Alistair walked away from Nigel and Mike, heading home. He spent the entirety of the day cleaning his weapons and pressing his uniform. He gathered his ammunition as well, loading his revolver with silver bullets, and putting some spares in a ammo pouch. Alistair ate lunch, then decided to read. Afterward, he ate dinner. All in all, his day greatly uneventful. As the sun set he changed and gathered his weaponry, and headed out the door.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, this should be a very interesting night. Especially since I have no idea what this Mike bloke can do.</span>he thought as he walked back to the Headquarters building.<br/><br/>As he approached, Alistair noticed the full moon.<span style="font-style: italic">This is a dangerous night for a werewolf fight...</span>he mused. He then saw three figures standing outside of the building, and once he was spotted, one came walking quickly up to him, obviously nervous. Nigel came into view and said, "That Mike fellow has seen fit to include a girl in our mission. A witch. I don't know who he thinks he is. Honestly..."<span style="font-style: italic">This prick isn't giving me a very good first impression</span>Alistair fumed. He walked up to Mike and said, "Just who do you think you are<span style="font-style: italic">Mike</span>? Our first mission from our bloody<span style="font-style: italic">Prince</span>, and you see fit to include an outsider in it." Mike started to say, "Well I thought we could use a..." but was cut off as Alistair continued. " I don't bloody care what you thought. Yes we're autonomous from the Prince. But right now, we are still in London, still under his gaze, his direct command. Out in the field, you use whatever assets you can, but you don't bloody well tell them what you're doing." Mike looked a little angry now, " Who said I told her anything? I met her my first day here and she just wants to come along and help. What the hell is your problem?" Alistair got in Mike's face. "My problem is that you are including an unknown person into a very sensitive and secret mission. We three we chosen for a reason. You think the Prince wants some Russian outcast working under his command?" Alistair turned to the women in question as she was about to speak. "I don't want to hear one word from you. You are not coming with us. I will not allow it. And yes, I can tell you're Russian. You don't exactly blend in." He turned back to Mike. " I'll give you 5 minutes to get rid of your trollop and then we'll be on our way." Alistair grabbed Nigel's arm and pulled him away, leaving Mike and the Russian alone.<br/><br/>Five minutes passed and they were on their way, the women staying behind. Mike was clearly ticked off at Alistair, and Nigel was visibly wary of the two of them. Nigel and Alistair recovered their motorcycles from the garage, and Mike grabbed a spare one owned by the Werewolf Hunters. "I'm impressed you know how to ride one of these, being a Yank and all." Alistair shouted above the roar of the three bikes. Mike just grunted. "I say this because America is behind technologically is all. From what I know, there aren't many over there." Mike was quiet as they rode into the night.<br/><br/>They approached the driveway to Gideon Maestas' estate. They shut off their engines and silently coasted as far as their bikes would go, then dismounted and hid their bikes in the nearby shrubbery. Alistair turned to his two compatriots. "Ok, I've been here before, so follow me. Once we're inside the compound, we'll split up and search for Gideon. Understood?" Nigel and Mike nodded, and Alistair led the way. They snuck across the grounds with their rifles drawn. Mike whispered, "Where are the guards?" "I'm... not sure..." Alistair responded. They made it inside with nary a person spotted, climbing in through a different unlocked window. "Ok, split up and be careful. We don't know for sure that they're werewolves, but I believe they are. If in doubt, shoot first. We'll meet back here in about twenty minutes and report what we've found. Now let's go." With that, they split up. Alistair headed toward a large door, that, when opened, had stairs that appeared to lead into the basement.