A cop, witch, and bear walk into a bar...

If a beautiful woman ever walks up to you in your bar and says you better come with me, it isn't your lucky day, you have just been put between a rock and a hard place. Such is what happened when Fi walked in this morning, U-Haul loaded with trunks and crates of eclectic goods, and the promise of a new band. A quick drive over to National Harbor, gently explaining to newcomers the predicament they are in, and maybe a quick pint. That is what I thought we would be here for.
 
The dossiers on the other hand, well lets say they were green, some even to pants, others to even knowing what species they were. This would have been a bit of a challenge in its own right, but sure enough we pull in to a military grade armored vehicle, a few Selke corpses laid out and being harvested, right in the middle of the day. To push matters further Fi distributes their relics and aids, really not explaining much (thanks for leaving that for me!) and it seems each of these new band members was destined by Fate to have the loudest, flashiest, and most blatant of talents. Honestly a 7ft bear man was enough, and two gun slingers in armored vehicle would be enough to bring the heat. But a 10 ft. obsidian Anubian guardian, every animal in the Zoo, along with some other new and creative species, and some medieval armor, well I am sure the Smithsonian will be calling, I am just glad they don't have a SWAT team.
 
Well, you get what you get, charges in hand I bring them to the one place I know, the Shamrock. There they are finally able to get their story straight, after cleaning up and getting some food in them. It seems they are after a serial killer, a doctor, possibly even Jack the Ripper, who is in league with the mother of titans, who has got some serious issues with this crew. Unfortunately James, one of the local kids, seems to have a sister fallen prey to this Doctor, so it is off the Warehouse district to hunt down this miscreant.