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Wolf felt another pang of pain, his eyes flowing over the crowded pub. There were now four Immortals in this little tavern, and while nothing really prohibited them from fighting, other than removing a man's head would draw the attention of the authorities.

"My friend, we have at least two others in here now. I had not brought my blade, assuming that they would be at least civil until we could engage in an honest fight." Wolf looked at the streak knife, it was a stout blade, but it would be very very messy.

Smiling he stood and raised his mug, "Hello, hello. I'd like to propose a toast to everyone in here, may the next few days of your lives be the best you'll every live." He bowed and nodded to several people then finished his ale.

Daniel strode into the pub, at ease despite the burning pain up his spine. He walked up to the bar, and calmly ordered a mug of beer. Perching himself on a suitable stool, he let his eyes flow over the room easily, seeming not to notice anything. He locked eyes with Everett and smiled, then drained his mug in one go, and motioned for bottle to go, and got up to leave the pub, briefly locking eyes with everyone of the immortals in the pub save Everett and Wolf.

Wolf laughed, "I never forget a lesson that allows me to keep my head. However I assumed it'd be just us so I left it in my room, secured away. But though weaponless I am not exactly defenseless. I still respect the rules of the game, I still honor the old ways."

Another pang shot through his body, clearly the situation was becoming more intense as another immortal had arrived. Glancing at Everett, "Mate, if someone is dumb enough to start something, I will use what I can, remove a head if you must, but let us keep the sword play at a minimum until the nightfalls."

Wolf waved the waitress over ordering some food, after he was done, he brightened up. Calling the hotel he spoke with the concierge, after a few minutes of haggling he closed his phone, "My sword and case will be delivered to this restaurant shortly. Lets hope we're all jolly company until then."

After what seemed like an eternity, but was no more than minutes, 15 or 20 at most, Candace walked into the Cadogan Arms carrying a long, thin gray-green mil-spec case. She also had a long coat draped over her arm. Spotting Wolf she waled over to him, "Mr. Mulder, I hope this is the proper coat. I found this laying on the bed. I assume this is the case you requested?"

Smiling at the petite woman, Wolf nodded and said softly, "You are a life saver Candace. I want to thank you, do you have a few days off? No, no you misunderstand." Wolf said as the woman's eyes grew large, "I meant I would arraign for you to fly to New York, you and a guest of course. Please it is no bother, contact my aide and tell her to confirm it with me later today."

As the woman left, the idea of a free all expenses paid flight to New York City, well the rich had funny ways of showing their gratitude, which is why she always enjoyed being the in-hotel aide to Fox Mulder, he always took care of those taking care of him.

Looking at Everett, Wolf grinned slyly, "Well now I feel better, how about you?" He said as he eased the case against the wall next to him, the coat folded and laying on the table. Wrapped in the coat the worn baldric that carried his sword was also there.

The arrival of the case did not escape Daniel's notice, and he shrugged, then seemed to change his mind about leaving. He walked up to Wolf's table, and asked, "May I sit here ?" Without waiting for a response, he dropped himself into a vacant chair, smiled and said, "Greetings, Mulder, Strongbear."

Claudia had finished her shopping, and after dropping her parcels off at the inn she was staying at, she was walking along the streets, sight-seeing. She had forsaken all sense of direction and was exploring streets and allies in no particular order. She went down whatever street looked interesting, wondering where she would end up, often wandering through a ally to find she had circled round and was where she had started. She trotted down a particularly busy street now, and was merrily humming away. A sudden intense pain stopped her in her tracks though, and she turned to look across the streets at a pub called Cadogan Arms.

There had to be at least four or five in there. "I hope they're not fighting, it's broad daylight! " she muttered to her self. "I might as well check out the competition though." Claudia crossed the street and stood before the doors of Cadogan Arms. She looked down at herself. Jeans with a rip across one knee and an assortment of tears adorned her long legs. Her shirt was black and low , showing a good view of her shoulders. The only presentable thing she had on her was the cane, a ivory white affair with the top carved into the likeness of an arabian horse. "Ah well, what can you do?" she shrugged her shoulders and pushed open the doors, walking into the dimness.

