Mattias coolly leaned against a wall, feigning nonchalance as he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves. He didn't need another unintentional transformation on his hands in such a delicate situation. He could already feel his muscles beginning to stir ever so slightly. So Mithias Varomere was here with a group of either mercenaries or Soldier operatives. For what purpose? Likely to investigate the rumors circulating the UK, much the same as Mattias. [i][color=0076a3]It's in my best interest to aid them then,[/color][/i] he mused. [i][color=0076a3]I'll keep a low profile and step in if things escalate to violence. Maybe we can help each other out.[/color][/i] Mattias barely picked up the sound of screaming from the operative's (he was pretty sure they were operatives) communicators. [i][color=0076a3]That can't be good.[/color][/i] The cigarette seemed to be doing it's job, as Mattias started to calm down. He took a low, steadying breath, and continued to take drags while watching for signs that the beast within him was needed.