The turkish man introduced himself as a diplomat named Ibrahim Mithat. His position was quite what Murphy had expected it would be. Murphy tried to keep the conversation going."You said something about being followed by the devil earlier? what was that all about?" It was something that interested Murphy greatly. He himself had also had a close encounter with the supernatural. "Now that we're on the subject. I remember that I myself also didn't really elaborate on what I said, but that probably had to do with us getting assaulted by that...thing." Murphy spat the last few words out like they were some bad taste in his mouth. He still quite remembered the face of the man, a thing he had paid less attention to at the time was the man's smell however.<br/><br/>It had been a smell most unfamiliar. It reminded him of the chemical smell of a pharmacy. Or some other place that handled chemicals. The man had been inudated with the penetrating odor, but Murphy couldn't quite put his finger on what it had been.<br/><br/>Snapping back on the conversation he had been holding with Mithat, he realized now was also not really the time to talk of encounters with monsters. "I'll tell you what happened once we're in hiding. It's not too far from here anymore." Murphy could already hear, and perhaps more tellingly, smell the waters of the river Thames.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Back in the bar that Murphy and Mithat had so expeditiously fled, a charred body lay on the ground. The fire that had blasted all over the tracker had utterly charred his flesh and destroyed his muscle. The people in the bar were starting to wake up, some realizing what they saw on the ground, but most being too lethargic to do something about it.<br/><br/>It was then, that something stirred in the blackened heap on the ground. The body slowly but surely began moving, lack of tendons and muscle be damned. The wakening bar patrons couldn't believe their eyes, a woman started screaming, waking up everyone else. However, the tracker had already shambled out the door. An unmistakable purpose in his step.