Though The Ancient One was resting there were some things personal that he had had in the works for a long time that he would allow no one to handle. He and his female companion flew to a major city and made their way to its outskirts. A car was waiting on a side road. The Ancient One stopped, waved. The car started and headed for a small park. It pulled in, flashed its lights, then shut everything off. A few moments later another car entered the park, stopped a short ways off, left its lights on, and two men got out. They walked up to the other car and its occupant got out.
"Well, Bobby," one of the men from the fancy car cried, "where is he? Which one of your sons did you bring? You know the rules. You testified against the society! You put five of its members in prison. We can't allow that. If you give us one of your sons we'll leave the others alone. But payment must be made. Who did you bring?"
"Well, actually," the man from the other car answered, "I brought an old friend, instead! He's had dealings with The Fellowship before. He's put me under his protection so he wanted to handle this matter personally."
The Ancient One came up behind the two men and grabbed each of them by the back of the neck. They began to struggle violently, but couldn't break The Ancient One's grip.
"Thank you very much, Bobby!" The Ancient One snapped, "You can go home now. Your services are no longer required, and it's best you don't witness what occurs next."
Durga went to the back of Bobby's car, opened the trunk, and took out a gas can. Bobby smiled, nodded, and got in his car and drove away.
"Well, well!" The Ancient One said sarcastically, "Two big brawny agents of The Fellowship! Durga, will you be so kind as to take their playthings and their identification and rip the license plates off the car?"
Durga took the men's pistols, their wallets, and, cell phone, then went and ripped the license plates off the car. "Of course the society's been so kind as to remove all serial numbers from your vehicle so it can't be identified. Without the license plates they won't have a prayer. Durga!" The Ancient One nodded to the car, Durga smiled, took the gas can, rolled down the windows in the car, and drenched the inside with the gasoline, then hurled the can with such force that it would land several miles away.
"All set!" she snapped, "Ready for the barbecue!"
The Ancient One released one of his victims and slapped him on the back. He crumpled to the ground. Then he repeated the process with the other one. Durga picked the first one up and carried hiim to the far side of the car. The Ancient One got the other one and put him in the driver's seat.
"There!" The Ancient One remarked, "They look comfy for their last ride. Oh! We mustn't forget their bells!"
He took a chain from around the man's neck that had a silver bell on it. Durga retrieved the other one. The Ancient One shut the door. "Sorry about this!" he remarked, "but fire is the best way of getting rid of trash like you! Demons won't feed on bodies that are burning."
He kicked the rear bumper of the car. It shot across the park, down an embankment, and smashed into some large rocks, then instantly burst aflame.
"Oh, you so enjoy being nasty to these guys!" Durga chuckled.
"These particular ones always give me a certain enjoyment!" The Ancient One admitted. "Come on! The Society will be meeting. Let's pay them a visit!"
They flew off and landed outside a building that had an ornate bell hanging in its central plaza. The Ancient One took on a human appearance and Durga lost her armor. They came up to a door. The Ancient One pressed a button, held up his bell, and struck it with his finger. A recorded voice remarked "Identified!" Durga followed suit, and the voice again announced recognition. They went down a long hall, and entered a lobby. A man sitting at the desk looked up.
"You're not the team that's supposed to be returning!" he remarked. Before he could make a move, Durga shot across the library. She picked up a pen off the counter and with incredible force drove it into the man's forehead! His eyes widened, he leaned back, and his arms fell to his side.
"Good old Bics!" Durga giggled giving the pen another slap.
"And you don't even need a rifle to shoot them out of!" The Ancient One laughed.
They went to the elevator and went to the top floor. There were heavy doors at the end of the hall, but with little effort The Ancient One ripped them off their hinges and sent them flying down the hall. Two guards charged them but were hurled away with little effort, to crash against the walls. There was a circular table with eighteen men sitting at it, each of whom had a bell before him. One of them looked up and sighed.
"You!" he moaned. "What do you want?"

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