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A middle age man stepped out of his hansom and alighted on the frost covered ground. He had the appearance of a sports man gone to seed. His middle had begun to take on the idea of jelly in a bag. It quivered when he laughed. He reset the hat back on his slightly greying straw blond hair. He knocked on the oak door in front of him. Someone hurried to the door and slid back an iron bolt protecting them from the horrors that roamed the streets of London. The door creaked open to reveal a harassed looking maid.

'Yes sir. What can I do for you sir?'

'I am here to see a Miss Westenra.'

'The mistress is in the study I will show you up.'

She let him pass into the warm lobby and removed him of his thick outer cloak. A butler came up to him and led him up the stairs. From the outside the house looked worn and derelict but the inside was very well furnished in a foreign style. Several ornate swords were attached to the wall for decoration. He was led to a large walnut door. The butler knock twice and a female voice steeped with a Transylvanian accent called:

'Enter.'

He walked in and came face to face with a beautiful young girl. Her lower-back length hair hung in ebony ringlets. She wore tight leather trousers that were tucked into knee length black boots. On her top half she wore a crimson corset with loose cream sleeves. Her piercing blue eyes met his and his felt as if she were looking through him.

'Who are you and what do you want?' she said from her place by the bay window.

'I am Mathew Walton a representative of His Majesties Government. Am I right in thinking I am addressing Saskya Westenra?'

'Indeed you are, please, sit down.' She gestured to a comfy looking armchair.

She laced her fingers together and put her elbows on the arms of her chair. She looked at him intently.

'What do His Majesties Government want with me?' The words rolled off her tongue in her accent.

'We need you to work with a group of singular individuals called the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.'

'Go on.'

'If you come with me now you will meet these people and I will then release the further details of this mission. So, will you come?'

She considered this with a calculating look on her face.

'Tell me; is this a team of men?'

'No, there is one woman, Wilhelmina Harker.'

'Ah, I will go but I am not saying I will go along with this.'

'Excellent, we leave when you are ready.'

Saskya stood and walked over to her desk. She slid a sword into the scabbard that hung at her waist and placed a gun in its holster on the other side of her waist. Finally she pulled on a log black cloak and pulled the hood up.

'I am ready.' She smiled evilly.

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