant that he had to die as well. And in the end, it was what surprised Nathan the most, that Talbot didn't just accept that Marlowe was dead and escape himself. That he purposely sacrificed himself for revenge on Nate, to avenge Marlowe.

Had Sully of not been there, Nate knew that Talbot would have succeeded. But the most important factor that came out of the whole quest was that they all finally got closure. After nearly twenty years, Nathan was able to know the truth about Sir Francis Drake's deception, why he lied to the Queen and rewrote history. He felt naked without Drake's ring around his neck, but in a way, Nate felt that it was best. It was a way that Sir Francis Drake could finally be put to rest. And to Nathan, it was the right thing to honor and accept.

Nathan heard someone calling his name. He couldn't recognize the voice at first, because of his slumber and aching head. He groaned, trying to move, and then realized someone was shaking him. The voice got clearer and clearer, until it was a distinct British accent that he knew quite well.

"Charlie shut up, I'm trying to sleep."

"Are you mental? Get your ass up, mate! We've been napped!"

Nathan snorted. "I know I'm trying to take a nap."

"No! We've been kidnapped! We were both knocked out! We have to get out of here!"

"I need my beauty sleep to go to Prague tomorrow."

"You've already been to Prague! It was all a setup, mate! Sully and Chloe are missing! Get your ass up!"

He felt a kick to his lower back. Nathan yelped, and it was then that everything came back to him. He remembered exactly what happened in Prague before getting knocked out. Lurching up into a sitting position, Nate was hit with not only a head rush, but aching pain in his skull and back. He glanced up to Charlie, who was standing, and found that his vision had cleared pretty well. Charlie held out his hand and Nate took it. His friend pulled him to his feet, and Nate then took a moment to look around. They were in a cell in some kind of dungeon looking place. There were other cells but they were empty. There was no sign of Chloe or Sully.

"Have you seen anyone since you've been up?" Nate asked.

Charlie shook his head. "No. All quiet."

"What happened to you guys?"

Charlie scratched his eyebrow, next to the distinct scar he had there. "Well, I remember getting this really dreaded, panic feeling as we entered the Lady Chapel. When we got into the catacomb below, it only worsened. The entrance was sealed above and then all of a sudden we were jumped by something. I was literally having a panic attack, but couldn't understand why. It prevented me from being able to really analyze anything, but I remember seeing this crazy ram skull in a black cloak. And there was a man in a black suit just before I fell unconscious."

"We were ambushed by guys in suits too. I don't remember a creepy ram skull though."

"There was something about that man in the black suit…I just can't put my finger on it, mate. It was too dark, and that panic attack I was having didn't help."

Nate shrugged. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is that we need to figure a way out of here, and find Chloe and Sully."

Charlie dipped his head. "Agreed."

Nathan walked over to the cell door, finding it locked. He shook the gate hard, but it wouldn't give very well.

"Shh! You want anyone to bloody hear ya?" Charlie hissed.

"Somebody with keys, actually," Nate sighed.

He looked all around the rest of the cell. Solid rock walls and no windows. They weren't going to squeeze their way through the bars. It looked as though they were stuck until someone came.

"Why would they split us up from the group we came with?" Nate asked.

"What are you trying to say? You'd rather be in a cell with Sully?"

"No, wise-ass, it's just weird."

"I get it. I'd rather be with Bright Eyes anyway."

Nathan sighed, going back over to the gate. He looked around. There was a stone staircase in the back that led up somewhere. Other than that, the room was pretty bland.

"So, you think this was a setup by Kelley?"

Cutter was quiet at first. "I don't know, mate. To tell you the truth…I think it's Marlowe's men."

Nate spun around to face his friend. "Marlowe's men? But she's dead."

"Mate, it's a secret society occult thing. I'm sure they can appoint someone else as leader and come after us for revenge."

"Let's hope you aren't right. Though, it just can't be coincidence that more jackasses in suits are trying to kill us."

They heard movement behind them and turned to look. Three men were coming down into the dungeon. Two were armed men in black suits. The man in lead was an older man in his late fifties or early sixties with gray, slicked back hair and glasses. He was short and lean, and had a friendly smile and twinkling green eyes. He had a matching short cropped beard and mustache. He overall looked cleaned and sophisticated, and even wore nice clothes, gray slacks and a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest and blue tie.

Just as Nate was wondering who the hell this guy was, Cutter answered his question.

