Ignoring Sister Abigail, Father Anderson walked into the church and met the head priest.
"What missions do ye have for me." Anderson asked getting straight to the point.
The priest seemed shocked at the man's abruptness and settled for eying the nun standing by Father Anderson's side. Far too much for Anderson's liking. He wasn't jealous but it was unseemingly for a man of God to be staring so intently at the woman's modified habit.
"Do ye have a mission for me or did I waste a trip across this accursed country for nothing?" Anderson nearly growled.
In addition to paying far too much attention to the nun beside him, the head priest was also fat. A crime against his oath as far as Anderson was concerned. After all, Francis of Assisi was an order dedicated to poverty and overeating was hardly an indication of that devotion.
"The supernatural activity is of course heaviest at night." The head priest as if that was all the explanation that Anderson needed.
"Why don't you tour the city, familiarize yourself with what the hunting ground will be like and get something to eat? San Francisco is known for its fine food."
Anderson resisted the urge to growl again and nodded and turned without speaking to the priest of the church or Sister Abigail.