Mikael stepped off the bus, directly in front of the church in Eureka, California. Due to the heat, Mikael was wearing black jeans and a black cut-off V-neck. He had a military style suit case slung across his back holding his katana, some extra clothes, a copy of the letter he received from the Regiment, and a picture of his family. He had his pistol holstered across his stomach, under his shirt, and a plethora of knives tucked into various places such as his back pocket, two in each boot, and another couple in his pack.

Mikael looked around, and spotting the diner, started walking towards the alley. As he did, he began to slowly replay the last couple of days in his head. It all started when he had decided to join the Regiment over spending his life in jail. Then the man from the forest took him home, and before leaving, explained a couple things to him. The man told Mikael to expect to have to work with others, and not just that, but possibly werewolves. He also said something about vampires, but Mikael didn't care as much about them. He knew some of the vampires weaknesses from the books his father had collected, but had never seen one in real life. He was focused on the werewolves. The man told Mikael he would get the chance to slay some of the foul beasts, he may have to work with a few as well. Mikael was also informed that any attempt to kill a "coworker" would result in his prison sentence coming back. After the man left, Mikael received a letter in the mail, telling him to pack up and find a way to Eureka, California. He packed quickly and lightly, leaving specific instructions to his landlord to not open the chest in the middle of his apartment and to send it to the address Mikael would eventually call with. He wasn't about to leave his only belongings from his father across the country.

As Mikael rounded the corner, the hairs on his neck raised. He saw a wolf, two men, and two women. [s]Undoubtedly, the women were werewolves. He couldn't mistake the smell, not after what he had gone through.[/s] Something about a wolf standing calmly with humans rattled him. He had read about wolves being companions of werewolves, and decided to be careful. He pulled a knife out of his boot, flipped it so the blade rested against his arm, and slowly made his way to the group of people. He stood a short distance away, took a deep breath, and walked up to the group, hearing something about a task force who hunts supernaturals. His blood began to pound.

He would wait for the man to speak his piece, then reply with "Silence". His heart pounded fiercely as the excitement grew within him.