Inquisitor Jean-Baptiste de Léon - Iscariot
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The night was bleak, there was no vampire activity around here... The only drugs that were circulating were the normal stuff, no vampires, no freaks... This place was free of the undead....

Then the phone rang, a pay-phone to be exact... How Iscariot knew exactly where I was all the time to plan these phone calls was beyond me... stepping out of the rain into the small booth, water dripping from my coat everywhere I answered the phone... Before I could say anything

"Get to London now, the police are onto our schemes and we need you over here now Ernie." with that the person hung up...
"That doesn't sound like anyone I know" I said to no one in particular, sort of puzzled... Looking around in the streets, maybe I had intercepted a call to one of the gangsters around here.

"Hey you, did you just answer the phone?" someone called to me in a british accent.
I ignored them, and stepped out of the booth
"Answer me, did you just answer that phone call or not?!" the guy yelled, sounding angry.
"I don't know.. did I, Ernie?" I said coldly,
"Ernie? You must've known my name from the phone! God damnit I wish they would find out who is on the phone first before just blabbing it out!" Ernie harshly said...

Could this 'scheme' in London be connected to the drugs that were sopposedly causing vampirism? Stepping toward him
"Hey, you don't come one step closer you ass! Or else I'll you so hard you'll wish you never have been born!" Ernie taunted
Grabbing him by the throat, "What scheme, what are you people hiding in London?!" I demanded.
"Nothing, we're not hiding anything!" he replied, gasping for breath.
"Thats a lie, tell me." I said "Now answer me before I lose my patience"
"You'll have to do better than that!" Ernie gasped, so I clenced my grip & with my other hand pulled out the penitent engine... I had no intention to use it though.
"Okay! Okay!!!" Ernie yelled "I'll tell you!"
"Go on then." I said
"Up in London, we have these drugs that our group is being told to distribute for a lot of money! I don't know what these drugs do though!" Ernie said quickly, intent on leaving after seeing the gun.
"What do the drugs do?" I said, still keeping my grip on his cuff
"I told you I don't know!" he cracked
Lifting him slightly into the air, he started to choke "All I know is that they seriously fuck you up! Thats all I know, really!" He started to have tears in his eyes "Please, let me go!" he wailed... so I did, I dropped him to the ground.

Leaving Ernie behind in a small puddle, I made my way to the Paris airport, making my way up to the clerk "When is the closest flight to London" after buying a ticket ( a great discount of course, Iscariot ) after dealing with security, I was allowed onto the airplane weapons & all.