<em> Oh shit…shit..shit…fucking shit…</em>The inspector did yet another mental face palm, as he actually considered the consequences fully. This was getting worse with every moment; the wolves would be on the prowl, worse than that perhaps the bloodsuckers would certainly become involved. This was horrible worse than horrible. The young mans face paled yet further as he wiped his brow with his own handkerchief it was obvious to all he was nervous. He would have to talk to Charlotte later…and if there was a raven them too…<em> shite …shite…</em><br/><br/>The inspector took a deep breath as the others looked around. “He took out his watched and touched the area he was quiet for a time, and seemed to be in deep concentration. Suddenly he came around then fell to the floor twitching slightly. Speaking it seemed in strange languages.<br/>