I think my chapters get worse and worse… I'm still figuring out the details. Don't judge me too hard, please. I apologize for the cheesy end.

Clez – Not really. It's still just simmering.

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Talley burst through the door, ignoring it slamming into the wall. He walked quickly towards Jones' desk and slammed his fist against it. Jones looked up on him.

"Do you mind? I'm working, Talley."

Talley gave him a sarcastic grin and swept the table clean of all papers and other things. Jones calmly put his pen down and gave Talley an uninterested look.

"Alright then, since you ask so nicely. What do you want?"

Talley's eyes flamed and he clenched his fists.

"Quatermain is dead! Dead! You promised me that I could kill him with my own hands if I did your dirty work!"

"What's the problem? Then your work is already done, isn't it?"

Talley crossed his arms and wished that Jones could at least raise his voice. It was hard to shout at someone that didn't shout back.

"You have absolutely no excuse why I should continue working for you now! My reward is gone! You've been lying to me this whole time!"

Jones picked a paper from the pile on the floor and began drawing circles on it. Each one was perfect and he didn't even look. He looked at Talley's face, hardly blinking.

"So why are you here then? Shouldn't you be out on the streets, eating rats by now?"

"I'm here to hear your reason."

Jones frowned.

"What reason? Why I lied?"

"No…" Talley said and leaned on the desk, staring intensively at Jones' face. "Why I shouldn't kill you before I leave."

Jones didn't move. He didn't even seem to react. But Talley had grown used to his cloaked reactions. He could see the momentary glimpse in his eyes. Jones' circles were less perfect by now.

"You're serious." Jones said. Talley nodded with over exaggerated movements. It twitched in the corner of Jones' mouth. He put the pen down on the paper.

"I see."

There was a long pause. Talley straightened up, now looking down on Jones in an attempt to seem large and imposing. Jones didn't raise his eyes to meet his gaze, he stared at the wall behind Talley.

"And I who thought you were intelligent."

Talley raised an eyebrow.

"You're so upset because your 'reward' is dead, the one you were going to kill anyway. You storm in here and threaten me. I have rewarded you all along, before the real work even has begun and the work you've done so far only have been moderate."

Jones stood up, staring at Talley with his cold eyes. Talley glared back, determined to seem to be the stronger.

"Are you blind? This house, my home, which I offer you like you were my brother. Food. Clothes. Protection from the law, hunters and others of the sort. The chance to kill someone who almost was Quatermain's son, a chance you screwed up. You've been in a cell for years, and complain when you get a place like this? How many else would take in a thing like you?"

Jones said. He never raised his voice or changed tone. Talley continued to look at him for a few moments before he looked away from him. He sighed deeply, realizing that Jones was right.

"Maybe you shouldn't have hired a madman." Talley snarled, trying to rescue or gain some respect. "Besides, I've been bored to death for days. Do you have anything for me to do?"

Jones bent down and searched through the pile of papers. He gave Talley the ones he'd been looking for.

"Try and get in touch with them. I have written exactly what I want you to do when you find them."

Talley took the papers and retreated from the room, suddenly ashamed of himself.

- - -

Remington looked at the faces around the table. The vampire Mrs. Harker, Dr. Jekyll and Skinner he already knew to the name. He looked at the dark skinned man and the blond one and wondered who they were. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of weird people these were. He had a great desire for a shirt.

"So, Mr. Remington." Mina said. "Have you taken a look at Adria?"

He frowned, trying to remember who Adria was.

"Oh, that girl! Yes, I have."

Everyone looked at Mina. She seemed to be able to look back at all of them at once.

"I guess I should explain before we continue, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, we'd like that." Tom replied, looking from Mina to Remington. Mina placed her hands on her knee and sighed.

"While I was out on my walk, I encountered a strange beast. Thinking it was the same beast that hunted Agent Sawyer, I hid in the shadows to avoid battle. This beast was very imposing and I thought at first that it was nothing natural to England. But that very minute, Mr. Remington here scared it off with a shot."

"Wrong bullets… still can't believe it." Remington grumbled.

"I thought he was an assassin trying to kill me this time, and he thought I was some creature out for him. Needless to say, there was some violence there. He told me the creature I saw was a werewolf."

Tom frowned.

"That can't be, Mina. Werewolves don't exist."

Mina rolled her eyes.

"Wouldn't you have said the very same thing about vampires a few months ago?"

Tom seemed to have something to say, but he kept it to himself and looked down in the table.

"I assumed that a werewolf had tried to kill Sawyer, and therefore wounded Adria."

Only Remington noticed Jekyll's glare at him before he quickly looked away. He continued Mina's story.

"So she took me here to get my scratches seen to and that I would examine Adria, was it? And I'm sorry to say that she is infected." He said, the last part almost being something he threw in just to be polite.

"Can she be cured?" Nemo repeated Jekyll's earlier question. Remington told him the same answer he had told Jekyll.

"Can't the effects be slowed then?"

"Possibly, I really don't know much about them."

Skinner leaned back in his chair and let his head rest in his hand.

"So we're chased by werewolves now. Weird, I never imagined that those childhood fears were real. But what really surprises me is that they use explosives." He said out in the air, probably not expecting anyone to listen to it.

"So they are after you? Any specific reason?" Remington asked.

"We don't think so." Tom answered. "Is it? One day, they just started it."

No one said anything for a while.

"But, that seems to be pretty normal around here, I guess…" Tom continued.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Remington asked them.

"Seek those werewolves out, of course." Mina said with a sly look on Remington.

"So you're going to help me wipe those vermin out? Great, I guess I could use some help. If it's not better, at least it will be faster." Remington said with a grin.

"Let me be the first one to say; Welcome to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen!" Skinner said cheerily. "Let's drink to that!"

Remington looked at him, puzzled.

"League? Please, Coat, explain…"