Scott ran through the streets of London. The mid-day traffic made it difficult to run at full speed, especially with his new enhancements. Thus to improve it he ran into an alley and by putting more strength into his legs hopped between the alley walls like a ninja from a shitty anime until he reached the rooftops. From there he began running across the buildings and jumping across entire streets. Although this may seem pointless he was in fact heading somewhere and this made it a lot faster.

Diving across one road after the other he finally made it to his destination so without much effort he jumped into an alleyway to avoid being seen by bystanders. Then as calmly as possible for a man who just ran six kilometers in twelve minutes he walked out of the alley and into a metalsmith shop.

"Hello, what can I get for ya?" A tall older looking man said. He was wearing a bowler hat and was a little round. He wore suspenders and loose fitted pants.

"I need some silver for some enforcement work."

"I see, and what will you be enforcing this weapon on?"

"Werewolves."

"Well then… I know what will be good for ya. Since you are known for physical combat I would suggest a set of silver knuckles and for more damage I would recommend a silver coated steel hatchet. I could also throw in a couple silver daggers for when you're closer to them than you would like."

"I'll take them and please make it quick."

"Shall this be on the Agency then?"

"Yes."

The man laid out all of the armaments with a smile. Scott took them off the counter and began to head back out the door when the man grabbed his shoulder.

"You should probably put on some better clothes before you go out." The man said before grabbing some pants and a belt from under the counter. "These are son's spare clothes for whenever he works. I suppose they would fit you."

"Thank you."he said, taking them and putting them on. Once he had them on he slid the hatchet into the side of the belt and left. Doing as he did before he got to the rooftops and began charging across them towards a known werewolf den.

Rather than a den it was more like a mortuary. A group of werewolves ran it in order for them to easily procure hearts for newly awakened pups without killing. It also acted as a very well organized home for them.

"Ah, the Agency doesn't come here often. Could it be that you need a body disposed of or did you just want some information off the nearby rumor tree?" A woman in her thirties said from behind a rather large desk that was covered in well organized files.

"Actually, I was looking for one of your own."

"And why would you be doing that?"

"A small group of werewolves killed my wife. Now I want to know where I can find them or this will become a problem for everyone."

"Well… I am going to need more information than what you just gave me."

"They all work at Canary Wharf and are rumored to run a slave trade in secret."

"I understand." She said as a werewolf came up behind him and put him in a headlock.

"The hell!"

"You are a fool! Don't you know that we protect our own no matter what? If you want one of us you'll have to kill all of us." The woman said as she morphed into her werewolf form, ripping the clothes she wore in the process.

Scott focused on his strength for only a second and in one swift motion threw his entire upper body forward. Launching the werewolf holding him at the one in front of him. The wolf man got up and charged at him. Scott grabbed the silver knuckles from his pockets and just as the wolf man struck out at him with it's right hand he dodged to his right and gave him a left hook. The force of the impact shattered the wolf man's skull and sent ashen dust flying everywhere.

The other werewolf attacked him from the right where his current blind spot was. It would have been a successful attack but scott with a near instantaneous kick to the jaw. Her body went flying back as he lunged towards her flying body and punched her in the gut. She flew back against the wall and also turned into ashen dust.

As he did this several people came running into the room. Their ages ranged from eighteen to the late sixties but they were all werewolves. They saw the ashen dust and without much hesitation the group of around twenty people morphed into their wolf forms. Scott turned towards them and readied himself.

"I guess this is how it's gonna go." Scott said to himself as the first of them came within punching distance.