Wolf snarled as another pang of pain shot through his body, clearly every damn immortal for the gathering come to the Cadogan Arms. As Wolf eyed the bit of fluff that stood in the doorway, he smiled, "Indeed this is a private lunch. But since you've managed to discover our names, what is yours?"

Sitting back and watching everyone in the tavern, Wolf thought he had figured whom the immortals were, after all wen one carried a sword, life was a bit more hectic than normal. Most people walked in a casual, ungraceful manner. However, someone who fought and fought constantly for their lives walked with a grace and purpose that came from years of survival.

Returning his gaze on the man who had rudely confiscated a chair, Wolf held the steak knife loosely in his right hand, the edge hovering over the steak, but the message was clear to an immortal, if needed the knife would be used until the sword could be removed from the 52" long case leaning against the wall.

Arthur stood up from the bar leaving a half finished pint, the place had become compromised, with so many immortals so he went to leave. As he got to the door, it opened again and a lady walked in, the familiar pain shot through him another immortal. He gently pushed himself passed her, looking at her in the eyes.

She was a pretty wee thing, not many years under her belt by the looks of it, and not used to the fighting that came with being an immortal, finally he gave her a wink and placed his hand on her shoulder for a brief second. before exiting the building.

He crossed the road and continued to walk down the street away from the pub, he would wait till that evening to introduce himself properly.

Daniel felt the ting of pain too. "It looks like its gonna be a long afternoon, doesn't it? You can relax. I'm not armed." He paused, then chuckled. "Not with my swords, anyway." He flicked his wrist, and a blade flicked out from the long sleeves of his shirt. Daniel inspected the blade carefully, then flicked his wrist again, and the hidden weapon disappeared with a soft shnick. "My name's Daniel Evans. Alias is Michael Evans." He smiled again. "I'll leave you gentlemen to your business then."

It was an abrupt awakening. The alarm sounding even over the gentle music of a traditional Chinese hint. Incessant and rhythmic without fail, the continuous electronic beeping was enough to cause a sever head ache. Luckily, however, for Samuel, the alarm was directly next to his head, on top of the small chest of drawers that was situated beside his large, queensize bed. A simple movement of his arm, much more of a swinging, and the snooze button on the alarm was pressed, stopping that awful sound.

Opening emerald eyes, Samuel looked up at the ceiling above him, laid on his back, thick quilts covering him and his rested on real down pillows. How many times had he awoken now? It was perhaps one too many. A full sixteen hundred years of life often left a man more than a little weary of mornings. Luckily, it was a warm morning, although the sun had not yet risen. Just as he liked it, he would today have the time to watch the sun rise.

Even a life as long as his own could not leave a man weary of the sight of the sun rising above the horizon slowly. Rolling out of bed, it was that thought which drove him to bring his mind to the present, and to the task at hand. In boxer shorts of a dark blue colour, Samuel walked away from the bed, rubbing his eyes with what appeared to be strong hands, knuckles standing out profusely.

His golden skinned body was slight, with a height of only five feet. But, that tiny figure was wrapped in a well toned structure of muscle mass that wasn't ridiculously large, but obviously strong and pretty compacted. It was, even with the grogginess of one just awoken, a rather graceful walk that carried Samuel towards the wardrobe, where he pulled out a rather elegant robe, orange in colour, the traditional garb worn by Shaolin monks.

Donning the garment, Samuel made his way to the balcony that faced to the east, where the sun would rise, and in the direction of his ancient homeland. As he walked past the door, his left hand would lazily reach out, almost subconsciously, to grasp the hilt of the long, straight bladed Chinese sword that was rested against the wall beside the sliding doors that led to the one of many balconies in the mansion.

Reaching the centre of the balcony, Samuel stood still for a moment, his eyes closing as he made mental preparations for the ensuing drills through the different forms of a plethora of sword based Kung Fu styles.

Then, it began.

