That night SIlva waited until Scott had fallen asleep before sneaking out of her room. She knew Elysif was asleep so it didn’t seem to worry her. Scott however was a light sleeper so it was far more difficult to sneak out of their bedroom. She didn’t feel good about it though, so without much hesitation she wrote a note in order to say her goodbyes. Within a few moments she was done and headed for the door.

“Goodbye, and good luck.” She whispered as she slowly closed the door to the apartment behind her.

The cold misty air of London bit at her as she walked towards the meeting place. Puddles in the stone and dirt streets reflected the moonlight, only being blocked out by Silva’s shadow as she walked. Her body covered in a darker grey coat that flapped as she walked and covered all but her face. When she finally arrived in the alley the Masked Man was leaning against the building. He looked over at her and the bottom of the mask morphed to reveal his mouth which he used to take a bite out of a large piece of sausage.

“Well, where are we headed, Micheal?” Silva asked.

“The wharf. There's a longhouse that is currently housing a vessel which normally trades with China but has a few shady dealing while they’re over there. Usually with people as their main product. That vessel is also a collaboration of the Agency.”

“Do they know that people are being traded through this ship?”

“Most of them, no. There are a few that must know about it though, plus the imposter we’re after.”

“How many werewolves are there?”

“Twelve but the issue is the imposter. He’s there with them. If I can capture him then we may be able to expose them.”

“I see. Then we should head out.”

“Agreed.”

The masked man stuffed the rest of his sausage into his mouth before his mask morphed back to covering his mouth. He then headed towards the longhouse with Silva following behind. The longhouse wasn’t that far but as soon as they arrived the Masked man turned to her and with a hand motion disappeared into the shadows around them.

“I hate when he does that.” Silva said before she cracked open the side door of the longhouse. Inside she saw several large men unloading crates that any normal ship would. A few of them behind the ones who had been unloading crates were dragging people dressed in rags and covered in dirt. They were asleep for the most part but a few of them were awake and giving their captures angry gazes while unable to do anything else. They had all been placed in front of a man dressed in a robe and wearing a mask similar to that of Micheal’s but she could tell it wasn’t the same.

The robed man held out his hand and from the ground below them several hundred blades which varied in size and shape shot out, impaling the ragged captives. None of them even had a second to scream as they were skewered. Blood seeped down the blades and onto the floor. After a second the blades retracted back into the ground and a blue flame swallowed all of the corpses. It was so hot that not even an ounce of blood remained.

Silva stood there unable to move. The robed figure didn’t seem to be fazed by the atrocity it had just committed. She didn’t have anything stopping her now. She knew this person had to die but now she was even more convicted than before. Stepping into the building quietly she snuck around to where the burly men were unloading the boat. Just as she did one of the men walked beside a crate she was hiding behind. Drawing her blade swung around the crate and stabbed the man through the heart. He stood there a moment in shock before falling back and turning into an ash like dust.

Despite not being seen by the other men the robed figure looked over towards where the man she had stabbed was just standing. It wasn’t as if he knew she was there but he seemed suspicious. The other men didn’t notice anything so he turned away from the boat and started to leave.