"Professor Lansin? What are you doing here?"

Lansin smiled, though behind its friendly exterior, the smile revealed a worried, almost fearful soul. "Coming to check on you two of course. I'm glad to see you two are finally awake and not injured."

"Where are Chloe and Sully?" Nate demanded, cutting to the chase.

"They are fine, don't worry."

"You were behind these ambushes?" Charlie asked, grabbing onto the bars of the cell in disbelief.

Lansin frowned. "No, I was not. But I would be lying if I said I didn't know it was going to happen."

"So Kelley did this?" Nate growled.

Lansin dipped his head. "It was Mr. Kelley's intention all along. Simply a test he knew all four of you wouldn't hesitate to accept."

"Why?"

"I do not know of his true motives, Mr. Drake."

"You work for him, don't you?"

Lansin thinned his lips. "I was merely…manipulated into working for him. I'm sorry."

"Then I want to talk to Kelley."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I-"

"I want to talk to Kelley now!" Nate snapped.

Lansin nodded, turning and heading back up the stairs with the two suited men. Nathan whirled on Charlie, angry, worried, and agitated.

"This is all your fault! I thought you said we could trust him?"

Charlie didn't know what to say at first. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry, mate. I thought I could, Lansin's always been a good man."

Nate leaned on the bars, sulking. He glanced over to Charlie, and realized how upset he made his friend. He sighed, anger passing and he pushed himself from the bars.

"Sorry Charlie…this isn't your fault. We didn't know this was going to happen. I don't know what got over me."

Charlie gave a weak smile. "It's alright, mate."

The three men were back in the dungeon again. One suited man was unlocking the cell and opening the door. They had their weapons aimed, but motioned for Charlie and Nate to leave the cell.

"Kelley has agreed to meet with you. I suggest you two don't do anything regrettable, because he won't hesitate to have you two or your friends killed," Lansin warned. He turned to lead the way. "This way."

Charlie and Nate exchanged glances, and then followed behind Lansin with the guards bringing up the rear. Once upstairs, the building they were in became much more distinct. They had to go up many floors until they were on ground level, and they could see windows that led out into the streets of London. Both men thought it was strange that they were right back in London, despite Lansin being there.

In fact, the building was turning into an elaborate museum and historical library. Nate could tell it was late morning outside, and it looked as though it recently stopped raining. They passed many other men in black suits in the large building, and Lansin took them to the second floor into a large study room.

"Kelley will be with you in a moment. Please behave. And I'm very sorry again, especially to you Charlie. If only you could understand why I had to do this," Lansin said, his tone genuine.

"No hard feelings," Charlie replied.

Lansin nodded, turning and leaving the room. The same men with guns stayed with them, but two more had joined on the other side of the room. The large study room was elegant and neat. There was a unique fireplace with expensive lounge chairs and a table next to it. There were shelves of books and artifacts. The walls depicted rare portraits of history, and strange artifacts decorated the room all over. The large desk in the far corner by the large windows had papers, a computer, and even more artifacts.

"These are Marlowe's men. I know it," Charlie stated, glaring at them.

"So do you think that Kelley is the new leader?"

"I don't know, mate. There's just something about this that is all off. Something's wrong, and I don't like it."

Nate snorted. "Of course something is wrong. We're being held captive."

Charlie ignored Nathan's sarcasm and started to really think. There was something about that panic attack he had in the catacomb underneath the Lady Chapel. There was something about that man in the black suit he saw. Something about Edward Kelley that he was missing until now. Something that was so important, that it had been irrelevant at first. Then it hit him, and he paled, turning to Nate.

"Oh no, no, no, no."

"What?" Nathan asked.

"What was Edward Kelley's birth name?"

Nathan was baffled at first, not seeing how it was important. He had to think on it, before it dawned on him. "Oh, uh Edward Talbot. Why?"

The look on Charlie's face made him catch on.

Nate snorted in laughter. "Oh come on, Charlie. You don't really think…? Look, I was there. He's dead. Let it go."

"But mate, I saw-"

"Drop it."

Just then the door to the study opened. Nate was still in the process of casting aside Charlie's absurd idea and extremely wrong realization before he noticed the man that had entered the study, and the color drained from Nate's face.

"Please tell me I'm seeing things," Charlie mumbled.

This had to be a crazy nightmare. Nate was stunned at first before he was able to even make words. "No…you're dead."

