Oct 24, 2007 22:36
I'm just trying this one on for size, it's really me looking for a beta, so any and all comments gratefully received.
Disclaimer: It isn't mine, none of it. I just love the characters so I'm playing with them a while, no harm intended.
Summary: It's 1976 and Tremayne has decided it's finally time to retire from Nemesis....
Retirement
Tremayne leaned back in his chair and sighed. “I’m getting too old for this game,” he said, “That’s why I’ve decided to retire. As my longest serving agents I wanted you three to be the first to know.”
He was addressing the three people seated opposite him: Craig Sterling, Sharon McReady and Richard Barrett. The Champions, endowed with the qualities and skills of superhumans. Qualities and skills, both physical and mental, to the peak of human performance. Gifts given to them by the unknown race of people from a lost city in Tibet. Gifts that are a secret to be guarded, a secret that enables them to use their powers to their best advantage as the champions of law order and justice.
The Champions regarded their boss and digested the news. It was no great shock, as Tremayne was certainly of retirement age, but they were all fond of him.
“We’ll be sorry to see you go sir,” Richard said.
“Yes, but you deserve to relax after all you’ve done,” Sharon said.
“The place won’t be the same without you,” Craig added with a smile.
“You know, it’s funny, but you don’t look any older than the day I met you, any of you,” Tremayne said, a wicked gleam in his eye. He had suspected his three favourite agents were hiding a secret for many years now, but he never said anything about his suspicions beyond occasional comments when they did something truly extraordinary.
“Rose tinted spectacles sir, I’ve certainly got more grey hairs than I did,” Richard said, thinking quickly.
“Yeah, nobody goes ten years without changing at all,” Craig concurred.
“Of course, you’re right. You’d best get back to whatever you were doing,” Tremayne said. The three rose and left the room.
As they walked down the corridor, Sharon said,
“He’s right you know. We haven’t aged a day.”
The two men stopped and looked at her critically, then each other.
“I suppose we haven’t,” Richard agreed.
“I guess I never paid much attention before, but you’re right, Sharon,” Craig said.
“Do you think it’s because of our abilities?” she asked.
“Well, it would make sense. I mean, think about it. We’ve all survived injuries that should have killed us,” Richard replied.
“Do you think we might live forever?” Sharon asked, shocked; really only thinking aloud.
“I’ve never considered it, I have absolutely no idea,” Richard replied.
“I know someone who would,” Craig said.
“Yes, but we have no way of finding that old monk, or even that city. All we know is it’s in Tibet somewhere. It could take years,” Richard said, “If we ever found it at all.”
“Well,” Craig said, “Time seems to be the one thing we have plenty of.”
TBC?
I have ideas of this becoming a Highlander crossover set now, but I wanted to see how many people know The Champions and were responsive to the idea first. All comments gratefully received.
fic,
the champions