Three Little Watchers, Sitting on a Hill...|
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thought Joe, biting his cheek as he kept his eyes glued to the
binoculars. “The toughest part of this job is trying to keep a
Try as he might, he couldn’t tune out
the conversation of the other two Watchers. Not that it wasn’t
entertaining, mind, but even these two geniuses would figure
he knew something they didn’t if he suddenly started laughing his
head off. Damn it, you’d think Methos and Amanda would know by now
how to shake a tail. He wasn’t sure he could keep this up for much
“What the hell does McLeod keep calling Pierson?
It sure the heck isn’t Adam…”
can’t make it out. Damn it! I wish they’d let us mic our
subjects, trying to lip read in the dark is a pain, even with night
vision. What did Pierson say?
Not sure…no, wait….
something about Butch and Sundance?
“That’s the trouble
with the young ones, they think everything is a game.”
the Highlander doesn’t look too happy with him, seems to be taking
him in hand.”
“How the hell did you draw the short straw
anyway? I thought you’d get something better than a newbie like
“Well, at least I’m not tailing little Miss
Lightfingers, how many times have you been arrested again? Three,
“Five. I swear the little minx is on to me
There is no way the gendarmes would have found my last lookout spot
without getting a tip off.”
“Wait…. look, they’re
moving again…what the…are they skipping?”
lunatics, don’t they know whose house this is? They’re going to
Joe’s ear perked up. “What d’ya mean, get
killed?” he asked, rounding on the two watchers.
Amanda’s current Watcher, eyed him incredulously. “You mean you
Lombardi, the mafia king? Oh come on, Joe, surely
you’ve heard of him?”
“What? I thought he was some kinda
corporate sales guy?”
Rene sniggered. “Is that what she
told you when she cornered you in the bar last night?”
shit,” Joe muttered as he hastily looked through his
binoculars. Too late, they’d already made it to the patio doors.
Ringing Mac would only draw attention to him.
drawled Nick, Methos’s watcher. “He’s immortal, remember? The
worst that can happen is that he gets dumped in a shallow grave for a
Joe wondered if what they said about Watcher’s
picking up their subject’s personality traits was true. Nick’s
sense of humour was certainly more twisted nowadays. Give him another
few years and he’ll be more easily amused than Methos.
in,” Rene muttered, dropping his binoculars. “Now all we can do
“How long will they be?” Nick asked.
on how good the security system is,” Rene sighed. “Anything from
fifteen minutes to an hour.”
Abruptly, the house came ablaze
with lights and Joe cursed under his breath as he heard gunfire in
the distance. “Damn it!” he muttered pulling out his keys as he
stalked to his car.
“Joe, what the hell are you doing?”
Rene said, frowning.
“Taking up a new career as a getaway
“Really?” Nick said, perking up.
“Wait, I’ll come with you.”
Joe grinned as he slid into
driver’s seat. “Not tonight, kid, maybe some other time.”
fair, why do you get to have all the fun?” Nick
“Coz I got an invite, keep an eye on the
house,” Joe slammed the door and revved the engine, laughing as he
spotted the sulky expression on Nick’s face, kids.
he raced down the dirt path and onto the main road, slowing down as
he neared the high walls that surrounded the chateaux. If he knew
Amanda as well as he thought he did, she’d be around here
Suddenly, Amanda appeared in his headlights, and
Joe hit the breaks as she darted towards the passenger door. “Joe,
my darling man, I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” Amanda sighed
as she jumped into the seat.
Joe frowned. “Where the heck
are Mac and Methos?”
The rear door opened and Methos threw
himself into the back. “Drive, Joe,” he said, slamming the
“What about MacLeod?” Joe asked.
being fitted for concrete boots as we speak,” Methos said, glaring
at Amanda. “And we’ll be joining him if you don’t get a
“I didn’t know, honest,” Amanda
“Oh please, I’m not the Highlander,
Amanda, you can’t kid a kidder.”
“Well, okay, so maybe I
heard a few rumours,” Amanda admitted. “But I didn’t think they
“You gotta be kidding me,” Joe muttered as
he hit the road. “So what are we going to do about Mac?”
smiled guiltily. “I don’t suppose you brought a shovel?”
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