"It's been awhile, hasn't it gentlemen? Cutter, I see you've recovered from your broken leg."

Talbot smirked as he walked over with calm steps, shoes barely echoing on the hard floor. He wore a black suit, the same kind that they remembered him in before, red tie and all. Everything about him looked the same, except for the fact that he was supposed to be dead. Nathan couldn't get his head around it. If the gunshot to the chest that Nathan gave to him to prevent him from killing Sully didn't do it, then the fall had to have. This was impossible, yet Talbot was clearly alive right in front of them.

"I'm going to be sick," Charlie groaned, leaning over.

"You're dead. This isn't possible," Nate growled.

Talbot merely cocked his head slightly. "If it isn't possible, then how am I standing here in front of you?"

"You tell me."

"There's nothing to explain."

"How did you survive Iram?" Nathan asked, stepping forward, but was quickly aware of the guns on him.

"I survived just like you and Mr. Sullivan did. I escaped the city before it completely collapsed."

Nate shook his head. "That gunshot should have killed you. If not, the fall sure as hell would have. And with all the sand and rubble and collapsing structures, you would have been quickly buried."

"Are you sure that is what happened?"

Nate tried to control his temper. He knew what Talbot was trying to do. He wasn't going to let him succeed either.

"You and Sullivan did fall into the water before the collapse. Are you sure you weren't hallucinating all of that?" Talbot inquired, eyes locked with Nathan's.

"As sure as I know that Marlowe died," Nate replied.

He saw Talbot's eyes flash, but he remained impassive. "Well now, it isn't very important how I am still alive. The point of the matter now, is that we are both here, Mr. Drake."

"Kelley was a cover up," Nathan stated, glancing over to Charlie to make sure he was okay.

"Yes, and I am very surprised to see that it was Cutter who realized it first of all."

"You should be burning in hell right now," Cutter growled, still bent over like he was going to vomit, but looking as though he was recovering.

"What do you want from us? Revenge?" Nathan snapped.

"Revenge is overrated, Drake. I merely want to request your assistance."

"Bullshit. Where's Sully and Chloe?"

"They are safe…for now."

"You son of a bitch."

He went to lunge for Talbot, but one of his men struck Nate down in the back, making the treasure hunter fall to the floor near Talbot's feet. He heard Charlie call his name, but someone quickly reprimanded him as well. As Nate was trying to recover from the sharp pain on his ribs caused by what felt like the butt of a gun, Talbot's foot raised up and kicked his head right back down to the floor.

"Real enough for you? I suggest you reframe from your outbursts, Drake. I don't have to keep any of you alive."

Nathan crawled to his feet, glaring Talbot down. "Alright, fine. Cut to the chase then. I imagine there's a new leader in place of Marlowe you want us to talk to? Let's meet them then, so we can get this nightmare rolling."

Talbot smirked at him, but remained silent.

Cutter perked up. "Uhh, mate?"

"Yeah, I know, shut up," Nate grumbled.

Obviously, Talbot was the new leader of the secret society. He had been Marlowe's lieutenant. This only made Nate feel even more sick. He would have rather had Marlowe back alive, then Talbot.

"I have a proposition for you, Drake. Interested?" Talbot inquired.

"Is that a trick question?" Nathan asked, tone full of sarcasm.

Talbot chuckled darkly. "It depends on how much you care for your friends, Mr. Drake."

Nate's face fell. "I'm not doing a damn thing for you, so you can just shove it, Talbot. As soon as I get the chance, I'm going to kill you and make sure you stay dead."

Talbot looked to his wristwatch, then dipped his head at his nearby men. Nate and Cutter were grabbed to prevent movement.

"It looks as though I am going to have to apply some pressure. No surprise there. Fortunately, for you, I haven't had time to go pick up Mrs. Drake. But that can be changed for the better."

"No, don't!" Nathan barked.

"It does no good to try and stop me. I need her to complete this little board game anyways." Talbot then looked to his men. "Take them to their cells. I'll return shortly."

"Talbot!" Nate yelled as he watched his sworn enemy turn to leave the study. "I'm going to kill you! Don't you dare touch her!"

Talbot turned to look back at Nathan, a smirk on his handsome face. "You're in no position to negotiate or threaten, Drake. Besides, you can't kill a man twice."

