The NYC Subway, modern day.

There was a steady drip-drip of water as a figure crept along in the shadows of the subway tunnel.  The figure in question was about five feet tall, long, silver hair, pointed ears, and crazed, brown eyes.  He pulled his overcoat, which was rather big for him, tighter to ward off the damp cold.  He came to a pile of rubble, which he walked right through, since he knew it was an illusion, the little damp hallway on the other side led to a small chamber where his accomplices awaited him.  

"Bad news, friends, the elf scout wouldn't talk.  And from the field reports, the target has moved to a ship, which is now sailing over to London."  Said the elf, holstering his human gun.  One of his companions, an ogre, slammed his massive, gray fist on the table,

"Five m'nths we've waited, Finias, five m'nths down here, in thees," he spat, "hooman tuunel, I hate iet!"

"Patienshe, friendsh.  Shoon the... target will be oursh, and thish object ish worth waiting for, Bandoi."  Said a gremlin with an eye patch and a missing right hand.  Bandoi, the ogre sat back on his stone.  The elf, Finias, looked around the rest of the group, Fudge, the gremlin, Bandoi, Robin, an outcast pixie, and Briar-rose, an evil naiad.

"We attack the ship to night, I was making sure some gargoyles wouldn't mind flying us over."

Meanwhile, on the surface, Daniel Kane boarded the very same ship, unaware of the adventure that was to take place.