Queen Victoria is on the throne. Brittannia rules the waves. There are always crumpets for tea.
You are part of an elite (well, exclusive) (well, eccentric) group dedicated to protecting society from the things that they would prefer not to know about. Not as difficult as one might imagine, given the famous British reserve.
You get a call from HQ to come and sort out a slight fracas. It seems one of your colleagues has come down with a spot of rabies...