Chuckling softly, the new leader of the secret society turned and left the study room. Nate and Cutter were shoved along back the way they came heading for their cells. Nathan was angry and worried, and he fought against the guards and not caring about the blows he received from them. Cutter fought too, though not as desperately. Nathan had to escape and reach Charlie's apartment before Talbot did.

As they started to descend into the dungeon, Nate knew they had their chance. Nate kicked back, striking the guard behind him in the gut. This enabled him to turn around and assault him. Cutter was close behind, and soon they knocked out the two suited men and took their firearms.

"We have to find Chloe and Sully and get to your apartment before Talbot does!" Nate yelled.

"No time for it, mate! Go ahead for the apartment! I'll look for Bright Eyes and Sully."

"I can't just leave you guys."

"Oh bollocks, you can't! Get your bloody ass over to my place now! Go save Elena, I'll be fine!"

It was a hard decision, but Nate knew Charlie was right. The two men went back to the floor level. More men assaulted them. Nate was quick to take his attackers out, before he was forced to split up with Charlie.

"Go, mate, go! Once you get her, go to Darly's Pub! It's the best place to lay low!"

"Got it! Meet you guys there! Be careful!"

Nate headed off, hoping that Charlie and the others would be okay. He broke through the front door, discarding the gun before going outside and racing across the lawn of the large museum onto the streets of London. He had to look around a minute to get his bearings, but soon realized he was several blocks south of Cutter's apartment. He cursed out loud, hoping he could catch a cab real quick. He saw men in black coming after him.

"Oh crap!"

Nathan took off running, knowing that he would have to lose them before he could catch a cab. He had to get to Cutter's apartment as quickly as possible, before Talbot did. He thought positive as he darted across streets and through alleyways, streaming by cars and people. They would all make it out and meet at Darly's Pub. From there, they could come up with a plan. A plan that he couldn't think of right now, because Nate wasn't the best at thinking that far ahead.

Elena kept herself busy throughout the apartment, worry stressing her out and turning her into a cleaning maniac. It had been well over twenty-four hours since she had heard from them. She had tried all their cell phones, but no answer. Elena knew something was wrong. She was sure of the bad feelings she got from this deal before they had even accepted it. Elena just hoped for once she was wrong. If she didn't hear from any of them in a few more hours, she knew she would have to start making calls and heading out herself.

She tried to tell herself that they were fine, that they had discovered something in their locations and were going about their business. After all, Nate, Sully, Chloe, and Cutter were four of the worst people about answering their phones anyways. She would have her best chances with Sully and Chloe answering over her husband and Charlie.

Her thoughts were still storming as she scrubbed away at some dishes in the sink, chewing on the inside of her cheek. The hot, soapy water soaked her hands as she cleaned and washed. Not even a moment later, she heard the front door open, and heard footsteps entering into Charlie's apartment.

Elena nearly collapsed from relief, but now she felt agitated. She didn't even turn to greet the four of them as she scrubbed the grime from a dirty plate.

"Nate, I don't appreciate any of you not answering your phones. You know how worried I was? You promised me a call back within twenty-four hours; I thought I was going to have to go after you guys."

She soon realized something was terribly wrong. By now, she would have heard Nate's laid back response or laughter, or Sully's complaint of needing a beer, or Chloe's sarcastic remark to her worry.

Elena slowly turned around from the sink, her eyes landing on the five men that stood in the kitchen with her. She recognized them immediately as Marlowe's men. Four were just normal agents with guns ready. The leader was a man she recognized quite well and was in shock to see him alive.

"You?" she grunted.

The man before her was Talbot. She recognized him from Yemen. He had been Marlowe's lieutenant. After Nathan had been drugged and ran off, Sully and Elena had searched for him until Talbot cornered them with his men. He had looked like he had recently been in a fight, and Elena remembered Sully giving a smart remark to the second-in-command about his face looking like shit and knowing that it had been caused by Nate. His bitter sarcasm only was challenged by Marlowe, who had showed up at that moment, telling them how Nate had been removed from the equation, thanks to Talbot. Sully had been angered by this, even as far as threatening Marlowe against the British woman's offer for him to help them find the lost city of Ubar. An offer he had no choice in, of course.

When Sully had refused, Marlowe threatened to have Talbot kill Elena, and it was then that Sully quickly changed his mind and agreed to go with them. Sully had told her to get out and don't do anything stupid as he was escorted away. It was unbearable for Elena to have to watch him go without having the power to do anything. She even remembered Marlowe's final words to her before she and Talbot left her be, alive and well.

