Date: Tue, 2 Aug 1994 22:03:59 GMT Reply-To: NICK_BERNSTEIN@fourd.com Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: NICK BERNSTEIN Organization: 4th Dimension BBS Subject: Shadows 2 of ?? _Shadows, part II_ By: Nick Bernstein Questions, comments and constructive criticism to: NICK_BERNSTEIN@fourd.com =============================================================================== _Tuesday, 9:30am, 8/2/94_ I awoke around 9:30, Showered, dressed, and went out for a bite of breakfast. I walked around for about fifteen to twenty minutes, and finally decided on The King Deli, a quaint little place with _extremely_ big portions. It was about then that I noticed the presence had returned from last night. It was fainter this time, as if it was trying not to be noticed. I finished eating and went outside, to look for whomever it was. Unfortunately it had disappeared before I could find it. I decided to look around the city for a while, taking in the sites and sounds of the city, when I came across a antique shop bearing the name 'Macleaod's'. The strength of the immortal within's presence screamed at me so strongly, I then /KNEW/ it was Conner. Hurriedly, I opened the door and strode in "Conner? Hello?". My good mood died instantly. "Who the are you, and what have you done with Conner?" I asked the black haired immortal, sporting jeans, a tee-shirt, and ponytail. My sword was out. "Conner's out today, buy I'll be with you as soon as I'm done with my other _costumers_." Said he, nodding sideways at an old man looking at a broadsword. "Sure," I said, coldly, "I can wait. No problem." Eventually, the black haired man, had finished his business with the older man and hung the closed sign on the door. "I'm Duncan MacCleaod, of the clan MacCleaod, and what do you want with my kinsman." "Bulshit.", I said,"Immortals can't have kids, how could you be his kinsman? You had better have a good answer, or *your* head will be mine.", I replied, sword now in hand, as was his. "He's my clansman. It's the same thing.", our swords had stopped their spinning, and we held them, ready...but nonconfrontational. "Oh. Sorry...um, Duncan? right?" <> but for some reason, I trusted him. "Yes." "Kinda' Awkward situation, huh?" I pause as I slowly put my sword away, "Oh, by the way, I'm Richard Peal." As we shook hands he said, "Nice Sword" His sword was the mirror image of mine, except for the hilts, mine was black, his white. I chuckled. At the sword and our attempts to break the ice. "How do you know Conner?", he asked as I looked around the shop. "Ramerez. You wouldn't know how to get in touch with him, would you?" "Actually, no...I was hoping _you_ would. Last I heard from him was about a month ago.Then...nothing, I called all his aliases, couldn't contact him anywhere" Cont.... ******************************************************************** System: fourd.com Phone: 617-494-0565 Cute quote: Being a computer means never having to say you're sorry ******************************************************************** =========================================================================