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Liam projected his plan for a month; once he found the 'CenSSA', The  Centre of the Study of Supernatural Activity, he investigated about it from London. Apparently there wasn't anything strange, and even with his contacts he didn't find much, but he didn't give up. He knew well of the existence of supernatural beings and even If he always avoided them he was seeking for something else there. There weren't many organisation that studied the supernatural with such a headquarters comprehensive of a pressure chamber, probably for experiments, and due to his past Liam had to find If they had a connection with the scientists that experimented on him. Yes, he planned it meticulously, but it didn't matter—after years he found something like a track, and the only thought it could be linked to his past was enough for him. Soon he was then in Bristol, with his agenda cleaned for a while. He wasn't fond of the place, but he has a few friend that had contacts with people close to the organisation, and they suggested his services to the founder, a certain Patrick Kemp. He wasn't sure that it would have worked, but fortunately he managed to contact him directly and offer him his services as private investigator, assuring him he was able to find more than humans and that he was fearless. He even pretended to support his foolish cause, the cherry on the top that made him obtain his first case: surveilling a certain John Mitchell and the B. Edwards, a funeral parlour. When he did his researches about the place it didn't take much to find many odd things, he suspected it has been ran by vampires, but he couldn't find any certain evidence and he just started to be aware of their reality. That Mitchell, though, was a vampire for sure, as Kemp explained him. Liam though couldn't care less of him. His purpose was to stay near the organisation and to find what they actually did, and Mitchell, as he verified with his eyes, lived with a guy they were trying to bring to their side. The vampire represented the perfect tile. He could have investigated from afar, it was enough for what Kemp was planning, but he got to opt for an infiltration and get Mitchell's sympathy, more or less undercover. Two weeks after his arrival in Bristol he was in front of the funeral parlour, knowing it was the location of a series of meetings organized by Mitchell, also due to the information already collected; he could smell a group of vampires, and he was aware it wasn't only a risk for his nose, but in case he could always escape with a little 'trick'. He studied Mitchell's schedule carefully, again with the information Kemp already collected and waited him in front of the funeral parlour at the hour the meetings usually took place, holding only a briefcase.

// Yes... But I received your submission, I just didn't see it. *Hides* I just answered!

From all people that could fall asleep on him Liam wouldn't never with for himself someone with a bad smell or a supernatural being; in this case, he got both. His acute sense of smell was developed and the smell of vampire he caught on the other man was just too much - he didn't like much vampires, even less their scent, and he wondered, restraining himself from growling and kick him away, what he did to deserve that. After a deep breath his hands reached the vampire's shoulder, trying to push him away without waking him up, If he was lucky he could avoid any interaction. He laid him on the nearest seat, moving away.

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