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Written by Rayne
Chapter 1, how we got them up there"So do any of you guys know what's going on? asked Duncan Macleod.
"I don't know." replied a man of about 50 with gray hair and a gray beard.
"Your guess is as good as mine." said a British man of about 27 with short cropped brown hair.
They walked into an office and noticed a large leather chair facing a window and there were some interesting things on the hard oak desk. There was a slinky and a rubber like cow with a "squeeze me" sign on him. On the wall was a picture of a dragon with the word Nela under it. Two alien posters and a large midnight black swivel chair with a custom white cushion.
"Looks like some kinda sick twisted person decorated this place." Methos said.
"Either that or they had no taste in furniture." remarked Joe with a small stifled laugh.
"I resent that!" I cried from my chair. I turned and faced the three gentlemen. "If you three are going to complain about my taste maybe we should look at your guys," I pointed at Joe, "you have this nasty looking shirt that you wear open. I'm not saying your not an attractive guy, but there are some things you shouldn't wear." Now pointing to Duncan, "You are hot but damn you shouldn't wear those Mister Roger's sweaters. Now that biker like outfit was hot. What ever happened to that? Oh well I'll find it." Now I pointed to Methos, "Your so hot but what is with those sweaters??!! I mean that boxer scene was magnifica . Boy you have it going on, I must get rid of those things." I picked up a small tape recorder and pressed record. "Mental note get rid of nasty shirt and sweaters and find some groovy clothes for them." I turned off the recorder and looked up at the guys with an almost sinister smile.
"Who are you and why are we here!" Duncan cried.
"How old are you? You don't even look old enough to be out of highschool! Methos screamed
"Well to answer your questions Mac.."
"Mr. Macleod to you!"
"MAC! My name is Rayne. The answer to your second question is your here to make a business deal. Now to answer your questions Methos...."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!!"
"All in due time. Now I'm 16 and I'm still in highschool. If you gentlemen would please take a seat we can get down to business."
"You want me to sit it that!" Duncan pointed towards the black swivel chair.
"Ummm.... yeah."
"It's ugly! It's horrendous!" Mac screamed.
"This coming from a man who can't make a decent espresso." I screamed back
"But..."
"Hey you started it"
"Pain in the butt teenager."
"Excuse me you arrogant Scottish arse!"
"Could we please get.." Joe started.
The phone rang. "Hello... I'm working on it.... uh huh..... Ummm I'm gonna say no...... He's what?.... how can he sue?.... Oh please he's alive isn't he. He wasn't mortally injured was he? NO.... oh I could see where that could be a problem...Well get him to the station and I'll take care of it.... he won't feel a thing...kill him?... I can't confirm or deny. I gotta go! Bye!" I slammed the phone down and looked at the men. "Okay lets get down to business. We want you to come to our space station."
"Space station!" The three men said at the same time.
"That was so cool! I can't believe you guys did that at the same time!"
"Anyway..." Joe said
"Oh yeah sorry. Okay mi amigas and I want you three to come to our station. Joe, you would run our bar and blues band. Duncan you would run our dojo like thing. Methos you would be our historian."
"Why would we want to do that?" asked Joe.
"Why not? I asked
"It sounds interesting sign me up." Methos said.
"Goody, Joe?"
"Well I guess I could...."
"Great, Duncan?"
"NO!"
"Why not, Mac? It sounds fun." asked Methos.
"It sounds weird and crazy!" cried Mac.
"Party Pooper! It would be fun please please please please!" I pleaded. "Aw come on. We don't bite!" and under my breath,"Not hard at least."
"Excuse me?" Methos asked.
"Nothing! Please Mac! Come on would you rather face Cassie-ho.."
"Cassie-ho?" Joe asked.
"Cassandra, I meant Cassandra. Come on Mac! Think about it no more taxes, no more door to door sales men, no more pesky immortal dropping by unannounced."
Duncan looked around and closed his eyes, "I guess."
"Yahoo! Now I'll give you the address where to meet me at and we are off to the station." I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a rubber ducky. "Now what are you doing in there? Oh well" I tossed it across the room.
With a raised eyebrow Methos asked, "You have a rubber ducky?"
"Ah! So I'm weird aren't we all"
I finally found the cards with the addresses on them and handed them to the guys.
"Well we'd better go get ready." Joe said.
They left the office and closed the door. After making sure they were gone, I dialed the stations phone number.."Break out the 'ritas it's party time, and get ready for a conga line."
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