Ah yes. Him. We've a mutual agreement, Bill and I stay away from Fleet Street and he takes care of our resident assassinthief, what little she can't take care of herself that is, and I've begun to learn that that little is quite little indeed, microscopic even.
I can't think of anything you'd need to bring, though candy corn wouldn't go amiss if you'd like to get on Freedom's good side, and given as how she's rather our guard dog, being our ship-turned-girl and all, that might be in your best interests. Other than that I can't think of anything. Address is [address on the outskirts of London] and I'll be here the rest of ... ever I suppose.