Jameson was near to falling asleep as the bells tolled the changing of the guard when he saw a young toff walking through the streets as if he were looking for some one. Now it would not have been to much of a surprise to Jameson to see a toffed down this way, enough gambling halls and dark holes that held other vices for all the toffs to enjoy the night in. no what was off with this Toff was that he was one of Lord Akeldama’s new drones. The papers had been all a flutter about this one. He was a lordling of some sort who’s grandfather if not his father had been a Picklemen, ready to cry the world falling into ruin with the vampires and werewolf’s being accepted into society. So what was Lord A’s new Drone doing down here.

Picking up his bowl and mat as if he had no care in the world Jameson kept his eye on the man. He did not seem to be in any hurry, nor did he seem to know just where it was he needed to go. Cocking his head to the side he shifted his view and smiled. Lord A would be sad when this one finely was ready and Lady Ivy said yes. He was not even close to being of excess soul, so he was just going to die. Finely the man seemed to find the hole he was looking for and slipped into the rickety tenement. Looking around Jameson lay his mat down acrossed from the door and tucked the bowl under his head like a pillow. He might not have been seen sleeping here before but there was no one here and if the regular came they would make it clear that this was not his space. but until then he could easily watch for Lord A’s man.

It was not long when the man came back out, but his clothes were nothing like then had been when he went in. when Jameson had first spotted him he was wearing a fresh white shirt with just a hint of ruffles at the cuffs over which he had worn a dress jacket and cape. His pants had been freshly pressed, his shoes finely polished with barely a touch of dirt. Now the man wore a pair of workmen’s pants, a faded and grungy plaid shirt with suspender of red holding up the pants. His boots were scuffed and looked to be two sized to large. The man pulled a cap over his ruffled hair and walked deeper into the streets of white chapel. So Jameson had found one of Lord A’s buildings where his Drones changed into less savory looks. It made sense that Lord A would never allow his young men to leave his place looking as such.

The shrill whisle of an automaton bobby had him up and running. A few of the locals jumped back in supires and looked behind him for the bobby he might be running from. Those who had seen him enough knew who he was and only stepped aside as he took after the sound.

Hours later he pushed againted the door of his flat as he jingled the key in the lock as he tired to get it open. The ravens nearby cried out to him to come join them in the air. Smileing up at them he sighed. If he had not had to take down the drunk wife beater, running after him through the streets for what seemed to be miles he would have. But now he was tired beyond any reason. To many chases and not enough to show for it. The ravens seeing his surge took off calling him names that he sighed at. On the stove was the meal he had set to cook that morning, his land lady would have thrown a fit if she had known he did that. After his dinner he sat down to write a letter to his mother but after nodding off for the third time he put it up and went to bed. Tomorrow would be a new day and he could deal with it then.