Prince Christopher paced slowly behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. "You three are here as my private operatives. I need fellows to move aside and behind public channels, men who operate in the darkness. You will be my hands and tools. And here is what I need done: I have s suspicion that there are dark forces at work, pulling the strings of the governments of Britain and France, leading our two countries to war. As you know, Alistair Gray and Nigel Cornwall, there has been a drastic increase in the number of werewolves present in our lovely countryside. And I have reports from our spies in France that they've seen an almost identical increase in vampires in their cities. Now, do any of you have any intel to give us a starting point? We need to end this threat before war breaks out." Alistair stood hesitantly and said, "I... may have something. Gideon Maestas. I have a very strong feeling that he and his ilk are werewolves. I snuck into their compound the other night and saw many people I have never seen around London. And seeing as how Maestas is considered "High Society", why would he have many parties with nobodies. And his whole home smelled... off. Like animal musk. It may not be much to go on, but the three of us can do something about it." The Prince nodded slowly, "Yes. That is just the sort of lead we need to get started. Now I do know of this Gideon Maestas. He's been to the palace on occasion. But all that is besides the point. I am giving you three free reign to pursue leads to your own discretion. Full autonomy. You don't even have to stay together. But I would prefer you do. There is strength in numbers when it comes to fighting beasts after-all. And don't worry about payment, you'll get everything you need. Just ask. Now tonight, you will pay Gideon Maestas a visit. But for now, do what ever pleases you. Maybe even visit a brothel eh?" The Prince winked as he dismissed them, then sat down and turned his chair-back to them, making it absolutely clear that the meeting was over.<br/><br/>The three stepped outside into the bright sunlight, eyes squinting. "Right then," Alistair said, turning to the newcomer, "I'm Alistair Gray and this is my... our, partner Nigel Cornwall. And what might I ask is your name?" The stranger replied, "Mike. Mike Kitterly. In case you couldn't tell, I'm from America." "Yes it is quite obvious Yank, but there's nothing to worry about that." Alistair said. "We'll meet back here tonight, say 9 o'clock? See you gents then."