The flight across the Atlantic lasted through the night. A dreary gray dawn greeted our very fortunate vampire as he stepped down from the jet in the old world the next day. Oh how times had changed. Despite how modern it appeared, being anywhere in Eastern Europe always felt like walking into the past. Memories of wars, tyrants, the church, plagues, and even the smell of horse dung on the streets came to mind. Mithias saw the faces of long dead vampires he had put down as he recalled his early years. As a hungry fledgling, he had also killed a lot of humans. Back then, Death seemed to rule with an iron hand. He shook his head to dispel the haunting visions. 

Grateful to be on the ground, and to have his fate no longer on the wings of that airplane, Mithias squinted his eyes up appreciatively at the cloud-covered sun. 

The structure of the English culture was comforting, its inherent militarism familiar to an old knight and ex-SOLDIER agent. Mithais was lucky to be able to keep his weapons without question, and not to mention Void's sword. Whoever this "Bedi" was who had invited him to London, he was hugely influential. Still, Mithias knew very little of the vainglorious vampire collector, not even his name. For the moment, he seemed to be a mysterious benefactor, but to what purpose? Surely he could have known nothing of Mithias as he lay bleeding on the ground at Kilo Point. If he had wanted Mithias dead, he could have finished him then. For this, he had earned a small degree of trust. ... a small degree. 

Mithias was mildly uncomfortable with physically delivering himself into the hands of a powerful unknown. His father had mentioned London, but Gabriel didn't know as much as he pretended to. As far as Mithais knew, the old one didn't have any actual clairvoyance, but he thoroughly enjoyed pretending to. This benevolent setup could still be a trap. 

Mithias was given instructions to wait, and shortly thereafter, a shiny, black, new Aston Martin drove up. He was given more instructions, God save the Queen, which included listening to even more instructions once he turned on his new cellphone. The Aston came with a new, black suit hanging in the backseat and a suspiciously swordlength steel (and airtight) case in the trunk. ... Goddamn. 

Mithias had all day to himself to sight-see, but he had to be at someplace called the Whispering Oak by nightfall.