Alistair, Mike, Nigel and Tanya exited their HQ building after speaking with the Prince. He overheard Mike saying to Tanya, "I'm so glad the Prince saw how useful you'd be to us." "Yeah me too." said Tanya, smiling. Nigel patted her on her back as Alistair walked away. "I'll meet you guys at the docks at King's Lynn tomorrow. I'll arrange transport from there to Kirkwall, Scotland." He walked back home to sleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The air was stuffy and dark. Musk and howls of pain filled the air. Alistair walked up to a cage built into a wall and peered inside. A shell of a man lie curled up in a corner, naked and shivering. Alistair checked his pockets. 'Only 12 silver bullets left...' He looked down the hallway, contemplating the row after row of werewolves. 'Not enough.' The pathetic creature stopped shivering and sniffed at the air. He uncurled and looked at Alistair, then howled loudly. Alistair brought up his revolver and fired, blowing the beasts' brains against the wall. He moved on to the next cell, seeing a creature in werewolf form this time. The 'wolf was already awake. It started to howl, as did the rest of the werewolves in the basement. Alistair killed the creature, then proceeded down the row, executing 'wolf after 'wolf. He quickly ran out of ammo, then switched to his magic rifle. 'This will be less effective, but still better than what will happen to the rest of them.' He killed as many as he could before his and the weapons' magic was drained. He weakly stumbled back up the stairs after spreading around whatever combustable material he could find. He left the building, meeting the rest of the team outside as the fire Nigel started, spread.</span><br/><br/>Alistair bolted upright in his bed, sweating and shaking. He dropped his head into his hands as a tears rolled down his cheek...