The Agent's arrival in the town had already been a conversation piece for some of the locals. Both Agents had already presumed this as they continued to explore the town. It wasn't that their cover had been blown, or that their true intentions had been discovered. No, it was that indeed their cover as two officers investigating a case of a "wild" animal had gone as planned. Even if they did stick out like sore thumbs. It was what they had been trained to do. When playing a role, an agent's job is to perform all such tasks, and actions that said role requires. In many ways. Agents were actors who's audience were unaware that they were indulging in a show.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, back at the ruins. Fox and his team were very aware they were not in Kansas anymore. In fact, they were probably in the last place any normal human being would ever like to find their selves in. It was not say that these ruins weren't extraordinarily beautiful and would probably cause said humans to be awestruck their magnificence. Though in reality, by the time said humans were to fully comprehend the ****show they have just walked into. It would be rather too late for them. For you see, eleven ruins only have two things built within and around them. Traps and horrific creatures that patrol said ruins.<br/><br/>"Sir, should we be heading back now?" Inquired one of Fox's squad mates who were positioned at the team's six (back). Fox, who had admitted to himself that this could of been major error in judgement on his part. Decided to give in to the pleads of his squad, and ordered for them to head back. All the while he couldn't shake the feeling that were being watched. Then again, in a place like this. If you weren't careful. You end up as just another missing body in the woods. It took the team about an hour or two to retread back down the path they had followed. He wasn't sure what time it was, or even what day. As in places like those runes, magic has a strong ability to warp the very fabric of the world around you. Distorting, and untimely throwing off the senses. Luckly for his squad, they hadn't spent enough time to fall victims to the magic. That and they were well equipped with special "devices" that were custom tailored for those type of situations.<br/><br/>All the while, the two Agents hadn't wasted any time in interviewing more of the townsfolk. It wouldn't be long until they directed towards one of the local handymen of the town, Christopher. Lock, who now stood near the side of the building he had hammered away at. Called up towards him from below. "Mr. Blake! I was wondering if you had some time to speak with us. I am an officer with Scotland yard, investigating the possible sighting of a wild animal. Some of the locals have told you may be able to help us."<br/><br/>While Lock had addressed the young man, Lou made his way to the local church. To interview the pastor who had reported the possible sighting in the first place. Now there was a funny issue with the concept of religion within the Agency. Some Agents, and yes even strike teams. Were respectfully faithful followers of established religions around the world. There was even a christian based, literally blessed by the catholic church, detachment code named Templar. Same went with a team of trained Buddhists monks, Arabic based detachments, Israeli commando filled squads, and even those of Hindu belief. There were also none standard religious, and possibly..more ancient belief groups in the agency. Yet none the less, there were also Agents who couldn't be dammed with religion, and preferred to just believe we were worm food.<br/><br/>Lou was one of those Agents. "Pastor, I am an officer with Scotland Yard, I am here to ask you about your report."