The airplane set down at the London airport with a rough bump, but managed to stay under control as it slowed and headed to the terminal. Foster sighed in relief as the engines finally shut down and the terminal connector expanded outward and attached to the side of the airplane. He flipped on the internal comm. "Ladies and Gentleman, we apologize for the rough ride and hope none of you were injured. Thank you for flying London Air." He turned off the comm and turned to Walcott. "About time we landed."

Foster and Walcott opened the door to the cockpit and were greeted by two Bureau security agents. The taller of the two addressed them. "Sirs, are you alright?" he asked.

Garrett nodded. "Yeah...yeah, we are. We detained the attackers and knocked them out, so you should have no problem arresting them."

The agent nodded. "Good. Please, come this way. Your car is waiting. Agent Merlin is waiting for you at HQ."

They quickly headed through the security check and exited the building, to find a black Cadillac sedan waiting outside. Two more security guards stood outside. Although they appeared to be unarmed, Garrett was sure they had some sort of high-tech weapons from Dr. Osamu's office. They got into the sedan and accelerated away.

It took nearly an hour for them to reach the London Headquarters. Located in the Westminster district near the Thames River, which was commonly referred to as "Central London," it was a massive but inconspicuous building, dating back to the mid-1800s. The ideal location for a top-secret, multi-national organization that hunted down supernatural artifacts and people.

The sedan rolled up to the security checkpoint, and a scanner popped out from the building. It made two passes over the vehicle before a green light appeared on the gate in front of them. It slid away and they entered the compound parking lot. After they were parked, which was almost right in front of the entrance to the building, Foster jumped out of the vehicle. Everyone else exited shortly after. Foster turned to the doors and watched as they swung open and a man in a trench coat and top hat exited.

"Good day, Agent Merlin. It is a pleasure to finally meet you," Garrett said, extending his hand to shake Merlin's.