The day is won.  All involved are jubilant, relieved, and exhausted, for while the end result is triumph, long hours of uncertainty, strife, and struggle have left everyone desiring peace, and a chance at rest, before the rebuilding.

On the plane home, there is some chatter, when Director Bres speaks up.

Well done team.  There will be paperwork to be filed, and I want it Monday, but that gives you 3 days to do it.  Sergei, no further missions for a little while, besides training duty.  In a couple of weeks, we'll have you back in the field, but for now, it is time for you to get brought up to speed on the supernatural world.

Gentlemen, welcome to Interpol.

The plane lands, you go your separate ways for today, and rest.  Over the next 5 months, you will train, study, and learn what you need to police the paranormal in your area of jurisdiction.  You will have several small matters to attend to in the area around and in Glasgow, 4 actual missions taking place within the British Isles, and downtime to get use to your new life.

(I need 2 rapports apiece.  I've got Israel's roll for Rebekah, I need one for Jacob and Krystal, and then a roll apiece for general relationships.  I also need an idea of what you will focus on, or goals to be accomplished during the 5 months.  This can be anything from learning about fae, getting to know my new mechanic better, establishing relationship, trying to mend one, etc.  Do remember this takes place before the events in Norway.)

Rapport w/ Krystal:  -1(+0)=-1  (Screw it, I had a couple of Fate Points left over from the last mission, I'm using one before the Refresh to invoke "Family Man").  +2 from Fate Point makes it a 1.

Rapport w/ everybody else:  1(+0)=1

I'm going to spend most of the 5 months studying up on fae, working with Horace to cast iron or steel bullets and develop a barrel that can reliably fire thousands of them without being destroyed, and I'll continue fixing up the house.

I'm also going to continue to train relentlessly, I'm a Marine and an agent with an extremely important international police force, I have to stay at top physical condition.  I should probably also meet with a psychologist to try to work through the confusion as much as I can.

Rapport: Roll (-2) + Skill (2) = 0

Part One

"What are you doing?" Rebekah asks, confused. "I thought you were supposed to be working." "I'm studying British culture," Israel replies. "If I'm going to live here, I need to understand the people."  Rebekah stares at the TV for a moment, then replies, "I don't understand what this has to do with British culture.  It looks like a cheaply made old Sci-Fi to me."  Israel turns.  "Cheaply made old Sci-Fi?!? This is the pinnacle of British achievement!" Rebekah looks skeptical.  "You mean to tell me you've never watched any Doctor Who? Sit. Now. You've got catching up to do." Rebekah reluctantly sits. "How much so I need to catch up on?" she asks. "Not much," Israel says with a grin, "Only twenty-six or so seasons…"


Part Two

"Chlorofiend?  There's actually a creature called a Chlorofiend?  Has no one else commented on how completely silly that names sounds?" Israel asks.  "Eh, I suppose it's better than Plant Monster," Ben replies. "If you say so," Israel mutters to himself as he continues to study the list Ben supplied of magical creatures.

Israel sighs and shifts his chair back from his desk rubbing his eyes. "Ok, this is mind numbingly boring. Time to shift focus Ben."  The computer where Ben resides is silent. "Ben? Ben? Hello?" Ben's voice returns, "Huh? Oh, sorry boss, I got distracted." Israel sighs, "You were watching the dancing banana again, weren't you?"  Ben replies excitedly, "IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"


Part Three

"Izreal! What iz happening!?" Ariel asks with worry as she rounds the corner into Horace's lab. "I smelled smoke."  Israel points the fire extinguisher at the last bit of flame on what had been the potion table. "Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal." "What happened?" Ariel asks. Israel looks at the charred remains and replies, "Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"  Ariel raises an eyebrow in confusion.  Israel's shoulders slump and he lets out a long breath. "Horace is gonna kill me.  This is the third time this month…"


Part Four

Israel is on the phone in his room. "Yeah, Mom, I know. I'm fine.  How much of the area have I seen? Some, I guess.  I was in London last week…

[Clip of Israel and Jacob running through a London alleyway fleeing from two hellhounds]

"…we saw Big Ben…"

[Clip of Israel dangling from the hour hand as Jacob tries to pull him up]

"…Tower bridge…"

[Clip of Israel and Jacob fighting a Troll under the bridge]

"…even the parliament building - the Palace of Westminster …"

[Clip of Jacob and Israel fighting a rogue wizard and the earlier hellhounds on the roof]

"…no, nothing special, just touring the area."  There is a knock at the door. "Hang on a minute mom."  Israel puts the phone down and opens the door. Jacob is standing there, geared up. "We're up. Rumors of something odd down by Hadrian's Wall. We'll be briefed on the way." Israel nods, "Ready in a second." He return to the phone.  "Duty calls Mom, gotta go.  Love you too. Bye."  He gathers his gear and heads after Jacob.

Part Five

"Patience, boy, Patience! Thaumaturgy is slow, subtle. You can't rush quality," Horace says brusquely.  Israel nods his head and begins to focus again, chanting to himself "Feim Slen Mey, Feim Slen Mey, Feim Slen Mey, Feim Slen Mey, Feim Slen Me…. " Slowly Israel fades away, leaving only emptiness where he had been sitting. "Well?  Did it work?" Israel asks. "Mostly." Horace replies. "What do you mean 'mostly'?" Israel asks. Horace smiles slightly, "No veil is gonna hide your big mouth."

Part Six

"So how do I tell her?" Israel asks. He rests his head on his hands, lying on the back of the sports car his friend Sol is currently working on. "I mean, we've been out several times but I don't know how to tell her I'm looking for something serious. I mean, I haven't had a lot of experience dating." Sol continues to work on the car. Israel sits up "You know, normally I can't get you to shut up, now you've got nothing?" Sol shrugs, and Israel shakes his head and smiles. "How'd you and Tola end up together?" Sol chuckles and shows a toothy grin.  "We had a class together at university.  Started talking, became friends."  "But how'd you end up dating?" "That was all Tola. One minute we're having coffee, the next minute she's asking me if I prefer May or June weddings. I just went with the flow, safer that way."  Israel laughs in response.

"You know, its kind of funny.  I can mouth off to badguys and not bat an eye, but talking to Rivkah? I seem to forget how to form words." A voice from just outside the shop interjects, "Trust me, you talk enough for two people." Israel and Sol look up and Rebekah and Tola are standing outside the garage, holding shopping bags. "Um," Israel responds, "How long have you guys been there?"  The girls give him a knowing smile.

"Oh Vey."

Part Seven

"Are you sure that's what you're looking for?" The woman asked again. "Yes," Israel replied, impatience creeping into his voice, "as I said before, I prefer an older building, first floor or basement, older - but working - appliances, and no new wiring." The real-estate agent shrugged her shoulders. "Ok, it's your money. I'll see what I can find."