Nestori had never been in London before, though he had imagined it to be as big and beautiful as Helsinki. He had underestimated the capital of Britain, he knew that the very second that the ship arrived to the harbor. An enormous city reeking with enormous buildings, some of which were still being repaired from war. It was a pity that the town had been a target of Germany bombardment, this fine city and it's civilians. Unfortunately war was like that; those not participating in it would also suffer.

 He was good in English, at least people did understand him in London. And he was decent in map-reading, so it wasn't long before he found himself in the Conference room. Five other people around a conference table with drinks on a silver plate. He had taken a glass of fine whisky, though he was not too sure if there were local habits of enjoying it. He was a farmer, his best suit he had- which he was wearing now- was red and white -flannel and a hunting jacket, with leather shoes to accompany with some cotton trousers he saved for finer occasions. He had taken those with spare trousers and another flannel when he had left his farm.

 His brother and sister had been asking where he was going, as the fall was coming and they needed to get vegetables in the ground fine time before winter. He had said that there had been job opportunity for him that would help the farm greatly, though he didn't go to detail about what he was going to do. Nestori didn't know either, but as it was related to his military career, he assumed it wasn't anything too nice. However he was willing to do this for his farm. They would need bigger fields, forests of their own and animals if they wanted to live. And the Romani would need payment too. None of them had been special at school, and farming was the only thing they knew they could do. That future had to be saved.
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By the time the presentation was over, he had forgotten his farm completely. His whisky had halted on it's way to Nestori's mouth. His hand was shaking a little. The story had been horrendous; Piles of dead bodies, torture, forced infection, terrible end of a life for men, women and [b]children[/b], for Christ's sake. The picture that could be watch only fueled the hatred inside his head. 

 Nestori knew little about Nazi acts. Finland had sent some of the Jewish people to Germany during the Continuation war and that had outraged people in government. And to think that some of them might have faced a fate such as that... It wasn't a war crime. It was crime against god himself. Main twelve people behind the act were out there in the world, saved by a now dead SS-personnel. The men around the table were to find and assassinate them for fine amount of money and justice. Nestori gritted his teeth together before taking another sip from his whisky.

 By the time he had put the glass on the table, the concerns were out there about the success of this mission. Though Captain Farquharson made an excellent selling speech, the american man with blue eyes and short blonde hair was half right. World was a big place, and there was no guarantee that they would find the twelve easily. Nestori didn't think that the mission was futile, however. And neither did the beautiful woman who Nestori thought was from Sweden, judging by dialect. Nestory nodded to the woman's speech before clearing his throat.

 "Well, we have a start of a track. And I want to hunt these devil children." Nestori said, giving some pauses between the sentences. He took a small sip from his whisky, licked his lips and then watched at Rabbi and Captain. "But I worry. If I can meet my family while searching them all..."