“I spy with my little eyes that something’s not right“

Hans got sharp eyes. Eyes sharp enough to notice something  wrong was going in London and he did no wanted anything to do with it.

So he tried his best and stay out of it. Too bad that his own sharp eyes which he was quite proud of was what caught the QEQO’s attention and so he was recruited.

“Bollock! Guess I have to do the Queen’s bidding now…”

Now he has uses his charms, luck, and skills with guns to keep himself, often finding himself in the bars to drink his frustration away.

“Just my luck to be assigned to a case of finding a crazed serial killer in the death of night“