The other customs agents reached the men at the boarding gate and one of them spoke.
   "You gentlemen will please come with us.  We believe you may have some contraband in your possession."
   "I assure you," one of the men answered, "we have no contraband."
   "Quite true," The Ancient One remarked, "you can be on your way.  These gentlemen are mistaken. They will come along with us."
   The man who had been speaking looked startled, but said nothing, quickly joined his companion and headed down the ramp to the plane.  The Ancient One stared at the customs officials.  Suddenly another customs official and several police officers appeared.
   "Who in the hell ARE you people?" the customs official snapped.  "You're not any of the people assigned to this location.  Let's see some identification."
   "Two men just got on that plane," one of the others snapped "that must be stopped.  You must listen to me.  You must not obey this man.  He is not who or what he appears to be. Your nation is in immediate danger!"
Before the man could say any more The Ancient One punched him hard, in the face.  The man gave a moan and collapsed.  
   "That will be enough of that!" one of the police officers snapped.  
   The Ancient One turned to the customs official.  "Go to a phone," he snapped, "call operations, code 61, verification George Victor Able.  The right toe is broken!"
   The customs man looked startled then snapped at the police officer "Keep them here a few minutes. I have to make a phone call."  He headed off.  The police officers stood by nervously.  
   "How's your wife, Jeff?"  The Ancient One asked one of them.  "Were the donations for her surgery sufficient?"
   "Not quite," the officer answered, "but the hospital forgave the rest of the debt.  She's doing fine.  The cancer is in complete remission."
   "Good!"  The Ancient One answered.
   The officer looked at him, startled.  "I don't ever recollect meeting you," he remarked. "How did you know about my wife?"
   The Ancient One smiled.  "I know a lot of things," he answered.
   "You must radio ahead," one of the others snapped, "and have them detain those men when they arrive in New York!"
   "New York?" The Ax Man muttered.  He turned and looked at a calendar at a nearby ticket stand.  "September 11th," he muttered.
   "Be quiet!"  The Ancient One snapped.  "There's nothing we can do!"
   The customs agent returned looking very nervous.  "It's all right officer," he snapped, "these people are with the customs service.  They're on an assignment I wasn't briefed on.  You may go."
   The police officers looked bewildered but finally snapped, "O.k.!"  and headed off.  The customs official continued to eye The Ancient One and his companions nervously, and the three others.  He finally managed "Do you need any assistance?"
   "No," The Ancient One replied. "We'll simply take these three with us. We arranged for other authorities that will have jurisdiction to pick them up."
   The customs man nodded.  "I was told to render you any assistance you asked for," he snapped.  "It amazes me how you people just walk in and take over other peoples' areas!  But I've been told to cooperate."
   "And you have done so," The Ancient One assured.  "Now, we must take our prisoners and depart.  Good day, Mr. Holyfield!"
   "Good day!"  The customs man answered.  
   The Ancient One and his companions quickly left the airport, their prisoners in tow showing little interest in flight or struggle.  The Ax Man stopped when they were in a secluded area outside the city, got out of the vehicles they were using and stormed away.  
   "Watch them!"  The Ancient One told Durga.  The Ancient One joined his friend.  
   "We can't do it!"  The Ax Man moaned. "We know what's going to happen.  We have to stop it!  You can't let it just happen. Thousands are going to die!"
   The Ancient One shook his head.  "If we interfere," he answered, "and change history the result will be catastrophic, something far worse will happen.  The Middle East will turn into a blood bath. It will eventually lead to a war that will wipe out 3/4ths of this world's population and leave what's left struggling just to exist!  I know, the temptation is great.  But we have to let things happen the way they did. There's nothing else we can do.  If we interfere we will simply make things far worse than they were.  I know it's hard, but we simply have to do nothing."
   "I can't!" The Ax Man answered, "I can't!"  He picked up his ax and began to swing it about his head.
   The Ancient One extended his hand, the ax suddenly wobbled and dove into the ground.
   "What the....?" The Ax Man cried.  He tried to pick up his weapon but it was as if something had fastened it to the ground.  "My powers!"  he cried.  "My powers are gone!  How?"