Alistair Gray and his partner Nigel Cornwall arrived in Cambridge, 96 and a half kilometers north of London, at dusk. They rode into the small city on their motorbikes and drove to a smal, two-story hotel, intending to spend the night before interrogating the townspeople about the werewolf rumors that have been circling the area. Alistair and Nigel parked their bike in a large, secure storage shed, maintained by the hotel. They strutted in with their bags in hand, and the man behind the desk gave them an apprehensive look. " 'Ow can I help you gents?" he asked as he took stock of their unusual uniforms. Nigel glanced at Alistair, "You can have this one, I need to use the toilet." and with that, he walked off. Alistair walked up the man and pulled out a badge. "We're from His Majesty's Royal Army, Werewolf Hunting Devision. We're here about the rumors of a werewolf in the area. But we'll get to that tomorrow. Tonight, we just want to sleep. Those bikes of ours may be fast, but they aren't exactly comfortable." The man stared wide-eyed at Alistair, and handed him a key room. "This 'as two beds, it does. Just uhh... about them rumors. They're true ya know? Seen 'im out in the forest out there." he said as he fiddled with a button on his shirt. Alistair sighed. "Thank you for the information, sir. We'll get on that tomorrow. Like I said, we're tired and will be retiring for the night." He jingled the key as Nigel can out of the loo, who nodded to Alistair, and they proceeded to their room, Room 204. They walked up the stairs in silence and entered their room, and turned on the lights. They glowed with a slight yellow light, as this wasn't a fancy, high-end hotel with the most modern of amenities. "So Alistair, how long have you been at this job again?" Nigel asked as they settled in, still dressed in their uniforms. Alistair thought for a moment as he unpacked his Magic Rifle and started cleaning and checking it. "Not long mate. Only about 2 years. Yet, I've killed at least a dozen 'Wolves. More in the last year. It's as though they're becoming more and more common." Alistair sat on one of the beds with his rifle on his lap.<span style="font-style: italic">It's as if Lycanthropy is spreading like a plague, infecting more and more victims for some mysterious purpose.</span>He looked up at Nigel and said, "By my estimates, for every 1 wild or rogue Werewolf we hear about or put down, there is at least 4 more that still hidden. And of those 4, only 1 can control himself. It seems like they're building their numbers for an unknown reason." Nigel gave Alistair a thoughtful look, then shrugged. "It's just our job to kill the Crazies. It the King's business to deal with that load of bollocks." he said. Alistair walked over to the lights to shut them off, so he and Nigel could undress in private, but heard a howl and a thump on the roof. "Oi!" Nigel yelled in surprise with one boot off. He pulled it on and grabbed his rifle, as did Alistair.<br/><br/>They both rushed out of the room, down the stairs and outside.<span style="font-style: italic">Where'd the Deskman go?</span>Alistair wondered as they ran through the small lobby. Outside, the moon cast a pale glow over the scene. Directly in front of them was the forest, where the werewolf was rumored to live. A dark shape lept over the duo and fled into the woods with alarming speed. Alistair and Nigel looked briefly at each other, then pursued the shape.<br/><br/>In the dark woods, little moonlight shone through the canopy. Nigel whispered to Alistair, "Use your Candle, mate. I can't see a bloody thing." Alistair gave Nigel a look that he couldn't see, then explained, "I can't do that you moron. We'll only be able to see a few feet in front of ourselves, and won't be able to see past that. Meanwhile, the creature will be able to see us from anywhere in the woods. Did you grab your Low-light Goggles from your bag?" Nigel shook his head. "No. I didn't even think about it..." Alistair sighed as he pulled on his goggles. The world took on a grainy, green glow that was hard on the eyes, but much better than trying to see in the dark. They also blocked the periphery of his vision, which made it even more difficult to see. They crept through the forest, with Alistair leading the way. Small twigs snapped at every misplaced step, alerting anything in the area that there were intruders about. The leaves rustled as the wind blew through them. Something heavy slammed into Alistair, knocking him to the ground violently, and knocking his rifle out of his hands. Nigel fired, charged the handle, fired, charged it again, and fired a third time, each flash illuminating the forest for a brief second, creating a weird time-lapse effect of a lean, muscular werewolf recovered from his attack. "I got him!" Nigel shouted as two rounds connected with the beast. The wolf howled again and lept at Nigel, knocking him away as Alistair stood up and drew his Webley revolver; his rifle too far out of reach. Alistair fired once at the werewolf to get his attention. He managed to hit the creature in it's shoulder. There was a hissing noise as the silver bullet burned the monster's flesh, slowly eating into the beast. It growled and charged Alistair, leaping into the air once more.<span style="font-style: italic">Bad move mate</span>Alistair thought as he fired two more rounds in the werewolf. One struck it in the stomach, and the second pierced it's sternum, knocking to the ground. It lay there, unmoving, yet still breathing. Alistair removed his goggles and blinked, then cast Candle, lighting up the area in a bright, white light. Nigel reappeared with his rifle, running one hand along his back. "That beast dead?" he asked. "Not yet." Alistair said as he recovered his own rifle. "I hate this part." he muttered to himself. He stood above the werewolf, and before it could return to it's human form, shot it in the head with his rifle, finally killing the creature. Nigel marked the location as the dead body returned to it's human form, as Alistair walked off.<br/><br/>After they exited the forest, Nigel caught up to Alistair. "That was Deskman, Alistair..." he said in a low tone. Alistair nodded as they reentered the hotel. "I had a feeling it was him. He started to fidget a lot when I mentioned why we were here. I had hoped he was just scared by the beast, but no luck." he explained. They returned to their room, and swiftly fell asleep. They awoke around 11 o'clock, and packed up their few belongings. They walked down to the lobby and it was still empty. They stepped outside and found a police officer nearby. "Sir." Alistair said, pulling out his badge, "We're from His Majesty's Royal Army, Werewolf Hunting Devision. We arrived last night and attempted to sleep at your modest hotel. We were interrupted by the werewolf that has been plaguing your fair city. We have marked the location out in the woods. It turned out that it was the Deskman in the very hotel we intended to stay at." The officer stared in shock as Alistair explained himself, then nodded and thanked them for their service. Alistair and Nigel retrieved their motorcycles and started the drive back to London.