Highlander: The Search for Vengeance Page #3

And they own the whole damn city.

Those bastards also control the vaccine.

Fewer get sick underground. It betters our chances.

Dahlia!

You're back.

Doc, how's Cerul doing?

Not good.

Without vaccine...

...she doesn't have a chance.

The virus is killing her.

This is the guy all the commotion's about?

That's him.

Home.

Come on in.

Scotch, gin, bourbon...

Help yourself.

Why did you bring me here?

Can't you guess?

Most of my customers look like Freddy.

Let's just say...

...I'll give you the house discount.

Why don't you take it easy?

You don't seem like the shy type.

You like what you see?

Come on, it's free. Whatever you want...

Why don't you tell me the real reason why I'm here?

No big deal. I just need a little help.

Yeah, right.

Hey, wait. I need your help.

Will you just hold on a minute?

I want you to help me break into the tower and steal some vaccine.

We lost our source inside. They killed him.

People are dying. Don't you care?

No, I don't.

Wait!

Wow, that didn't work.

This is all it takes.

Now, let us build our perfect world together.

Yo!

Hey!

I will make your dreams come true.

Please, just stop.

All in a world of safety, beauty and prosperity.

I got money, I can pay you.

Your obedience is all it takes.

Marcus!

Come, let us build our perfect world together.

What?! Don't tell me you know him?

He's the a**hole that owns us.

What is this?

Hey, on your feet, dog!

Who're you?

Get up!

Bring him to me.

Why have you come here?

Answer me!

You crucified Moya!

Moya...

What a pity to waste such beauty.

She was yours then?

I'll tell you what...

Kill me and you live.

Cut him loose.

I'll do it!

Leave him!

He's mine.

He lies on holy ground.

You are a lucky bastard!

Well...

...it took you long enough.

Are you a sorcerer?

No.

No, I'm just a spirit.

I was once a druid priest and I was called Amergan.

Where are you going?

To kill a Roman.

Aren't you at least mildly curious as to why you still live?

I'm healed!

You, my friend, are immortal.

You will live forever.

Unless someone cuts off your head.

Oh, and I'd lay down that sword if I were you.

Well, if I'm immortal then what have I got to worry about?

Pain.

Pain still hurts.

Are we ready to listen?

We have much to discuss.

You have been given a rare gift.

You will live to see civilizations rise and fall.

You will know a thousand joys...

...and a thousand heartaches.

My friend...

...the Romans have gone.

What?!

Gone where?

There are other immortals like yourself.

When they draw close you'll feel them just like you felt Marcus.

Where is he?!

Tell me, tell me!!

He will take your head and your quickening.

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