After what happened to Claire'a parents, it was quiet for a long time. It was clear that the intelligence services would stop at nothing, even if they had to go over the corpses of innocents.

I felt bad because I was the one who told her to take the family with her. And now that I've seen her take care of her little brother, I've felt sad. Her little brother was without his parents, and if he was in that booby trap with his parents, the explosive would kill him, too.

Eli compared it to the case of one man whose wife and children were murdered by the FBI for refusing to work as an informant for them.

The stay in the Czech Republic was subsequently shortened by quite a bit, but there was no chance to prepare for the funeral. Even though it was a planned assassination, this natural area not far from the city swarmed with police in a heartbeat because someone had reported an explosion. There were police cynologists with their dogs, and it was clear that it was time to travel to London.

Gyre belonging to the local Trollmarket was used as a mean of transport for travel to the UK.

Normally, I'm fine when it's quiet, or when I'm just between loved ones, but this was uncomfortable. We looked at each other with suspicious glances.

The only one who acted as if nothing was happening was Douxie, of course, but his passion for music concealed the cynicism and melancholy he had developed over those 922 years of his life.

"People are born and dying, don't worry about it." He said, and that was the moment he pissed off my girlfriend.

"They were murdered, my little brother could have died with them."

I heard a sharp discussion between her and him while I was in the Heartstone Trollmarket under London preparing for fight. I already knew what I was getting into, so if they call anything on me by a ritual, I'm gonna kill it.

"I've been on earth for over 900 years. I've seen a lot of people die, including my own relatives, death doesn't scare me."

"I understand how her death took you, but please keep the talk for yourself."

I was sharpening my sword, so I heard only bits of conversation when I heard her slap him. Claire then went to take care of her three-year-old brother, in the Trollmarket entertained himself by playing and chatting with trolls. You could say Blinky and Aarrgghh were now uncles for Enrique because he addressed them as uncles.

Douxie probably didn't expect to get a slap in the face from her, given that when I first met him he tried to flirt with her, but after he lost the woman he loved, I felt a kind of dislike for life in him. I patted him on the shoulder.

"Her parents just died, so just calm down." I said.

He looked at me with an angry look, especially after the fight yesterday before the assassination.

"How are you bothering me?"

"If you promised to help me, I'll help you."

He looked at me again.

"How are you going to help me? I've been alive for 922 years, I've lost everyone in the meantime, and everything I loved, I'm tired of living. I'm just being honest, and I've seen a lot of murders in my history."

I bit my lip because I wasn't expecting suicidal tendencies.

"I'll teach you to control your emotions and record that metal CD with you."

He looked around for a moment, but then he said "Fine"

Then I went to see her and her brother. In the meantime, a plan was forming in my head for the intrusion of the Mi6 building here in London.

"Master Jim, your little friend seems to be interested in knights." I heard Blinky while trying to entertain a small child.

"Blinky, that's okay, he seems to like the Trollhunter." Claire added.

Her little brother liked my armor and my sword, so I let him hold my sword under my supervision. We looked at each other in despair, because the child didn't know that mom and dad had died yet, and we didn't even know how we were going to explain it to him. So I tried to change the subject.

"I'm roughly clear on what I'm going to do next."

"What you want to do Jim?" she asked.

"I want to get into the British Intelligence building and get all the information from here to clear our names. Mi6 goes hand in hand with the CIA, and the fact that they're choosing countries whose history has to do with it."

"It sounds risky."

"It's risky, but I have to take action. By allowing themselves to harm your family, they have exceeded all limits."

I went to Eli and Krel. They both know a lot, so they'll help me.

Krel was in his true alien form and he was working on something. Eli studied something.

"I'm going to need help. How difficult is it to make fake IDs? I have a plan, and I need a fake profile to make them think I'm an analyst."
"Jim, good thing you're thinking about it. I've already explained to Steve that each of us will have new identities." Eli responded.

"I just finished analyzing the rest of the explosive from the wreckage you brought me, I already know what kind of explosive they used." Krel said "Nitrogen fertilizers and gasoline, it seems their practices have not changed since Oklahoma City."

Eli looked at me "I explained Krel the principe of the false flag attacks. It's no coincidence that tragic events take place all over the world to create an image of a pentagram."

"How long will it take me to build a profile to look like an intelligence officer?"

"With the technology here in a moment, but you'll have to handle the personal interactions on your own."

"I don't mind that, I need it as quickly as possible."

Krel threw into my hands a suit that looked like an FBI agent's uniform.

"When I pulled Claire and Toby out of the Metro City police station, this is what I was wearing."

I eyed the black and white suit and tie curiously. It was a completely different outfit to what I normally wear.

"Won't that be suspicious?"

"As suits, they're dressed normally, except for plainclothes agents." Eli said.

"Thanks." I said.

I went to change into a suit, and kind of rearranged my appearance so they wouldn't recognize me. I changed my hair, noticed moustache which was growing and the change took me by surprise.