Glasgow

Merka walks through the streets of Glasgow at midnight.He sees Rangers and Celtic flags, football, he thinks in disgust, when he was young (100) he only football once, and that was with a human head, oh how times have changed. ."It is amazing that 1000 years ago I was born here." He then flies up to the top of a building in the Gorbals . "And in this very building 1000 years ago My parents were killed by an evil hunter."

He decides to go to his old house. He flies in the window and finds a man about 20 living there. without a thought Merka plunges his dagger into the man. Then there is a knock at the door. Damn, Merka thinks to himself. He dumps the body in a wardrobe in the bedroom, hides his dagger under the bed and shape-shifts into the man. Then he opens the door.

[Nathaniel S. Landis]

As the door opens Nathaniel raises his side-arm to the forehead of the man that had opened the door.

"Dr. Henry Smithson, I've come to collect your debt to the organization." Nathaniel looks around the small loft and notices the faint signs of a struggle. "You aren't Dr. Smithson. Are You?" He steps back slightly to get a better view of the man infront of him, sensing something amiss at work.

He pauses and produces a picture from within his pocket and holds it up beside his weapon and compares the two men. "The man in this picture has the caring eyes of a doctor, that are also battered by age."

Nathaniel looks into the man's eyes, "Yours are those of a killer of men, one who has killed for one purpose for all of his life much like myself." He puts the picture away.

"So tell me..Who are you really?"