'Ah, well that changes things.' Seth said and climbed up onto the boat, eyeing up the badge, and quickly switched back to his natural Irish accent but lowering his voice so the boat's guests didn't hear, seeing there was no point in trying to avoid creating suspicion.
'Medical officer Seth McCarthy, Van Hellsing Agency, Vatican authorised group seventeen. Or was it nineteen? Anyway, you've just walked in on one of our operations. If you've also got an operation in the same area I suggest your team stays away from ours. Other than the massive ego conflict, having two competitive investigation teams on the same site would be bad for cover reasons anyway. Hopefully we won't have to use those guns, and we definately don't want the meat. If it's anything else you want i'd suggest you talk to our boss, who I believe is... I believe she just jumped out of that window...'
Turning to Noelle, he smiled and helped her steady herself before she fell over, laughing slightly at the joke.
'Sure thing, where's your suitcase?'
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