I opened my eyes to see that I was in Mama Louise's office. It was an absolute mess. Furniture was either scattered around the room or in a thousand pieces. Blood stained the floor near the back door and a layer of thick ashen dust sat in a pile in the back of the room. Medea had definitely been here.

The dust had to have come from a succubus but was it Mama Louise's or not? That woman was powerful enough to scare Scott into acting proper so there's no way she died at Medea's hands. It just didn't seem possible. As I examined the room I heard the door creak open. I drew my knife and readied it to be thrown. However, it wasn't an enemy but one of the Succubi. She was startled by the fact that I was here but quickly realized who I was.

"What happened here?" I asked.

"Mama Louise tried to protect your friend. She was killed though along with a few of us. You friend was taken over two hours ago."

"So she came here not long after we left!"

"Yes…"

"Damn it!" I said as I angrily kicked a piece of already broken furniture. The Succubus jolted when I did like she was afraid of me.

"I'm sorry. I'll go somewhere else to vent my anger. Didn't mean to scare you." I said before heading out the door to the office. It was then that I realized she was holding an empty urn and a dust pan. She must have been coming to collect her remains.

I sat outside the brothel, leaned up against the building. The feeling of both dread and lack of ability to be useful washed over me. Medea was just too strong and she was smart enough to outwit Iscarat. All this and we couldn't do anything but play into her hands. She had Elysif now and not only could she wreak havoc but who knows what she could do to Elysif. To top it all off, Mama Louise was dead.

As it started raining I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I looked up expecting to see either the agents or one of the Succubi but instead I looked up to see Silva standing above me and holding an umbrella. What was she doing here? No, better question, why was she here?

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"You look like you could use a drink?" She said with a smile.

"You know what, fuck you! The least you could do is act like you care." I replied and went back to my sulking. She stood there for a moment with this blank stare. It seemed like that actually may have hurt her feelings.

"I do care… A good friend of mine just died, I’m lying to my husband, and I am doing my best to look at the bigger picture." She said with what looked to be a tear forming in her eye.

"I think we both could use a drink. Then maybe you can tell me what I'm missing from the bigger picture." I said standing up.

“I know a place. Scott, Compton, and I used to go to it after work.” she said before walking towards Whitechapel.

We arrived at a little hole in the wall pub that wasn’t too far away. The owner, Monty, froze at the sight of Silva. It was as if he had seen a ghost. Then again, she was supposed to be dead. They had a quick chat that ultimately led to them getting in a small argument. Scott’s name was thrown around a few times and finally he gave in and gave us a seat at the bar.

“What was that about?” I asked her after we ordered our drinks.

“Monty has known me since I first came here and he has known Scott almost as long. Thus, when he realized I was alive and I hadn’t said anything to Scott he got rather annoyed. However, after I explained the situation that I’m in he let it be.” Silva explained.

“What kind of situation are you in exactly?”

“Micheal or as you him, the Masked Man is unable to move around freely with Mordred wanting to kill him and all. As such he needed someone to get things done that he couldn’t due to the circumstances. As such he recruited me not long after I came to London. I did whatever I wanted for a while before he approached me and said I needed to fake my death. I didn’t know when but I would have to in the future. Then in 1883 I faked my death at his request.”

“But that still doesn’t explain why you needed to do all this or lie to Scott for that matter.”

“The Agency isn’t what you think it is. Mordred may be a good person and has a good goal for the Agency but she is nothing more than a figure head. I can’t disclose to you who or why at this moment because I don’t want you to do something stupid. Iscarat knows about me still being alive since he’ll back anything that would stick it to the Agency.” she explained further as Monty brought us out drinks.

“Okay, so the Agency is evil but this Micheal fellow who supposedly killed Mordred's father isn’t?”

“Oh, no, he’s an absolute ass. Though to be fair, he was framed for that. He never actually killed him. Though he is still pretty bad. It’s like picking the lesser of two evils.” She said before taking a large gulp of her beer.