Date: Mon, 9 Oct 1995 09:58:56 -0500 Reply-To: "Robert A. Gansler" Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: "Robert A. Gansler" Subject: Rulers of the World (Part 9 of 16) Rulers of the World (Part 9 of 16) A Highlander/War of the Worlds Crossover A ContiNEWity Story * 1995: Outside the Blackwood Project Base Duncan found Kincaid crouched behind a garbage dumpster, his gun trained on the aliens dragging Wilson along. Duncan could sense the other Immortal much more strongly now, but he was not close enough to pinpoint it yet. His gut feeling was that 'General Wilson' was the Immortal. "What are you going to do, Kincaid? Just shoot them on the street?" Kincaid scowled. "No, I'm waiting to see where they go." Duncan nodded and watched the trio walk down the street. They went a few blocks and then turned around and came right back. It appeared to Duncan that they were looking for something. The trio then turned and headed into an alley. Kincaid hopped to his feet. "Let's go! That alley's a dead end. We've got 'em." He took off with a sprint to follow them. Duncan followed his twin, but decided to take a more subtle approach. Instead of going in the alley, he decided to go into one of the apartment buildings that faced the alley. Kincaid, meanwhile, slowly stalked along the dark alley, staying close to the walls. He could see the aliens and 'Wilson' standing in front of the brick wall at the end of the alley. Duncan worked his way through the building until he reached a door that exited to the alley. He looked through the screen door and could see Kincaid at one end and the group at the other. He quietly slipped his sword from his jacket to his hand and waited. Kincaid hid behind an abandoned refrigerator. He peeked around the side and decided which alien he would take out first. The aliens and 'Wilson' started to walk back towards the alley. They had just about reached the door through which Duncan was peering. Kincaid leaped out from behind the refrigerator and fired at his target. The alien took the round directly in the chest. Glowing green blood spurted from the wound as the alien fell to the ground. 'Wilson' jerked his head to see the alien fall and then looked back at Kincaid. The other alien had immediately gone into his pocket and his hand had come out with an organic weapon wrapped around it. He raised his arm and pointed the weapon at his attacker. Kincaid was too quick and pulled the trigger first, but his gun jammed. "Damn!" Before the alien could fire, Duncan's sword burst through the screen door and then through the alien's side. Duncan twisted the sword once and the alien went limp. From this distance, there was no question in Duncan's mind that 'Wilson' was the Immortal. 'Wilson' looked up at Duncan with surprise on his face. "I've not come for you!" Duncan tried to reassure 'Wilson'. "I won't take your head." Kincaid rushed up and grabbed 'Wilson'. He turned to Duncan grudgingly expressed his gratitude. "Thanks." Then he looked at 'Wilson'. "We've got some talking to do, but first we have to get you safe. C'mon!" Kincaid yanked 'Wilson's' arm and they took off running down the alley. Duncan pulled his sword out of the alien body. Already the alien was starting to dissolve. Duncan looked down at the green blood that coated his blade and then followed after Kincaid. As he ran back towards the base, Duncan tried to describe to himself the strange sensation that he received from 'Wilson'. It seemed rather weak and different than any Immortal's he had ever felt before. It was certainly different than the sensation he got from Martan. He would try to make sense of it later back at the base. * 1995: Blackwood Project Base "So Wilson is an Immortal, too?" Harrison asked Duncan. "Yes, he is, but ..." Duncan answered. "But what?" "I'm not sure. It's probably nothing. Let's join the others." Everybody else was huddled around 'General Wilson'. Suzanne had gotten him some normal clothes. "Wilson' was draped in a blanket and drinking some hot chicken broth as he tried to explain where he had been for the past few years. "After they first captured me, they tried to find out what I knew about the Blackwood Project. I don't want kind of inhuman devices that they used on me, but I was eventually able to resist them. I think they found out something about the Project and also about you and your brother, Kincaid. Where is Max?" "They got him. They knew where we were." was Kincaid blunt answer. "Oh, Lord. I'm sorry, John. I really am," 'Wilson' sighed convincingly. He put his head in his hands. "It's my fault that Max is dead. John, what can I say?" "Nothing, General. We go on. We get rid of the aliens. End of story." Kincaid's face showed no emotion save bitter determination. "What were they doing with you outside?" Harrison asked. "They were transferring me to another headquarters, I think. The guards got lost, I think. Then you two look-alikes showed up. You have my thanks, John, Duncan." 'Wilson' nodded to each in turn. Duncan studied 'Wilson's' face. Wilson seemed to know who Duncan was, but Duncan could not place the face. 'Wilson' was familiar, but Duncan could not recall when or where he met 'Wilson'. "I can't seem to remember when I met you, but I'm sure we have." Wilson smiled "It was in London, in 1898." "1898? London? That's when H.G. Wells' book was published. You can't mean ..." Harrison was realizing the possible implication of the situation. Suddenly Duncan felt the rush of an impending flashback. This one was different, however. Duncan had not thought of these events since they happened. He could not figure out a reason why. Then a full realization of what the memory was struck him. "Omigod, there was an invasion in 1898. How could I forget that?" Duncan began relating his memory of the events at the turn of the century... =========================================================================