1- A delicate matter

Three persons are in front of a door in Underground Atlanta, a man arrives toward them

Seeing the youngster is still in some kind of introspective mood, Mycroft just knocks on the door with bare knuckles.

"Hello? Is there anybody in?", he inquires.

I approach them. "Hello. Is everything all right?" I try to seem like a random passerby.

"Hello, good man. We are looking for a friend of ours. Do you perhaps know who lives here and whether they're home?", Mycroft responds to the stranger.

Oh! Do you know what kind of place this is? I thought it was all shops down here. Gwen gives the passersby her best smile

"I'm sorry, I don't know who lives here. You folks just looked like you could use some help." I try to respond to Gwen's smile, although it seems a little forced.

Suddenly the door opens within with incredible speed, Mycroft, who was half turn get grab by some clawed hands disappears in the darkness of the house and the door is shut rapidly. The entire scene did not last more than two seconds and Mycroft has disappears.

Mycroft! Gwen yells and kicks the door, preventing it from closing completely.
She draws a wand and gives Wayne a panicked look

"What the hell was that?!" I shout. Quick as a flash there's a knife in my hand.

Other reactions in front of the closed door ?

What do you do ?

I shake off my shock and begin to kick at the door, trying to force it open.

From behind the door you hear a voice.

Go away, this is a neutral ground I cannot hurt you go away I will release your friend in half an hour if you do not go further. Just enjoy your wait here !

"Neutral ground? Like Switzerland?" Eric exclaims incredulously. He lowers his knife and turns to Gwen. "Just who are you people, and what's going on?"

I return the question, why are you here ?

Don't hide behind accords you just violated, by taking Mycroft against his will. The courts nor the white council will accept that for a second. Release him at once!
Gwen has planet her feet securely in front of the door. While she waits for a response she is gathering power. The fun-loving girl is nowhere to be seen, instead is a redheaded fury is getting ready to defend the neutral grounds.

So be it, I was able to escape the white council thus far. I would kill you but I'm afraid it will not give me enough time to flee, so here is the deal you stay put an hour and I release your foolish friend.

If not I do not have anything to loose and I will kill him and yall. What do you say to this ?

Eric looks at Gwen and says "Look lady, I don't know who you and your friend are, but a friend of mine is somehow mixed up in all this. Please tell me what's going on."

Who are you? She calls to the door
To Eric she whipsers. I have no clue, but I intend to find out

Someone with enough power to mane or kill yall but does not want the White Council or any courts to come looking for him. I just need a little time to gather my stuff and go away; as you can see I am nearly desperate don't make any foolish move if you want to see your friend alive.

Just sit quiet for an hour and the door will open by itself. Do we have an agreement ?

Tell you what, you let Mycroft go right now, and I will wait for sundown to report this encounter.

He is male. He is fast. He is supernatural. He is desperate and on the run. This means that he is not a part of any of the major factions. He is not wild fay, as he is also concerned with the White Council.
A rouge wizard? Not that that speed. Gwen is tallying up the information she has gathered so fare

Sorry I do not have anymore confidence in you that you have in me. Just stay put an hour I am not asking for much.

At any rate, why did you come to bother me ?

We didn't seek you out. We were just pointed to this address. I need proof that Mycroft is okay if I'm going to stay put out here. She looks around, to see if there are any normals around - apart from Eric. She has an idear for a spell - complex as hell, but within her element. She wants to grab a pocket of exhalation air from each of the creatures inside that room, and funnel that pocket to her nose. Mycroft tea-drinker would be one if he is alive, and then the speaker. If there is anyone else, she would get a pocket from them as well.
She takes out a piece of chalk and draws her circle

"I'm fine, Gwen, thanks for asking", Mycroft's voice comes from the inside."Tied up, true, but this gentleman has not hurt me... yet"