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[my_barge_again]

Following this...

Mac wandered for a long while after leaving Anya's shop. He got several blocks away before he realized he not only had no idea even where to begin looking, but that he still hadn't felt the presence of another Immortal to at least give him a clue. He sighed. Not to mention the fact that Anya had probably called to warn all of

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[reallyoldguy]

It was not the time to drink. It was the time to prepare. To make strategiesand counter strategies and then counter counter strategies. Or, there was always his standard response to unforseen dilemmas, perfected over many centuries.

Do nothing.

And doing nothing was always best served with a nice cold lager.

Unfortunately a wave of Presence greeted him as he stepped into one of his favored alehouses that had a favored brew on tap.

And it wasn't just any Presence. No.

"MacLeod."

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Duncan groaned as he felt the familiar Presence hit him. Of course. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Why did he expect any less? Couldn't a guy just go and get a damned beer in peace? Or several, even? Guh, his head hurt too much to deal with this now. Anya probably had her spies out looking for him, and lucky him, who should appear first?

He looked up at the newcomer, his face a mask.

"Adam, I presume? Or was there something else you'd prefer to be called now? John Doe, maybe?"

[reallyoldguy]

"John Doe? No, but that does have a certain appeal. I'll have a set of papers made up for that identity at my next convenience," Methos chuckled, pulling out the chair from across MacLeod to lounge in. He ordered his beer with a wave at the waitress, pretty thing. Beth? Betty? Beatrice? Something with a B. His eyes went back to MacLeod.

"It's Ben, presently."

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Duncan laughed - he'd missed the easy banter with Methos. Adam. No, apparently now it was Ben. Huh. Okay. "I'm sure you will." He eyed Methos, pointing at him across the table. "I'm not paying for that."

He leaned back in the chair, tipping it onto its back legs, rocking slowly, sipping his latest beer thoughtfully. "So, Ben," smirking, "what brings you to this fine establishment?" He waved his hand at their surroundings. "Surely you're not going to try to tell me that this is all just some sort of grand coincidence?"