"Dear girl, don't make me have to kill such a beautiful and intelligent flower such as yourself. You are of no importance to us. It would be a shame and a waste. Just turn and walk away. Nathan and Victor brought this on themselves, do not get involved."

Elena had been shocked that they left her alive, but at the same time had just about collapsed in remorse as she thought Nate was dead and Sully was next. But Nate had told her everything that had happened in Iram. Talbot should have been dead. So how was it possible that he was standing right in front of her?

"I'm pleased to see you recognize me, Mrs. Drake."

"You're supposed to be dead."

"I've been getting that quite a lot today." He took slow, careful steps towards her, as if she was a deer waiting to bolt for it. "I imagine your dear husband told you the story of how I died. Funny how his stories always get blown out of proportion."

Elena knew at this point it didn't matter how he was alive and standing here. She just hoped and prayed that he didn't have anything to do with everyone's disappearance. "What do you want?"

"You know, you had good reason to be unsure of this deal that your husband was making."

"What?"

"I'm Kelley. It was all a setup."

Elena felt sick, but remained rigid, her eyebrows furrowing into a glare. One of her arms was still in the warm, soap water of the sink. The only thing she could fine to clutch was that dirty plate.

"I'm going to need you to come with me, Mrs. Drake."

As Talbot stepped into range, Elena let him have it. She swung the plate out of the sink behind her, water splashing off, but the plate itself crashing into the side of his face and breaking. It definitely stunned him, and Elena took off, hearing two bullets go off and felt them whiz by her as she ran for the door.

"Don't shoot her! I want her unharmed!" Talbot yelled.

Elena broke through the front door of the apartment, slamming it shut behind her and running down the hallway. She turned the corner, taking the stairs down. As she was running down, an agent was coming up. She thought fast, jumping up to grab the wooden beam above to kick her legs out and strike him. It was enough to knock the man down. Elena fled past, evading two more agents barely before making it out onto the streets. She took off running with no particular destination planned as her brain frantically tried to think.

She rounded the corner of the apartment complex, colliding into someone and almost falling down.

"Elena!"

"Nate!"

He grabbed her wrist, yanking her into a run back the way he had been coming and where she was heading. "No time to explain!"

The couple jogged, getting puzzled looks by pedestrians as they looked around for Talbot's men. They distanced themselves from the apartment, then slowed to a fast walk, until finally they stopped all together. There were many people around, being just outside a shopping area.

"I take it you had a meet and greet with Talbot?" Nate asked, catching his breath. "I escaped from his museum where he was keeping us several blocks away."

"Yeah. Broke one of Cutter's plates on his face before I got out. Did you run all the way to the apartment?"

"Remind me to never piss you off," Nate chuckled, despite the situation. "Uh yeah. Figured I could make more ground on foot. Couldn't waste any time. I didn't know what Talbot was going to do to you."

"Well he definitely didn't want me harmed, that's for sure. I imagine he wanted to haul me back to where you were. Where are Sully, Chloe, and Charlie?"

Nathan took a moment to look around, finally starting to breathe normal. "I broke out with Charlie. He stayed to find Sully and Chloe while I came for you. We need to head to Darly's Pub. We're supposed to meet there."

"Are you sure they got out of there okay?" Elena asked, looking around nervously and rubbing her palms.

"You know, let's just hope for glass half full, alright? Let's go."

Husband and wife grabbed hands and headed off again, keeping an eye out for men in black suits and staying quiet from doing so. The pub was just a few blocks away. They would hide out there and wait for Charlie, Sully, and Chloe to meet with them there to sort out their plans. Nate just hoped they had as much luck as he did getting out.

A/N: So? Are you surprised lol? :P How can Talbot be alive you ask? Well, that is just something you are going to have keep reading to find out! I know, it's evil of me to say that, but I can't ruin anything for you guys lol. For those of you who knew Edward Kelley's birth surname was Talbot, you probably had an idea this would happen...maybe lol. This also reveals who it was plaguing Nathan in the prologue. In U3, Talbot was called the Magician, and for good reason. Oh as Nate sarcastically says "Magic Man" in his fight with Talbot in Yemen lol. Anyways, hope everyone enjoyed this crazy chapter! Thanks for reading and reviewing cool cats! :D