M coughed in a loud, vaudeville, obviously trying to gather the room's attention. In his normal strong authorities voice, that almost seemed to radiate generations of his family’s aristocratic lineage and upbringing, he began to speak in a low monotone voice.

“Now that, we are all acquainted with one another, it is time to truly get down to business. In 4 hours time, in the London Bayview docks, a mister Ishmael and his vessel will take you to the town of Kingsport, a little town only a few miles from Arkham. It is there you will meet our contact Mr. Carter, who will take to Miskatonic University and debrief you on all the details known about the suspects and their possible whereabouts.” M said flatly from a high in the Museum Balcony

“I look forward to working with all of you in the near future.” He said, as his figure disappeared completely into the shadows.