“Mordred, calm down. We don’t need you exploding due to your unhealthy obsession with the Masked man.” Scott said in a terrible attempt to calm her down.

“My obsession as you call it is justified and very healthy.” Mordred replied angrily. Though what she said made what Scott said seem even more true.

“Alright, but don’t simply assume that it’s true because he mentioned the Masked man.”

“How exactly do you know it’s false?”

“Look me in the eyes and ask me that again.” he replied as he gave her a cold, angry stare.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t think about that. You saw her die first hand so she must be dead.” she said solemnly before she picked her glass up again and took a sip.

At that moment Mary walked up holding their plates of food. She set them down in front of them with the same smile she wore before but it seemed a little more forced this time. Scott quickly grabbed his fork and knife off the table and began cutting into the pheasant. Mordred and Scott both smiled back at Mary before thanking her.

“If you really want to know then you can ask Lou when you see him in London. We’re heading there in a few hours aren’t we?”

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll just ask him then. However, I am still concerned about the God of time. How do we even know we can trust your apprentice? That thing might be controlling him for all we know.”

“There was an incident a while back where Lou’s personality was split. It turns out that the trauma from being tortured by the masked imposter and Jack the Ripper caused him to do it as a coping mechanism. During that time the different parts of Lou were trapped in this place that was controlled by Tim or the God of time. Whatever you want to call it. That was the only time I had seen this God of time do anything to affect us.”

“It hasn’t done anything other than that?” Mordred asked as she too cut into her pheasant.

“Not that I know of. From what Lou has told me, it is very docile and rarely attempts to help or hinder him. It seems the only time it wants to do anything is when what we do gets boring.”

“Does that mean that you’re keeping it properly entertained?”

“I suppose so. All of our recent situations must be entertaining from the outside. If only it was entertaining for us.”

“Agreed, why is it that adventures seem so enjoyable until you get sucked into one yourself?”

“Who knows. Well, I guess that’s good to hear. Has there been any other kind of news?”

“Not much. Lou has been sending you reports every week but the past few weeks have been hectic for us so they have been more lengthy and less detailed than you like.”

“We can’t help that. I’m just glad that you aren’t giving your reports orally anymore, and several months late.”

“I guess getting an apprentice was a good idea.”

She gave him a smirk before they continued to dine. Mostly they ate in silence but every now and then one of them would have something to say. Despite how they normally acted around each other they were rather comfortable. Neither cared what the other did around them and it allowed them to act as they pleased. Although Scott was around that kind of atmosphere all the time this was uncommon for Mordred. She rather enjoyed it.

After they ate, the two of them paid their tabs and left to meet Compton. He was dressed in a formal suit this time which didn’t fit the fact that they were going to hunt an evil witch. Strangely, the suit he was wearing matched the small suitcase he was carrying. Standing near him were the agents that were with him before and a few more.

“So… what’s with the suit?” Scott asked Compton.

“I have to look professional with my new position.” Compton replied.

“You were wearing a bathrobe and night pants not two hours ago.”

“Yes, but that was when I was within the Agency so it doesn’t count.”

“Okay then, I see you found a few others to join us.”

“I did. What did you do?”

“I shared a drink with our boss.”

“Don’t think i’ll be jealous of that. She has tea with everyone at least once.”

“No, she ordered us some boilermakers.” Scott replied with a matter of fact tone.

“... You are a lucky cunt.” Compton replied with an annoyed expression. It was almost as if someone gave him a large sum of money and then a family member took it to put in savings.