Sol adjusted his light grey fedora and stepped out onto the pavement outside the large house. As the slow growl of his car faded away he glanced around at the property, it was well guarded...well enough one would have hoped but if they had sent him then there must be something on an entirely different level to what this house was prepared for. He had no orders but to protect a girl, no details beyond that....perhaps the uncle, Mr McHaunter, would know more.<br/><br/>He lifted the large brass knocker and let it fall...though he had no doubt, with the protection this house had, that they had known of his presence ever since he glanced at the house. He tucked his thumbs inside his black braces, running them up and down as he waited, the stretchy material making a small wave of material in it's wake where it met his white shirt.