Alistair rode home slowly, thinking about his uncharacteristic show of emotion.<span style="font-style: italic">I like her... and I'm not sure why.</span>he thought as he approached his apartment. He parked his bike and walked up the stairs.<span style="font-style: italic">And I KNOW she's a werewolf. But so unlike one I've ever met. She's sweet and flirtatious, smart and funny. And I sense there's a certain sensitivity to her... a reluctance to her station in life...</span>Alistair closed the door to his apartment and undressed, then went to bed.<br/><br/>He woke up a few hours later, after the sun had risen. He dressed back in his uniform and left his home, riding back to HeadQuarters, which was in a bigger building. When he arrived, he saw Nigel standing there, waiting for him. Alistair parked his bike, walked up to Nigel, and said, "Since when do you get here before I do?" "Only when you stay up late at your little hidy-hole mate." he replied. They walked into the large building together. The HeadQuarters building had many different Offices in it. The Werewolf Hunters of course, as well as the City of London Police and some high profile Private Detectives, including a young up-and-comer by the name of Sherlock Holmes. There was also the private office of Prince Christopher. He held private meetings in there every now and then. As they walked down the stairs to the Werewolf Hunters HQ, they passed by a fellow dressed in an odd uniform. "That bloke looks American to me." Nigel said. Alistair shrugged and said, "Maybe."<br/><br/>They entered their office and sat down across the desk from their commander, Commander Niles Berkley. "Gentlemen, I have new orders for you. You will no longer be be reporting in to me. Instead, you'll be heading Upstairs. The Prince Himself." "Wait, what?! No sir, I'm not doing that. I got into this job for one thing, to kill werewolves. I'm gonna be some bloody puppet for some princely wanker!" Alistair roared. "Listen here Alistair. This comes from the Prince Christopher himself. There's no disobeying. Besides, I'm sure you'll still be killing werewolves. Calm down." Commander Berkley sighed. Nigel stayed quiet, uncomfortable in the shadow of Alistair's anger. "Here are your transfer papers." Berkley said as he handed them each of their papers. "Now get your arse's upstairs and report in." Alistair snatched his papers out of Berkley's hand and stormed out of the office. He headed up and roughly shoulder's some people out of the way. Alistair glanced back and saw that Nigel followed him quickly, fidgeting with his papers. He took a deep breath, then opened the door to Prince Christopher's office. He saw the queerly dressed man sitting down across from the Prince, and sat next to him, with Nigel taking the third seat. The Prince stood up, leaned forward, placed his hands on the table and splayed his fingers. "Now that we've all arrived, this is why I've gathered you here."