November 22nd Dublin, Ireland 4:18pm

The Sensitives, (people who's magic discipline is memory erasure) were trying to convince the mortals they hadn't seen what they thought they'd seen. Two sorcerers had gotten into a fight with a mortal and the damage had been extensive. Leon had just been leaving a bar, and he'd witnessed the whole thing. He felt a little anxious when he spotted the Cleavers (mindless agents made for killing) escorting the sorcerers into the back of a van in shackles.

Leon knew the agents from the Irish Sanctuary where there, assessing the damage, and he didn't exactly want to be questioned. After all, since the war with Mevolent, Leon had moved from America to Ireland to escape the American Sanctuary's wrath.

He'd heard of the Dead Men - who hadn't? They were a group of seven men who embarked on suicide missions during the war and came back alive every time. Even when he Skeleton Detective, Skulduggery Pleasant, was burned to death, he came back to life as a skeleton by sheer willpower alone.

Leon didn't quite fancy meeting the detective.