The room was dark but for a light beaming down on to the papers on the rosewood desk. Ted Farmer was standing looking to the shadow cast men sitting on the opposite side. He couldn't see their faces, only their outlines which too were not clearly visible. He could have been talking to a brick wall for all he knew.

"So, Mr. Farmer." said one of the men, his English accent seasoned from years of study in what was surly a prestigious university. "We here at the counsel do not usually get requests such as these. And your scores are less then desirable, however since the many requests you have submitted, we do think we have found a place for you."

Sweat beaded on Farmer's forehead, his heart beating quickly with excitement. "The current slayer..."
"Slayers sir." corrected Farmer.

"Yes...Slayers," He replied jotting a note on the paper in front of him. "Are in America, but we here have identified several with the abilities to one day become Official Slayers. Their unusual abilities make them venerable to many influences. Increased strength, agility...So on, can be dangerous if not channeled."

Farmer nodded and clasped his hands in front of him. "Well, we have a Slayer in Training we think would benefit you. She was discovered not too long ago and our previous Watcher had a little...accident and will not be watching her. So, we would like you to assist her."

Farmer beamed with pride at these words and nodded. The shadowed man tossed a folder at Farmer who took the folder and looked at its pages.

"She is very inexperienced, a bit clumsy; she needs education, and training." The man then put an old tattered book on the table. "This will be your manual, and we have a few other Volumes we would like you to take with you. However you do realize that if questioned, we will not acknowledge you as a watcher or she as a slayer."

"Yes sir." said Farmer taking the book and looking again at the photo of the girl inside cover of the folder.

"Well, we take it that this is acceptable." the man asked.

"Yes sir, we will do you proud."

"Just keep the vampire population down in that area, and if at all possible do not get yourselves killed." Farmer nodded and walked from the room. When he had left the man put a folder on the table and looked to the man beside him.

"Are you sure this was a good idea?" the other man asked.

"Yes, we don't have the time nor the man hours to train a good watcher for her."

"Is Andrew going to be okay?"

"The doctor says he will be fine soon, after his nose is healed and his arm mended he should be back to work, but because of his leg, I'm afraid he may not be a good field Watcher until some physical therapy."

"All that from Training? Are you sure she won't do the same to him?"

"well it wasn't from training; it was from packing away the weapons. And as for him, at this point she does not need a watcher, she is so far down the list of Slayers in Training she will never see the top. But still, we need someone to keep her out of trouble, and if it keeps the Demon population down in that area I'd say it's just as well."

"But what about the Count."

"Count Von Whedon? I wouldn't worry about that Transylvanian reject."

"And what about the volumes you promised him?"

"Oh those? Abridged versions mostly, Out of date volumes of the Demon Registry, and a collection of 'Occult Today'. I'm sure he'd find more information in an American comic book then he would in a few of those."

The men laughed and looked down at Farmer's folder. One man stamped "Approved" in red on the front page and put it inside a "Top Secret" folder along with a copy of the folder of the slayer he had been assigned. "Fluffy Winters". Beside her name "Surrey" was written, but crossed out, written in its place was "Sunningdale"

"Are you sure she won't be a Slayer?"

"She's one step to being one just by her strength, but I wouldn't Count on it if she keeps breaking her Watcher's nose. And as far at this folder is concerned they don't exist. Who would believe them anyway? Fluffy Winters, and her 'American' Watcher. I'm just glad I can stop reviewing his applications."