"Done. The Council usually slumbers and even when they wake, they don't come out in public," he says with a tone hinting that he's grown used to repeating that stock phrase. "It's shit timing, but none of us can choose our own fate, hein? Well, no one of our calibre can chose."

"You might want a copy of this." 'This (http://multiversal.livejournal.com/21726.html#cutid1)' being a helpful pamphlet that Réjean authored and got published. "And, presumably your friends have told you that if you break the laws -- which are flexible and generous in comparison to what we would know from home -- if you break them, you'd best hope Hellsing finds you first or you'll make the local news. Did you see the heads outside? I've been told that there was a slip-up in preparation and they didn't properly bind their consciousness into the skulls and now no one can tell if they've moved on or are just trapped in their own rotting flesh. Oh well, there's always next time?"