Scott Langston stood in front of the old battered door of a first-floor apartment building in Farringdon. If he had opened the door it would open up to a small family enjoying dinner but instead, he inserted a key into the lock on the door and turned it to lock the door. Instead of a click of the lock, he heard a cackle that still freaked him out but it signaled that if he knocked on the door, Iscarat would hear the knock instead of the family. So he knocked and after a moment filled with the sound of a thousand bolt locks being slid away, the door opened.

Standing in front of him was a very annoyed and tired Iscarat. “What did I tell you? You have been gone an hour and a half my time. I need my bloody sleep.” he said angrily.

“I know and I apologize. It was urgent I spoke with you.”

“What could be that important?” he asked grouchily.

“We were attacked and the kid was injured by a changeling.”

“Did you take him to the witch?”

“Yes, he should be fine. Although he would have died otherwise.”

“I feel like death would have been better for him than leaving him with the witch.”

“Don’t worry, he passed her test. She will go easy on him. I hope.” the two sighed as if to give their condolences. Before Iscarat gave him a groggy but stern look. “But you didn’t come here just because of that. There’s more.”

“Yep, that changeling might be in a scheme against the Succubi made by a splinter group of the Leprechauns.”

“So, why should I care about that? Take that to your higher-ups. It’s none of my bloody business that a brothel and bank are at war.”

“The masked man was there too.” he finally said.

“...” Iscarat just stood there contemplating the words that left Scott’s mouth.

“He saved me and the kid from the changeling. Then he disappeared before my eyes, unlike any supernatural being I’ve ever seen.”

“If the masked man has appeared again then something big is about to happen here with the Agency. Every time he has appeared throughout history the Agency has suffered some kind of loss. So, before you say it was the masked man. Are you sure it was him?”

“Yes, the mask matched the paintings and descriptions to the letter.”

“Then we should do nothing except protect ourselves.” he said, climbing back into bed.

“What the hell!” Scott yelled, grabbing him and tossing him out of bed. “What do you mean nothing? We should tell the Agency at least.”

Iscarat got up from the floor dazed and stared him in the eyes as he tried climbing back into bed again. “Every time the masked man has appeared the Agency takes action, only to lose more than if they did nothing. So we should do nothing. It could be related to Mr.Barrett and his time travel accident or it could be completely unrelated. Who knows, just protect yourselves and don’t worry.”

“Fine, but the Agency needs to know about this little war. I spoke to Mama Louise about the situation and she had one of her own executed in front of me to show that war was beginning, although the one she executed was a traitor. Though, I did not want to see that. She is a terrifying lady.”

“So are you when you need to be.” Iscarat said with a yawn as he got snug underneath his blanket.

“Well, I will see you in a fortnight, my sleepy friend.” Scott said as he got up and left, shutting the door behind him and taking his key from the lock. Returning the door to that of the family who was behind it now cleaning up from their meal.