"Thank you," he says, mildly, with a smile. "We try. Yeah, officially we're the guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors. It was formerly defunct, my boss - Sir Integra Hellsing, I knew her in a city a little like this once before - took it over and we're pretty much filling the niche and doing some of our own thing. Social services, investigative work, crisis response." All with a supernatural bent, naturally.

The delicate balance between Integra's philosophy (kill 'em all and let god sort 'em out) and Nuala's approach (peace to prove a point) makes life interesting, but sheer bloody-mindedness is getting them through. They make it work, and even Sol's casual discussion of his work indicates pride in it, in the people he works with.