CASCADE OF BLOOD
A Highlander/Sentinel Crossover
by Henry Wyckoff



Chapter 13

Amanda smiled grimly as she sensed an immortal. "Hey, cheese head!" Her voice echoed throughout the warehouse. Marisa spun around as she saw a freshly-bathed and clothed Amanda stomping towards her. A rattan staff was in Amanda's hand and a cloud of fury on her face. "You're going to learn the true meaning of suffering!"

Marisa also smiled grimly, shaking her head. "I don't think so. Let's examine the facts." She pointed at her sword. "Sword." She pointed at Amanda's weapon. "Staff. Sword. Staff. Doesn't it point to any conclusions?"

"You think you're so funny . . . you'll be making me laugh my ass off when I have you chained to a post, getting rammed with a bamboo stick!"

"Thanks for that wonderful idea. I'll make sure that's the next thing I do to you."

Marisa swung at Amanda and screamed as her sword slid across the floor. Her hand was sudennly broken in several places, hanging limply from her wrist. "You bit--" That was cut off by a solid slam to Marisa's jaw that sent her straight into the ground. The concrete floor did the rest. Marisa was out like a light.

"Who the hell am I kidding? I'm no Torequemada."

Using Marisa's sword, Amanda took the woman's head clean off. There'd be no revenge-torture sessions today, or ever. She could talk, but when it came down to it, she wasn't as twisted or perverted as Marisa had come to be.

Amanda's screams filled the afternoon air as the fragile warehouse collapsed on top of her in the midst of a Quickening.

* * *

An arm shot up from the wreckage, and Amanda groaned. It was almost dusk, and she felt like she hadn't had rest in a week. She must've regained consciousness an hour ago, and it had taken this long to crawl through the wreckage.

"It was just a matter of time."

She snapped her head up and saw a lone Harlowe sitting on some beams a few feet away. He sounded drunk. A bottle of gin lay next to him, knocked over. "So are you going to arrest me or take my head?"

He didn't answer for a moment. "I would have been willing to let it go. Arresting an immortal is such a pain that I would have let it go. All I wanted was my watch. My memories." He looked at her as if he was about to cry. "Were you being sarcastic about throwing it into the Thames?"

Amanda was too exhausted to play games, and after having an unforgettable experience with someone who had fallen in love in a bad way, she was almost relieved to see someone who had loved and lost in a better way. Sad, but healthy from the public safety angle. "Yes. You should know me by now." She snorted. "I grabbed it by chance, but I knew what it was. There's no way I'd sell something like that." Her face showed some awkward guilt. "I gave it as a present to Duncan MacLeod."

Harlowe chuckled softly, "I'm not carting you off to the Tower. We're going to find Duncan MacLeod, and you're going to have to explain to him why it is that you have to give back a precious gift that you'd given to him. That is going to be most priceless."

"Don't hold your breath. He's more of a boy scout than you are."

Ellison sat, watching from a far distance. Nobody knew he was there, but he'd heard all. He nodded and waited.

* * *

Banks and Pierson sat and waited, drinking coffee in silence.

Banks was pensive. "I had no idea that there were such things as Watchers. It makes some sense, though. Duncan's friend, Joe. I met him a few times. Seems a bit too nosy for his own good. Is he one?"

Pierson nodded, "Yes."

"What are you going to do about them finding out about you? By the sound of what Ellison was saying, they won't take it too kindly."

"I'm having Joe do some damage control. Maybe we might catch this little problem before it becomes one. If it doesn't work . . . you know how it goes. Pretend to die, change identities, or whatever else needs to happen."

Banks nodded. "It's the 'whatever else' that worries me. Promise me you won't get too creative . . . "

"Sure."

The phone rang, and Banks snapped for the receiver. "Banks here . . . " His face turned white as he heard what must have been some shocking news.

Pierson raised his eyebrows.

"It was Ellison. He keeps his ear out for unusual events, and he found one. An old warehouse collapsed on its own, surrounded by lightning under a cloudless sky. It seems Amanda killed van Ness for good, and when the lightshow hit, the whole structure collapsed on top of her."

Pierson paled, "Is she still trapped?"

"No. She pulled her own way out, but you won't believe what happens next."

"What? What happened?"

Banks was snickering, "Harlowe's drunker than a soldier, and starts grilling her about that watch she stole from him. She admits that she didn't throw it into the river. She gave it to MacLeod as a present, so he's dragging her up to his place, where she's going to have MacLeod hand it over."

Methos sat in silence, his jaw nearly fallen to his chest. "I'd believe Amanda walking on water first. I wish I had ringside tickets!"

"You and me both!"

* * *

In the security of his own home (sort of his, anyway), Sandburg was on the phone, trying to contact his own informant in England.

"Blair? You sound worried!"

"I am. Get the hell out of there. I mean it. It might be too late."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, it's too much to talk about on the phone, but you might be in a lot of danger for the material you passed on to me."

There was silence on the lines for a moment, "Blair? I hate you."

"Yeah, we can go through that all over again when you get here - but just get here."

Silence. "All right, Blair. If I hadn't passed you the information, I'd think you were crazy. I just hate to think that this is the only reason you're dragging me back to the States in my busiest time of the year."

"I know. I'm sorry. Just be careful. Okay?"

"Sure."

* * *

It was several hours later when Amanda and Harlowe entered the loft.

Duncan was busy looking over some financial statements. He automatically glanced up when he noticed he had visitors. He looked a little confused. "Didn't we meet in London?"

Harlowe nodded, "Yes, we did. You look . . . different."

"You look the same. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Actually, Amanda would be more than happy to explain why we're both here!"

Duncan was really curious now. "Amanda?"

"This is going to be really hard, but . . . "


THE END


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