[h2][center][color=f7941d]Arthur Steiner[/color] & [color=39b54a]Jeremy Arthur Velera[/color][/center][/h2]

[i]Now what in the name of God is going on here? This place is a madhouse![/i]

Who thought that thought was irrelevant, because the though described the mood that was filling up both Jeremy's and Athur's mind right now. Arthur was having such thoughts, because the question of who this man was - this Lichfield from a bureau somewhere down in Washington D.C., Arthur wasn't aware of any men's clubs with a written permission from the President to do whatever the hell they wanted to do -, because he was sure as the fate of Rome as he knew that this wasn't Inspector Lexington. What was he doing here, and why now? It was too big a coincedent that he just so happened to knock on their door right as they were...making their own investigation into their associate's untimely death. 

Jeremy on the other hand was having a mental breakdown, just from the sight of this G-man. [color=39b54a]"...You...why have I seen you before?"[/color] Jeremy said quietly to himself, yet audible enough for his newly made aquintance, Fredrick to hear. Jeremy had indeed seen him before in his dream the night before, in the No-man's land of the Dreamlands. He had been standing there, looking as confused as the rest of the group, though with a look of defiance in his eyes. 

And when he thought about it, the man standing behind Lichfield also looked familiar. And the other man and student as well...This, this was simply a mountain of madness, piling up on Jeremy like a cloud of gas filling one's lungs with toxic gas. 

[color=f7941d]"I see, though I would have preffered to be updated about the involvement of the federal police. Or however has an interest in a simple suicide-case."[/color] Arthur looked sternly at this Lichfield, his eyes never leaving his eyes, while his hand still clung tightly around the [b]The American Prophecy[/b]. He blinked, but only once, while the two men standing further down the hallway were now coming into his view. [color=f7941d]"And you two, back there? Who are you? What are you doing here?"[/color]

Jeremy's foot set itself in front of the other. Then the other foot in front of the first. [b]Clack-clack. Clack-clack.[/b] Like a man headed for death-row, to the hang-man's noose or the electric chair. Jeremy knew he had seen these people before. [i]The agent. The man of Stone. The professor, and the Student. The Teutonic Knight.[/i] It frightened him. A sense of dread, of dark and slimy fright clinging to his chest. But he had to keep going, towards his imminent fate, like the loyal trooper he was trained to be. 

[color=39b54a]"I'm Jeremy Velera, mechanic of Ferguson & Sons motor cars, though that's irrelevant Sir. I'm a madman to say this, but have the Lady in White spoken with you? Mentioned my...Our arrival?"[/color]