He was almost ready to move again. The problem of living longer than everyone else in the world, was a need to move every fifteen to twenty-five years. That was usually the time frame in which people started noticing that he didn't seem to age.

He had used his contacts in the several different criminal organizations, and one of his legitimate government contacts, to get his new identity ready. His new ID would stand up to scrutiny from foreign governments, as it was legitimate. It had cost him enough to make it so.

He had already accepted a post in the United States as a language and history teacher, in a private school. He had to laugh at that. Not only did he have flawless credentials proclaiming him qualified to teach languages and history, but he knew more languages than were listed on his so called resume, and had lived the history he was qualified to teach.

The name he would be going by now, was Juris Kristaps. This was Latvian for George Christopher. Having gotten his new ID firmly settled and all the appropriate paperwork in place for his move to the US, there was only one thing left to do.

This was how he had found himself in France, tracking down the cell of a terrorist group that had caused the death of a family that he had grown to love over the past few years. Monika Saule and her two children had been killed by a terrorist bomb going off on a train they had been riding.

He had decided to take vengeance on those who had perpetrated this act of violence, with his own brand of violence. Utilizing a number of his underground contacts, he had gotten the names and locations of those involved.

Finally, sixty-two days after the incident, he was ready to exact his retribution. He was hiding in the shadows, in a quiet residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Paris. He was dressed in dark clothing, but that was not what was keeping him from being noticed.

He had developed some special abilities over the past thousand years. One of these was his ability to fade into backgrounds, and remain unnoticed, much like a chameleon. Since he was wearing clothing, he had decided his ability was not limited to his skin, but had to do with a person's perception, or maybe his ability to wrap light around himself.

Somehow he was able to convince people around him, that he was not there. This ability had saved his life on numerous occasions in the past. He had first noticed he could do this, in the fifteenth century.

He shook his head and concentrated on the house across from him. It was a well-maintained place, set back from the street, so as to have a bit of privacy. He had already done a reconnaissance of the place over the last week and a half.

He knew that there would be four people within the house. Usually only one person left at a time, if anyone was going to leave. They all came out from time to time, but stayed on the property behind the six-foot high privacy walls.

He chose his time and moved quickly towards the wall and jumped. While he could not fly, he did seem to have the ability control how gravity affected his body. He jumped and sailed over the wall landing lightly on the other side. He crouched and waited to see if he had been seen or heard.

Nothing.

It was almost impossible for him to maintain his ability of not being seen, when he was using an alternate ability. He did not know why. Perhaps it was a concentration problem, or that he could not multi-task efficiently enough. In any case, he could not use more than one talent at a time, except when he was in close proximity to a target... very close.

He reached out with his mind, and was satisfied with what he found. Inside the house one person was awake, as usual. The other three were in that state he had learned to recognize as sleep. Now all he had to do was wait for this guard to come outside for one of his cigarette breaks.

He did not have long to wait. The guard came out and lit a cigarette. While the guard was not obviously armed, Juris took no chances. Using his ability to remain unseen, he slowly moved up to the guard, and slugged him with a blackjack.

Juris caught the guard as he was falling, and carried him into the house. He took out the plastic ties he had brought, and quickly secured the guard after relieving him of a knife and a pistol.

One down, and three to go. He was just getting ready to check the first bedroom, where he could 'feel' someone sleeping, when another door down the hall opened. He quickly and quietly moved into the bedroom he had been going towards, and closed the door most of the way, leaving it open a crack.

That was another problem with his 'talents'. If he was concentrating on one person, he lost his connection with the others. Still, his abilities gave him great advantage over other people. He looked out through the crack of the door and saw the leader, the man who had ordered the bombing. He had memorized this man's face from a photo his contact had given him.

He turned and looked at the man on the bed. He 'reached' out with his mind, and touched something in the man's head. The effect was immediate. The man on the bed arched his back, and his mouth drew back in a grimace of pain. Yet he did not scream. Only a small whimper escaped his mouth. The man on the bed lay tense and rigid, unable to do other than to endure incredible agony.

"Think about the innocents you have harmed while you suffer in silence. This is just the beginning of your pain, you scum," Juris told the quietly suffering man in Arabic.

Juris quickly moved through the house and shortly had the other two in the same condition as the man in the first bedroom. He carried everyone to the living room and placed them so they could see each other.

He quickly secured their arms behind their backs with plastic ties then released them from their pain. They immediately relaxed and started gasping for breath, breathing much easier, now.

Juris brought out a photo of his friend Monika, and her two children. He showed it to the mastermind of this cell, and instructed the man to look at it.