I am so sorry for how long you have waited for this. Summer is a busy time for me and I started up PT again... Things should hopefully be calming down now and I hope to get back to being able to write more regularly.

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Priest Sigma's Apartment…

Ianto had only a towel wrapped around him as he sat in front of a computer. Wolfing down some chicken as he watched data scroll by on the screen before him.

Rose watched him from the corner, in awe. "What's he doing?" She asked curiously.

"Learning our history!" The Priest told her. "The last 5000 years that he missed! He's been out of circulation a while, you know." Theta added solemnly and he started to wonder if the young man; had ever been, truly alive. Even during all the former times the fifth element served as protection from evil. Had this ancient warrior ever been outside his golden armor?

Suddenly Ianto broke into childish laughter again and Priest Sigma scolded himself for being so maudlin; now was not the time. "What're you laughing about?" Theta asked; with genuine interest.

The young man replied brightly; his pronunciation a little off however. "Napoleon... small." The silver haired man laughed again and got up. He tossed some capsules into the microwave to make more food. A steaming plate appeared; heaped with a chicken and exotic vegetables. Ianto sat back down in front of the screen and chomped away on his second full 'bird'.

Rose was hesitant, but she interrupted her teacher anyway. "Uh father, I know he's been through a lot...but the sacred stones…" She worried; biting her lip as she added, "We don't have much time…"

"Yes… yes of course…" The Priest agreed with a nod. "Ianto…I'm sorry to interrupt you but…" Theta lamented as he sat opposite the younger man and held up the case handle. "The case, with the stones... Where is it?" Priest Sigma asked seriously.

"San Agamat chay bet. Envolet!" Ianto replied; still chewing.

"The case was stolen?" Theta balked. Ianto noded his head; quite unperturbed and continued to devour the food in front of him. "Who in God's name would do such a thing?" The Priest gasped.

~BtP~

We flash to a pair of feet limping heavily as they moved down a corridor. The older man they belong to eventually reached a door at the end of the long tunnel. Harold Saxon entered a code then he turned slowly. There was a small scar across his face and his eye involuntarily twitched. This was not a man to be crossed, or contradicted. Without a word he stepped inside the now open entryway.

~BtP~

Rose entered the main room; carrying a bundle of clothes while Theta mumbled to himself about possibly meeting Saxon a month ago. "I didn't know your size". She explained nervously as she dumped the heap next to Ianto. The silver haired man was happy to have real clothes and excitedly pulled off his towel. Standing there naked and not thinking anything of it.

Priest Theta and Rose quickly turned away. "They really made him..." She can't help, but marvel. Her words trailing off as the young man looked through the garments given to him.

"Perfect… I know." Theta finished for her as the young man could be heard exclaiming over his finds.

The silver haired man delighted in the old fashioned look of his chosen items; yet they were still made with futuristic material. The bottoms cut like suit trousers, but shiny and soft pleather. A white vest and a wine colored waistcoat; that almost looked like it had mirrors in it. "Domo danko!" Ianto beamed at Rose and she smiled back; dumb with admiration. Ianto settled back at his computer and turned it on once more.

Seeing the silver haired man was dressed; Theta made his way over to the table. "Ianto? The Stones...We must get them back." The Priest exclaimed.

"Ikset-kiba. Me imanetaba oum dalat!" The young man replied confidently.

"You know exactly where they are!" Priest Sigma translated with obvious relief.

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We find ourselves in a warehouse as a group of handsome warriors approach...

Their leader; codename Janet, had the sacred case in his hands. A handle was missing, but the second metallic glove was still grasping the case. Harold faked worry as he asked if the warrior was really his contact. The leader nodded and a disgusted look stamped itself onto Saxon's features.

"What an ugly face! Doesn't suit you at all! Take it off..." The older man demanded, only slightly teasing.

Janet's face burns away revealing the head of a monstrous Weevil and Harold smiled. "That's better!" He exclaimed. "Never be ashamed of who you are... You're warriors... be proud..." The older man added.

The lead Weevil said nothing to this, but if his eyes could talk!

"So what if the Federal Army crushed your entire race and scattered your people to the wind… Your time for revenge is at hand. Voila! The SF1." Harold took out a weapon from one crate and went into a sales pitch, talking extremely fast. "It's light… The handle's adjustable for easy carrying. Good for righties and lefties." While Saxon has been yammering on excitedly, two of the older man's personal guards; had set up a mannequin. Rigged with various defense mechanisms; at the far end of the warehouse, they are in.

"Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by X-rays. It's the ideal weapon for quick, discreet interventions." Harold winks, then continues. "A word on fire power: Titanium recharger. 3000 round clip with bursts of 3 to 300. With the replay button, another Saxon innovation, it's even easier... one shot." The older man fired once at the mannequin. "And replay sends every following shot to the same location." Harold spun around, the rounds all hit the mannequin. The Weevils are riled by the action; ready to return fire; when they realize they are unharmed. "Then there are the Saxon tried and true." The older man exclaimed happily; naming as well as demonstrating each one.

The mannequin has now been; blasted into a pile of ashes, covered by a net, stuck with poison tipped arrows, and the whole mess is also frozen solid. Saxon tossed the weapon into Janet's hands. "Four full crates, delivered right on time! What about you, my dear Janet, did you bring me what I asked you for?" The older man asked with glee.

"Yes." The leader growled; both confident and slightly irritated, he had to do the older man the favor at all. He set the case on a crate and Saxon gloated a little while stroking said case. "Magnificent." Harold practically purred.

The older man smiled, took a deep breath, opened the case, And…

~BtP~

Back in Priest Sigma's apartment...

Ianto broke into his childish laughter once again; telling the other two, what Saxon must now know of.

"What do you mean empty?" Theta spluttered; how will they ever find the stones now? The silver haired man's laughter was only reassuring him a little. Hopefully all was not lost.

Thankfully Ianto was quick to explain what happened. The young man did so in his language while Theta translated for Rose. "He says that the Guardians never really had much faith in humans. They were afraid of being attacked. The stones were given to someone they could trust who took another route." Priest Sigma was following the silver haired man's hand motions with his own. "He's supposed to contact this person in a little less than twelve hours from now in a hotel. He's looking for the address. Simple…!" Theta finished with an actual smile.

A map of the stars flashed onto the screen in front of him and Ianto pointed. "Dot!" The young man exclaimed; pulling back his finger in wonder as the screen magnified the sphere.

The other two shuffled over to look. "Planet Fhloston, in the Angel constellation." Rose informed; rubbing Ianto's shoulder gratefully. The young man looked a little confused at the action, but liked the contact nonetheless.

Theta plopped down into his armchair. "We're saved!" Priest Sigma sighed, relieved.

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Meanwhile back in the warehouse…

"I'm fucked!" Saxon exclaimed; before he calmly closed the case. All while giving Janet a blood-chilling stare.

"You asked for a case. We brought you a case." The lead Weevil reasoned, growing angry.

"A case with four stones in it." Harold shouted and added. "Not one! Not two or three! But four! Four stones! What the fuck am I supposed to do with an EMPTY case?!" The older man whined.

Janet's fellow Weevils started to get even more edgy. "We are warriors, not merchants!" The Alien retorted childishly.

"But you can still count. Look...my fingers." Saxon held up the right number of digits for emphasis. "Four stones, four crates... Zero stones... ZERO CRATES!" The older man had practically shrieked the last part. Then Harold turned to his guards and ordered them to put everything back. Because as of now they were 'outta here.'

The other Aliens suddenly turned their weapons on the older man. "We risked our lives. I believe a little compensation is in order." Janet growled impatiently.

The older man chuckled a little. "So, you are a merchant, after all. Leave them one crate. For the cause!" Saxon's guards left one behind and exit with the other three. Harold calmly walked along the street to his limo. Adam Smith showed up behind him; carrying the empty case, still with the glove attached. "I don't like warriors! They're too narrow-minded, no subtlety." The older man remarked; now that he had an audience. "Worse, they fight for hopeless causes." Saxon added then paused "You know what I do like though?" Harold asked and Adam shook his head. "I like a killer. A real dyed in the wool killer. Cold-blooded. Clean. Methodical. Thorough…" The older man replied.

"A killer, when he picked up the SF1, would've immediately asked about the little red button on the bottom of the gun…" Adam looked back hesitantly at the building they just exited. Harold Saxon just stood there. Waiting…

Expecting…

~BtP~

Inside the warehouse…

The Weevils had each taken a weapon. Playing with them; more like children than the hardened warriors they were supposed to be.

One of them inspected his SF1; turning it over. The Alien noticed the little red button. Without thinking; he pressed it.

~BtP~

Next to Saxon's limo…

Harold Saxon is not disappointed as behind the two outside. An ear-shattering explosion levels the warehouse.

"Bring me the priest." Harold demands in a lazy tone.

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