A/N: Hi there. I didn't give much of an author's note in the last chapter. So, yeah, long time no see. I've been flooded with work, and this story just came out of nowhere. I'm writing my boards in a few months, so it's going to be worse, I guess. But anyway, this story is all twisted as far as I'm concerned. There's going to be a lot of switching of perspectives, narratives, writing formats etc. I'm going to go all out on this story, I guess. But more than anything its really, really experimental, seeing how good can get with speech and stuff. Since its experimental, I think it's more important that you people review, and tell me whether its working or not. Or if you're one of those shy types, then I guess you could PM me.

But as always, enjoy! This is a short chapter inserted to provide continuity.

As the abandoned factory burned down, the Scotland Yard took their time to assemble. The yellow tape was drawn across the perimeter, and the firetrucks slowly withdrew. Two detectives entered the demarcated area after putting up a small fight with the press.

"I'm not implying anything," the taller one said, clearly being a man. "I'm directly telling you, Trump is just wrong."

"Substantiate," smiled the smaller one, clearly being a woman.

"We have a burnt factory here, and you want me to substantiate why I want to vote for Clinton."

"Hey, small talk."

"Small talk is boring. Denny! Denny, over here! Yes, brief us, quickly, we have no time."

The young man named Denny came running towards them with a small legal pad clutched in his hands. "Yes sir. This was a film manufacturing unit that was run my Eros Inc. and was shut down fifteen years ago due to lack of demand. The nature of the fire strongly suggests that it was arson, and we have our men looking into it, sir."

"Brilliant job, as usual, Denny," the woman detective spoke up. "Do you have any survivors of the fire?"

"…it was abandoned, ma'am." Denny was confused.

"It need not be organic. Anything." She explained. "A fob watch, a calender, a diary, a suicide note, anything."

"Ah," Denny nodded. "We found a little piece of parchment that was rolled tightly inside a small aluminum canister that survived the explosion. I couldn't make it out, so maybe you two should take a look at it."

"Most certainly we will, won't we Bob?" she smiled.

"Damn right we will Diana. Lead the way Denny."

It was not even charred. It was perfectly normal. It wasn't singed, yellowed or anything. It looked like someone just wrote it on a piece of paper now.

"What was the state of the canister when you found it?" Diana enquired.

"The exterior was pretty much battered, and somewhat molten if I may say so," Denny answered. "But the interior was unaffected, thus explaining how the parchment survived the bomb."

"You're sure it's a bomb?" Bob asked.

"Fairly sure, yes. We've detected minute quantities of nitrates scattered across the factory, and since most of them become nitrogen due to the late reaction on our side, we're having difficulty finding out the nature of the bomb."

"But it's a bomb."

"It's a bomb."

"Right. Can you show me the parchment?"

Diana handed the small Ziploc bag that contained the parchment inside it using a pair of tweezers. Bob took it with his hands, and looked at it under the light of a small lamp. He picked up a small magnifying class to examine the inked text with greater clarity.

Junge me Adveniat regnum tuum.

"It's Latin. It's Latin, I'm pretty fucking sure its Latin. Diana?"

"It's not a crypt?" Diana replied.

"I'm not sure. Denny, do the boys think it's a code of some sort?"

"No, they don't sir."

"Then it's very much likely that it's Latin. Let me get my phone out."

He opened google translate, and entered the text into the input, and soon enough he got his output.

"Join me to kingdom come," he proclaimed. He laughed under his breath. "Any idea what that-"

BOOM.

Yep. It was boring and predictable, but all in the name of continuity. And boredom. Please review!