New Blood (Watchers)

Restlessly the two young women sat across the conference table from each other. They knew each other from work and had been social on occasion, but neither would use the descriptor ‘friends’ to describe their relationship with each other. Also at the table sitting across from each as well were Dylan Dogge and Greg R’mendle. Mr. Dogge was the resident technofile, all things bleeding edge his bailiwick and too Mr. R’mendle was given the task of organizing and cataloguing the reams of information that the Watcher’s generated, but also requested to further their goals. The head of the table was filled by Sir Edward Hilla Ray, pipe wielding father figure for the organization.

“Now Lizabeth, Amy I understand these will be the first field op’s for both of you. Mr. Dogge, R’mendle and myself all feel that you are both uniquely qualified.” Sliding each a bound portfolio he continued. “ The subjects, as you can see…” he gestured indicating to the women to open their packets “…are also siblings. Lizabeth, your charge has recently become aware of his possibilities. Amy, yours has not but we feel that due to the close proximity he keeps with his brother it will only be a matter of time.”

Pushing the pipe from one side of his mouth to the other he continued. “We have set up living quarters, in the ‘city’ and you have receive the usual start up equipment and stipend.” Again motioning toward the packets. “Do you have any questions?”

“What about next of kin?” Amy asked.

“You need to excuse three weeks for this one. Due to some concerns, we want you on topic, incommunicado for that long to set up. After that we will make arrangements.” He finished the redish smoke from his pipe collecting and circling over his head.
“Anything else, Lizabeth?”

“No sir.”

As the five Watchers were standing a youngish man hopped into the room. Handing Sir Edward a note he exited just as abruptly.

Pursing his lips around the pipe stem, his brow furrowed as he read.

“Amy it seems your charge has showed his unique nature as well. And damn it all he’s been keeping some interesting company.” He added handing the note to the female Watcher.

“A confirmation from the Knights means that he’s…”

“Yes more then likely, they seldom miss.” Sir Edward responded facing the table and bending forward to place both palms atop it. “Very well… ladies, Mr. Dogge attend to it then. Mr. R’mendle a moment.”

“Yes, Sir Edward?”

“Check with the Knights and see what we can get. If they won’t say give them the information about our two young lasses. I don’t want our arses caught in any of their crossfires. That Magdalena, bitch has busted our chops before. Come to think of it we haven’t heard from Highpoint in awhile either, so if you can run him down as well…outside the Knights.” The last he added grabbing Greg by the elbow as he left the room.

“It was so much easier watching when I was a lad.” Sir Edward breathed as he sat back down into the Captain’s chair at the head of the table.