<strong>Gavin, taking a cab.</strong><br/><br/>Gavin sat in the back seat, music blaring through his headphones, puffing away on his pipe in anger. Either his wake up call failed to wake him up, or he forgot to set one up at all.  Sherlock, his trusty Ivory pipe was working overtime today, blasting smoke smoke out of the slit on the other side of his mouth.  "Sir?" The cabby started.  "Sir, this is no smoking taxi."<br/><br/>He was met without as much as a glance, just a spaced out stare out the window.  The cabby diverted his gaze.  Something about this man frightened him beyond all compare.  Gavin continued his smoking, pondering the message.  His inner monologue notated everything in an easy to understand manner.<br/>"High Risk, High Reward.  We're dealing with a company of some sort... Hiring people of varying backgrounds to operate as a team to deal with a paranormal disturbance.  Chances are it's a number of angry entities.  Probably some sort of hungry ghost with a power trip."  His mind slammed from one corner of all the lore he read to the other, unearthing old tomes within his mind.  "The Gaki... Horrid creatures, often mistaken for Demons or Vampires."  His forehead broke out in a sweat.  He wasn't equipped to deal with non-material entities.  "Individuals...  There will be someone else who can deal with the damn creatures then."<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, delving deeper into his mind for answers.  Before he knew it, he was on Mars, walking through a giant library of all the Mythos and research he had done on the area once he had recieved the request.  He reached up, pulling out a particularly dusty manuscript.  He searched through it, sections of it being burned out where his memory was fuzzy on details.  He finally came to the article in question.  The article stated next to nothing about the incident in question.  Brutalized corpses, hooded figures and symbols.  He looked to see a poor quality picture.  Barely visible was a single symbol.  It was nothing that could be deciphered.  The original picture was in bad shape, and his mind had done very little to preserve it's quality.  He folded the paper up and put it in his pocket for later use.  He reached up a little farther down the paper rack, pulling a much more current issue of the same paper out.  The date was blurry, but he could make out the article.  "Another missing worker at Harrowgate site."  He failed to remember anymore details than that.<br/><br/>He had worked with missing persons, but it always seemed to be a dead end in terms of paranormal activity.  Sure, he found the person in question, but he never came away with anything new, and any idiot with half a brain cell could figure out the regular things.  He folded this article up too, stuffing it in his pocket. "Sir, we're here," he heard from across a book shelf.<br/><br/>"Excuse me?"  came his bewildered reply.  He wasn't used to visitors in his private library.  Suddenly his brain snapped back to reality.  He was in a cab.  The driver reeked of Patchouli oil.  His was listening to Lady Gaga on his head set.<br/><br/>"We're here sir."  Came the shortened reply from the cabby, obviously losing patience quickly.  Gavin paid the poor man, retrieving his gear quickly from the back, and heading toward reception.<br/><br/><strong>Gavin, entering the meeting room.</strong><br/><br/>A nice young man hurried Gavin into the room, stating that he was late, that he shouldn't keep Mr. Hatcher waiting, that he should do this and that and blah blah blah.  All Gavin heard was the incessant droning, much like you would hear on Charlie Brown when an adult spoke.  When they finally made it to the  he absent mindedly thanked the young man, and entered.  Inside was a motley crew of sorts, ranging the spectrum in people who dealt with the occult.  A smile crept to Gavin's face as he studied each figure, wondering what made their magic tick.  He shook his head, pipe still in hand.  He stuffed it back into his jacket pocket.  "Gavin Huxley, at your service, he said, dipping his head to Malcolm instead of Hatcher by mistake."