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The Lovers

"Down this way, Mr. Atlas,"

Daniel followed the waitress through the dark restaurant, his eyes anywhere but on the women who made every attempt for him to notice her. It was painfully obvious with the way she'd flip her hair and gaze over her shoulder every so often as if it was he who was begging to make her notice him, but by the time he was seated at the modest two person table she'd grown bored of his aloofness.

"May I get you anything to start with?" She asked briskly, obviously tired of her game.

"Just a water please," He replied curtly, and watched as she disappeared inside the crowded room.

Not two years ago had he'd been running down these same streets in New Orleans while CIA agents tried to stop him at any turn. Even then they'd been two steps behind him but he was three steps behind Dylan Rhodes, the one who knew every trick before Daniel even preformed it.

A glass of red wine was set in front of him by the waitress who stared down at him with dark eyes sparking with amusement.

Daniel didn't even blink. "I didn't order this,"

"I know," She flicked her brown hair out of her eyes with an annoyed flick of the wrist. "Compliments of an old friend,"

She was gone again before the magician could say anything else. He was reminded of the girls that used to fawn over him after every show, begging for a trick to be shown or an illusion to be unveiled. Those days weren't now though, those were before the eye.

Suddenly, the something in the murky darkness of the wine moved and Daniel raised a curious eyebrow. What do we have here? Reaching it with a hesitant hand it pulled it closer and gazed down beyond the rim and there it was.

The eye.

. . .

The Hermit

Merritt McKinney was a happy man.

Who wouldn't be sitting in a Las Vegas bar drinking scotch men only dreamed of while the world went by and you didn't have a worry in the world.

People would have thought that the four horsemen would have been on everyone's number one list but the CIA found that the Horsemen were really spies for a French operation that had been terminated before its completion to arrest Thaddus Bradley for theft and would stop at nothing for him to be behind bars. At least, that was the cover story that the CIA had wanted to believe.

So, that left the horsemen free to travel the world and do as they please until the time that they would be called on again, which there most certainly would be.

"Another Scotch sir?" The bartender asked wiping down the shiny mahogany wood counter. Merritt was the only conscious customer inside the place so he was tended to well.

"Why not?" Was his reply, downing his drink and not even breathing heavy. He was celebrating anyway. "And the check please?"

Tonight was, like every other night, that Merritt spent free to do with as he pleased while he's brother sat in a five by five cell with concrete walls and bars on his door. It hasn't been hard to track down his brother with the help of the eye and they assured that all the money stolen, including his own, was returned.

"Your check," The bartender handed over the scotch on the rocks that glowed under the bright fluorescent lights, a receipt, and a pen.

With a salute to the man Merritt wrote his signature and prepared to slide it over to the man when he felt something underneath the paper. Curiously, he flipped it over and his blue eyes shone with amusement while he let out a loud laugh.

Guess they were getting called earlier then he thought.

. . .

Death

"It's never really that easy you know?"

Jack Wilder walked through his third story apartment in New York City with ease, one hand cradling a phone against his ear the other around the handle of a bright red coffee mug.

"I never know what's next," He was talking to a reporter who was doing an article about the rising star Jack Wilder, a young magician who'd gone from a nobody on the streets of Seattle to one of the most chronically acclaimed writers of his generation. "Or what's waiting around the corner,"

That was one of the first things he'd learned in magic. Expect the unexpected. Being a member of the eye had helped him realize that too.

He still talked to his fellow horsemen now and then, though things had never really changed with anyone. Daniel was still the control freak, Henley still wild and funny and Merritt just like to mess with their heads, but even through that, they were the four horsemen through and through.

"I'm not sure what my next book will be about," Jack had only written two about the madness that magic and colorfully written tales that he'd edited to make sound a lot less familiar then they actually were from his adventures of running from the police and ruining the lives of men and women who deserved it. "You should expect the unexpected."

He sat down on his leather couch and leaved back with a smile. His apartment was a mix of his new life and his old. Bright new appliances, soft unused furniture, but old pasting cards and matches among the madness of his home. He reached for the remote when the television sizzled on, glowing silver then fading to black without Jack touching it.

Oh boy, he smiled as the symbol took place on the screen. The eye.

"I'm gonna have to call you back,"

. . .

The High Priestess

Henley gazed at herself in the floor length mirror of her hotel room and smiled. She'd picked out a bright red cocktail dress that clung to her curves and made her auburn curls look brighter. Added with a pair of black strap heels and some make up, she was ready for her meeting with Danny.

Despite what Merritt had told her on many occasions, she was still against the thought of being the potential, well whatever it was he had, of Daniel Atlas.

Although, she thought amusedly, arranging her curls so they fell around her shoulders in a graceful waterfall. That doesn't mean I can't give him something to look at.

Henley was in New Orleans for business. After their last act of the four horsemen and joining the eye she'd been working with various modeling agencies as a photographer and was scouting for her next location. The fact that Daniel was here and asked her to dinner was just purely coincidental.

She turned away from her mirror and moved toward the nightstand next to the floor to ceiling windows of her fifth floor hotel suite. From this height she could see all of New Orleans glowing beneath her. It seemed like a life time ago that she and the boys had pulled a trick against the man who thought he was their benefactor not their target.

Gotta stay ahead, Henley remembered. Always stay ahead.

She must have been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the lights of the city blinking so rapidly. When she did notice it she shook her head as if it was just a trick of the light but they continued to blink rapidly until finally they all blacked out completely.

Strange, she thought, crossing her arms. I thought-

Lights gleamed bright once more and Henley couldn't stop the smile on her lips when she saw that they formed the symbol of the secret magicians that used their magic to balance out the inequality of the world, a bright gleaming eye. Her smile kept growing because she knew this was another adventure and it was starting out just like the last one had, with an eye as their direction and a leap of faith.