The neon light buzzed once more then went out. After awhile a man with long, curly blonde hair ushered his companion down the street, his arm around her shoulder as they walked on. He recognized the man. It was Roger Daltrey. An immortal, but the woman he was with wasn't familliar to the observer. Daltrey said something to her which was inaudible to the on-looker, but he did pick up an accent which was distinctly British.

He was keeping close tabs and the woman with the Brit wasn't her.

The man in the van took out his camera and began snapping photos.

*Snap*

MacLeod followed soon after. The immortal was accompanied by Adam Pierson! Pierson? The observer couldn't believe it. Pierson and MacLeod? But the two men had a short conversation and parted ways. MacLeod got into his car and drove north while the Watcher continued down the block to where he'd parked. The oberserver watched him get into his car and drive off in the opposite direction.

*Snap*

MacLeod and Pierson, now that was interesting. Something to report back?

He settled back in his seat and reached for the stale coffee on the dash board and took a sip. Sick. Stale coffee. It had been sitting on the dash for close to an hour. He had been staking out the place for days, and still no sign of her. He had lost track of her for some months now. There was no change in her status - Victoria Ricci, status:active. At first he didn't mind his assignment. She was easy to keep track of, college, not much of a social life, a few trips to a popular occult underground club in downtown but other than that, nothing. But a few months ago it all changed. She'd pulled a disappearing trick and vanished off the face of the earth. He was starting to hate this job if it weren't for the benefits, he'd quit. Oh yeah, he couldn't quit.

The observer was about to throw the contents of the cup out the window when someone in a black trenchcoat stepped out of the bar. Simultaneously, he tossed the contents towards the window and grabbed his binoculars.

It was a woman with dark hair and crimson highlights. It was her.

*Snap*

"Hello, Nyx." The observer smiled to himself. "Gotcha now."

The immortal scanned the perimeter. In her eyes the coast was clear.

He chuckled to himself, proud that she hadn't seen him.

*Snap*

Victoria opened HammerSpace and jumped in.

"What the fuck!" The observer cried when he saw his assignment vanish into thin air. "Aw, shit! Not again! They are never going to believe this. Never!"

TBC..........