As they passed through the streets of London the men seemed to drop or change items they were wearing. The first to change out of his outfit was the wolf. All four of them slipped into a small nook and moments later he could hear the sound of the man’s bones braking and him trying not to make sounds of pain. Tilting his head Jameson quk’ed in interest then waited hunched up as if asleep. Not to much later the men stepped from the nook, a large shaggy wolf/dog on a simple rope lead. Jameson wondered if the wolfs transformation was just as painful as his own, seeing as the man had to shrink down about the same amount as he did. Granted he was a rather large raven.

They moved on as Mister smith also shade his uniform, this going into a brick alcove that seemed to disapper as they closed the door on it. He now wore the clothes of a well to do merchant. Though to Jameson his face looked more like those in White Chapel then in the city center or the more well to do districts. But as they moved on his face too seemed to change. Well now that is quite interesting he watched as the two officers he knew also stripped out of their uniforms and changed into more respectable clothes.

Finely they stopped and looked around as they readied to enter a house that while was not the worst place, you still would not see some of the prim ladys there. Marking where he was Jameson settled in for a long wait. It was the warmth of the sun that awoken him, stretching out to catch the rays he watched the door of the house. By the time the church bells chimed half an hour before his shift started they still had not come out.

Flying to a cat house near the station he shifted back to human on the roof. He had saved the lady’s of the building months ago and they in turn had agreed to clean his spare uniform and leave it up there till her brought it back for a little fee. They did not know about him but they did not ask to many questions nor did his inspector on why he was coming out of a cat house. Walking in to the station the office behind the desk raised an eyebrow to him. “you have a visitor waiting for you in the interview room.”