The pub owner's friendly greetings to the pair of Agents had been noted down by Lock. She could already tell by how the man stood and by the expression on his face. That he was somewhat weary of them, but at the same time would probably be a good start to the case. Lou, who had stood beside his partner, studied some of the layout of the pub. From his experiences of living in rural areas similar to baskerville. He could tell that this place probably served as the main "meeting" hall and probably place of sociability of the residents. Lock had waited no time though as she started to speak in a somewhat rough, but coherent form of a British accent. "Morning sir, me and my partner here two detectives from Scotland yard." She reaches for her badge from her coat pocket, and flips it open to show the pub owner. Lou follows suit and shows his as well.<br/><br/>"We were lookin to see if we could ask you a few questions about the area, and about some reports we have been receiving." Lock was a classically trained bullshitter, who had learned from her years serving multiple "Private contractors". She knew how to describe things, and better yet how to make very convincing. That and her "gifts" allowed her to see things in a way that others could not. Lou on the opposite end was a former MI6 agent who was recruited thanks to the gift of stupidity on his part. Asked too many questions, kind got himself into hot water, and almost got killed for it. Though this was why C.U.L.T recruited him in the first place. Asking dumb questions, and handling bad situations were some of the best traits an agent could have.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the strike team that had arrive before the two agents had been positioned out in the woods beyond the town. Dressed in light kevler, and armed with suppressed firearms. These teams were on a recon only op as ordered. Their goal was to discover the lair, or maybe some type of path this "hell hound" took. All in all it was mainly a simple op, and they didn't plan on starting a fire fight.