The sword was drawn in an instant, coming to an immediate strike, as the scabbard was discarded concurrent to the changing of stance into a low one, feet spread wide apart. The sword was then swung upwards as a somersault was performed, the slight man moving then with a grace and speed that was unfathomable. The result of hundreds of years spent training his body to do exactly as he willed it, with perfection. Different stances and forms were performed. Continuing on, in a constant dance of deadly movements, for a little over an hour.

As he went through the various forms, Samuel was lost in memory of his time spent in the temples of Shaolin. Back then, of course, as a young boy, he was known by his original name - Quan Ji Lun - and was unaware of the gift that was his. Immortality. It was strange, when he thought about it, how he had seen the world over, and met many people, yet he would not ever experience what some considered the quintessential of moments - death.

Recently, Samuel had felt a strange resonance in the air. One that spoke of other like himself. He had, of course, in his long life, met other immortals, some had been good, others not quite so. For Samuel, he used his immortality to help those that needed it.

As he stopped his twice daily repetition of forms, he made his way back into the master chamber of the massive house, and knew, deep inside his soul, that he would meet the unusually high amount of immortals he had been recently sensing very soon.

Claudia pushed open the doors of Cadogan Arms, and stood there, facing an immortal who had been about to leave. She stood there looking into his eyes, and was suprised when he gave her a wink. He dropped a hand on her shoulder and gently brushed pass her. She turned to watch him as he went out the door, wondering who he might have been. Claudia turned and stepped inside, moving to the bar to get a drink. She let her eyes wander over the people, trying to spot the immortals amoung the crowd.

It was with some quiet anticipation that Samuel got himself ready for the day ahead. He showered, dried, brushed his teeth, shaved and got dressed rather quickly, all completed within less than an hour. It was now a matter of course, the morning routine. He had done it so often that it required no thought at all.

Throughout the entirety of the morning, the music traditional to his homeland had played, and he enjoyed the serenity it provided. Calming him and helping him to be ready for the likely busy day ahead. A knock on the door to the chamber, leading out to the large corridor on the uppermost floor of the mansion, was heard, and as the crimson silk tie was pushed up to meet the collar of a pristine, perfectly ironed shirt of the purest white, Samuel walked over to the door, grasping the golden handle to open the door.

"G'mornin' sir. I have the schedule for today."

The old man standing before Samuel was the butler of the house, and the most trusted of Samuel's staff. Jing Enterprises was a successful company on the FTSE100, and specialised in computer software for businesses. Varying from off the shelf management systems to fully bespoke accounting packages. The endeavour had earned Samuel quite the fortune.

"They're all cancelled today, Robert. Can you let the relevant parties know, please. I have something important to attend to."

Samuel's voice was an authoritative one, and showed no signs of his Chinese heritage. The past hundred or so years had been spent in this country, and so his accent had dropped. He had, in all honesty, lost track of just how many accents he had gained in the long years he had been alive.

Robert just nodded and went about doing as was requested. Samuel closed the door and donned the black suit jacket that matched his trousers and shoes. Readjusting the ensemble to make sure it was neatly arranged. Being happy with his appearance, the short fellow made his way downstairs, to pick up one of the cars.

Being met by the chauffeur, Samuel quickly informed him that he would be driving himself today. There was no need to be driven to a place where his status would be of little concern to others like himself, who had lived many many lives, and seen generations pass by.

Choosing the most basic of his cars, Samuel hopped into the Lotus Elise, the roof of which was down, perfect for the rather sunny day that the morning was promising thus far. Starting the engine, and feeling nothing but respect for the quietly purring engine, Samuel drove out towards the gates of his estate to follow the feelings he had felt since awakening.

Hopefully, he would, for the first time, meet other immortals today.

Daniel walked down the street, to a parking lot nearby. Flipping out his key, he walked towards a silver Honda Civic, unlocking the door and getting in. Pulling out of the lot, he drove towards the nearby wine merchant, where he stopped to pick up some drinks. As he re-entered the vehicle and drove off towards home, he passed a Lotus Elise. Daniel felt a pang of pain as he passed the car. He eyed the Lotus in his rear view mirror as he passed it.