[Dalton Attwater, Foyer, Tohsaka Mansion]

This was it. Dropping the bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder to the ground, Dalton pulled a small bird out of it first, then another, and then several more. Drawing one of his dozen knives, he smiled as his Magic Circuits activated. It was nearly time for him to find out how the rest of this war would go. His Servant was a massive part of that, both its class and its identity. 

Cutting into one of the birds, Dalton slowly spread its blood on the ground, mimicking the summoning circle that he'd spent so long memorizing at the behest of the Association. His job here was the same as it had been years ago: ensure that the secret of magecraft remained a secret. Of course, in a city where seven magi with impossibly powerful Servants would be fighting, the stakes were as high as they had ever been. Perhaps it would have been easier to immediately go to the Church and seek out whomever it was that represented them here. It likely would have been for anybody else, even another Enforcer. But his extended presence would only be seen as an insult. 

To be fair, it was. Why else would the Association officially send somebody to ensure the ritual remained undetected, than as a show of distrust in the Church? What had happened ten years ago was easily explainable, but the catastrophe could easily have been much worse, or much more noticeable. Fires happened all the time. Inexplicable craters with hundreds of corpses did not.

Breaking his rumination, Dalton returned to the messy work of making the circle. The sooner his Servant was summoned, the better.