Mike Kitterly in his U.S. Army uniform(m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.google.com/imgres?start=228&amp;um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;sa=X&amp;biw=1366&amp;bih=556&amp;addh=36&amp;tbm=isch&amp;tbnid=s_x2F0jOBMqI7M:&amp;imgrefurl=http://fineartamerica.com/featured/union-civil-war-soldier-reloading-randy-steele.html&amp;docid=he0iUUAuYVOHwM&amp;imgurl=http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium/union-civil-war-soldier-reloading-randy-steele.jpg&amp;w=500&amp;h=700&amp;ei=PTzlT5XXN4qm8ATH3NioAQ&amp;zoom=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=505&amp;vpy=170&amp;dur=85&amp;hovh=266&amp;hovw=190&amp;tx=103&amp;ty=135&amp;sig=105017402962420781594&amp;page=14&amp;tbnh=162&amp;tbnw=119&amp;ndsp=19&amp;ved=1t:429,r:9,s:228,i:140">http://www.google.com/imgres?start=228&amp; ... :228,i:140</a>m) stepped down from the Trans-Atlantic airship at London after its trip from Boston, with a blue duffel bag in had filled with all sorts of devices of death. On his hip in a leather holster was his Colt Single Action Army revolver(m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;biw=1366&amp;bih=556&amp;tbm=isch&amp;tbnid=4l9YdRaSXsfzfM:&amp;imgrefurl=http://deadliestfiction.wikia.com/wiki/File:Colt_Model_1873_Single_Action_Army_Cavalry_Revolver_44.jpg&amp;docid=lvGISRSfIDorHM&amp;imgurl=http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101119043205/deadliestfiction/images/c/cf/Colt_Model_1873_Single_Action_Army_Cavalry_Revolver_44.jpg&amp;w=1024&amp;h=473&amp;ei=gz3lT7v4LIK29QT_mdGJAQ&amp;zoom=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=346&amp;vpy=214&amp;dur=854&amp;hovh=152&amp;hovw=331&amp;tx=192&amp;ty=83&amp;sig=105017402962420781594&amp;page=1&amp;tbnh=109&amp;tbnw=237&amp;start=0&amp;ndsp=10&amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0,i:103">http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&amp;hl=en ... ,s:0,i:103</a>m) he was authorized to carry anywhere, its 45 Caliber Long Colt cartridges could even stop a werewolf in its tracks. Mike was summoned to England for his past combat experince fighting Indian Tribes and vampires, he's not sure who hired him but they paid for his trip and promised they'd pay in gold so he wasn't complaining too much about being kept in the dark. Mike looked around at all the fancy clothes, vehicles, and machines in London, very few cities were like London in America, only Boston, New York, and Philidelphia came close to what London looked like, America for the most part was still a backwater nation similar to the Russian Empire. Mike walked down the streets of London with people giving him odd looks, a few were openly hostile, probably mistaking him for a Frenchman because of his blue uniform. On the wall he saw many anti-French propaganda posters, usually a cartoon of the French king made to look like a very slim man with long claws and pointed teeth biting a chunk out of the world and the caption "Stop the monster before he makes a meal of England" as possibly a reference to France's colonial gains in Africa. Not that England already controls twenty-five percent of the world but most British tend to overlook that reality when France is right across the English channel.<br/><br/>Mike walked into the hotel his client paid for him to stay in, it was probably one of the fanciest hotels in London, it was probably where they kept ambassadors and other important people. The people there gave him odd looks aswell along the lines of "Whats that Yankee commoner doing here", Mike just ignored them and helped himself to the free food. From behind Mike he heard a woman's voice with a slight Russian accent, "What are you doing here?". Mike turned around with a bit of chicken hanging out of his mouth to be greeted by a strange looking woman(m<a class="postlink" href="http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=803400">http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=pos ... &amp;id=803400</a>m), Mike slurped the chicken into his mouth so he could talk, this made the woman giggle. "Whats a common foot soldier doing here?" she asked. "I was hired by someone to do some work for." answered Mike as he wiped off his face. "What kind of work?" she asked, "You could say I'm a ...mercenary." said Mike. "Must be someone wealthy if they let you in here, whats your name?" asked the woman. "Mike Kitterly, yours if don't mind my asking?" said Mike. "Tanya Detrov." said Tanya. "Judging from your ears and tail you're a witch?" asked Mike. "Yes, although witches are rare in Russia." said Tanya. "Why?" asked Mike. "Witches along with vampires and werewolves are heavily persecuted in Russia, most either hide, leave, or have been killed. I can move rather freely because of my connection to the Romanovs, I'm a distant niece to the Czar." said Tanya. "So you're....wait, I'm speaking to nobility?!" said Mike in surprise. "Oh, I sometimes forget that, they usually don't want me around so they send me to other countries every chance they get, I'm sort of a troublemaker." said Tanya with a mischievous smile. "What do you mean." asked Mike. "My familiar takes over during a full moon and she likes to cause trouble. Every month she takes over for a longer period of time, I'm starting to wonder if she'll be able to take over at will someday." said Tanya. "So you're basically an exile." said Mike. "Yes, maybe I should go with you to whatever job you're doing, talking with other members of nobility can be dull." said Tanya. "But you are nobility too, what would if you get killed, captured, or injured." pointed out Mike. "Don't worry about that, the Russian government doesn't really care what happens to me and I'm a witch, I can handle myself." said Tanya as she patted the leather holster housing her Luger pistol(m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&amp;biw=1366&amp;bih=556&amp;gbv=2&amp;tbm=isch&amp;tbnid=5C9nExZGOBOsaM:&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.collectorsmilitaria.com/a_matched_1917_dwm_artillery_luger_with_holster_112008.htm&amp;docid=WEzIVtNDIZFjyM&amp;imgurl=http://www.collectorsmilitaria.com/img/1120081917dwmartluger/IMG_3102.JPG&amp;w=1200&amp;h=940&amp;ei=IgzmT7-SH4Xm9ASyxKWSAQ&amp;zoom=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=1009&amp;vpy=93&amp;dur=611&amp;hovh=199&amp;hovw=254&amp;tx=118&amp;ty=129&amp;sig=105017402962420781594&amp;page=3&amp;tbnh=162&amp;tbnw=206&amp;start=26&amp;ndsp=15&amp;ved=1t:429,r:4,s:26,i:187">http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&amp;biw= ... s:26,i:187</a>m).<br/><br/>(Sorry, have to keep my posts short, because of my computer being dumb. I'm going to put multiple edits in my posts so they save.)