Scott wadded off of the train looking like he was on the verge of death. Like always the train had an adverse affect on his health. Not only did it make him sick but he couldn’t keep anything down. Thus the alcohol that he consumed to keep his body in check was null and void.

After throwing whatever he had left in his stomach onto the cobblestone street of Warwick he quickly drank whatever he could out of his flask. Then set off towards the castle. The guards who were usually there saw Scott and instantly recognised him so as they do they let him in without even a word.

He walked down the hall and into the main circular room. Several agents were wandering around carrying papers and small boxes but a few of them stood out. One was pushing a large crate marked “dangerous” filled with books. As the agent passed by Scott he took a glimpse of one of the books in the crate which read “property of Rubin Ruben”. He assumed the books were from what the agency had found there and Merlin had been going through last time he had visited.

As he was walking through he saw a familiar face. Compton, who was dressed in a bathrobe and sleep pants. He was carrying around a stack of files with one hand a cup in the other. Scott couldn’t really tell what was in the cup but it didn’t matter. Compton was looking rather sleep deprived and weary.

“What’s wrong with you?” Scott asked as he walked up to his old friend.

“What are you doing here?” Compton asked with a facial expression that made it look as if he really didn’t care.

“Well answer my question first and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine, I haven’t slept in days. The South American branch is a hellhole. I have had to write three obituaries since I started and I have never even met them before. One died from a creature we know nothing about, another died from being bit by a snake, and the other died from food poisoning. On top of that I’m also having to plan out the budget of an operation that can’t make money.”

“That sounds horrible but you wanted this.”

“I know. Now I wished I had just stayed with you and Silva even more, Mordred be damned.”

“Don’t be saying that out loud. She may hear you, and then you’ll have to suffer the wrath of that bitch tornado.”

“Ha ha ha. That’s a good point. Now, what are you here for?” Compton said as he stifled his laugh.

“Madea Avian has returned so I need some help.” Scott said in the most carefree tone he had.

Compton stood there staring at Scott as if he was some kind of freak. To be honest he looked terrified. As if he was just told that he would face a firing squad. He pulled the cup he had to his lips and drank a small sip of it before looking back at Scott.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, it’s similar to what happened seven years ago.”

“Does mama Louise know?”

“She should. I sent Lou to tell her and do one other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“Elysif ran off, I assume after her mother.”

“Then we may be fucked.”

“You’re telling me. You weren’t there at that bloodbath. She is a monster among monsters.”

“You’re right. I was only there for the clean up so I only know what happened from Silva’s report and from what I saw of the aftermath.”

“I know, that’s why I need some help. I’m going to talk with Mordred and see about getting some backup. Could you see if you have anyone available?”

“Of course, Maybe I’ll be able to help as well and can get a break from all this paperwork. Then maybe have beer at Monty’s like old times.”

“That sounds good to me. Just let me know as soon as possible.”

“Will do.” Compton said before walking off.

Scott also walked off towards Mordred and Merlin’s office. Before entering he knocked rather loudly before hearing Mordred say to come in from the other side of the door. Walking inside he saw Mordred at her incredibly messy desk. Even the sandwich which he saw when he first entered with Lou and Elysif was still there. Surprisingly it had no mold on it. Merlin though was nowhere to be found.

“What can I do for you?” Mordred asked.