Grayson lay still in the wet grass, silently observing the house in the distance. His target was in there somewhere, awaking soon to cause yet more havoc on the world that Grayson held dear. He low-ered his binoculars and rubbed his fore-head in a vain attempt to keep the rain from his eyes. Both his overcoat and hat where soaked through, a testament to the amount of time he had waited for the right moment to strike.

At last, a light came on in the old house. Grayson's target was awake. Feeling more inspired to rid the world of the menace in the house, Grayson rose to his feet and leapt the small fence that divided the roadside from the yard. As he approached the old structure, he became aware of the times the house must have faced. It had obviously been a farm house in its better days, and it reminded Grayson of just how much life had changed since he had discovered that mankind was threatened by a number of ancient evils that lurked at the edge of Earth dimension. Life had been simple for him, a soldier in the war against drugs in one of the metroplexes. He had been good too, a skilled negotiator, a crack shot and an incisive investigator, but that all had changed the day his team had encountered that strange creature in an abandoned warehouse. The thing had attacked them ripping them apart in seconds. He had only been knocked out himself, and was lucky to alive today. He was thankful that the creature obviously leaving him for dead.

But since that time he had been driven to hunt down and destroy all that was threatening his world. And so far, he had been most effective at it, all his skills needed to defeat monsters and creatures worse than his wildest nightmares. And now one more would be destroyed. Grayson reached the house; the light he had seen now blocked out by the front of the house. Grayson knew that his target was in the kitchen area of the house, situated in the rear. Pressing his back to side of the house, Grayson reached into his jacket and drew his Colt Commandant. Ready-ing himself with two deep steady breaths, Grayson began to inch his way around the side of the house. He knew he needn't be scared, but his body was not listening to his crystal clear mind.

There is only one of them he reminded himself. That much he knew for sure.

Slowly but surely, he made his way to the back door of the house, crouching as he past the windows. His target was definitely in the kitchen. He could hear the rustle of paper, then the sound of a drawer being opened then closed again. Closing his eyes for a brief second, Grayson composed himself and then he surged towards the backdoor. His shoulder hit it, cracking the frame.

"Oh my God...." came a cry from in the kitchen.

The door came loose and Grayson forced his way in the room, gun ready. At the far end of the room stood a large oak table, set ready for breakfast. A startled middle aged man sat at the table, a newspaper at his feet, dropped in shock. He had obviously not expected the early morning visit. Grayson paced the room, keeping his eyes on the man. This was his target; this man was part of a greater evil.

The man just sat there agog that someone would interrupt his breakfast, especially an intruder with a gun. Stopping some five paces from the table, Grayson glanced towards the other exit to the kitchen to make sure that no one else was going to ambush him. When he looked back at the man Grayson had changed, his normally brown eyes now blazing red. The seated man almost squealed in surprise, terror freezing him. What was this man, what did he want?

Grayson spoke, but with a voice that no man could have ever used. Rather a high pitched sound which seemed to be made up of a number of many lesser individual voices.

"Well my good Doctor, you look well..." the words repeating immediately afterwards, like an echo from some where deep inside Grayson's body.

"Now I guess you are wondering what I want with such a well respected man like yourself." Again the words echoed, and his eyes glowed even brighter.

The Doctor nodded slowly, still stunned from the entrance of the stranger.

"Well then ... you thought you would escape my view helping those people from the city, now didn't you? You thought that they could help you finish that gateway. Come now, tell me the truth."

"I...I...I... didn't tell them anything" blurted the Doctor.

"Don't lie to me, Doctor. I am all seeing… I am a God in your world" The Grayson figure smiled.

"Never mind you shall pay... they shall pay..." the echo louder now. "Time to say 'Goodnight Doctor'!"

"Nooooo...." the Doctor screamed. Grayson pulled the trigger and lead death rained from the Colt. The Doctor's body collapsed in the chair and then slumped forward riddled with bullets. Grayson shook his head. The target was dead. But like all the other times he had killed since that incident in the Warehouse, he had no recollection of ever pulling the trigger. Never mind. Another minion of evil was dead.

Tomorrow the papers might be re-porting the murder of a well-respected doctor and scientist... but Grayson knew the truth.