Ermergerd-Lock power walked across the large, open foyer with a staircase at each end and a balcony surrounding the floor above. He skidded to a halt in the middle of the foyer and looked around, which is kind of stupid.

From his right, a figure runs across the balcony and fires a gun at him. It misses and the person swore as he continued to run. Ermergerd-Lock ran the opposite way, throwing himself to the floor and sliding to take shelter behind a statue. He didn't slide very far so he did the worm to the statue instead. The figure tried to fire a few more times but kept missing.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he yelled in a language other than English.

Back in the restoration room, the place Jawn and Soo Long are taking shelter, Jawn heard the fire and looked over at Soo Long.

"I have to take this. Bolt the door behind me, K?"

When she nodded, he nodded back and walked out. Soo Long's face filled with dread as she heard the door slam behind Jawn.

The doctor walked into the foyer, stopping to look at exhibit before the gun fired a few more times. He ducked for cover as they started to ring out, seeming to come from all around him. He started to have some war flashbacks and stood up, yelling to retreat to the nearest column.

Ermergerd-Lock let Jawn be the distraction as he ran up the rest of the foyer and up the stairs. He ran into another display room and the gunman ran out from behind his cover and towards Ermergerd-Lock. He started to fire again as the detective ducked behind a display cabinet of ancient skulls.

"Careful, you uncultured swine!" Ermergerd-Lock called as the man fired again. "For fuck's sake! These skulls are hella old! Have some goddamn respect!" There was silence and Ermergerd-Lock rolled his eyes. "Thank you! Damn youth. No respect for anyone."

As the silence continued, Ermergerd-Lock peered through the glass of the case for the gunman.

Ehyo, in the restoration room, Soo Long looked around, beginning to have an anxiety attack. Poor kid.

A drum beat began to sound. Jawn wasn't sure if it was his blood pumping in his ears or legit drum, but Soo Long closed her eyes in despair when it happened and Ermergerd-Lock looked about as if he heard it too.

"Fuck," Jawn muttered. "Nothing's ever clear cut, is it?" he wondered aloud.

When the drumming stopped, assuming it was actually legit, Soo Long took a shaky breath and crawled out from under a desk. On top of the hiding place, paper work fluttered in a slight breeze, even though air conditioning was banned. She crawled to the edge of the table and peered over it before standing up. A door behind her opens and a guy a bit older than her appears.

"Heeeeere's Johnny!" he whisper shouted.

She turned around and gasped. Her gaze started to soften and she gave him a weak and shaky smile.

"Laing," she said, or so the transcriber says. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke again. "Big brother," she said in not English. She reached out and cupped his face with her hand. "Pls."


Jawn looked around for Ermergerd-Lock, a little pissed of that, yet again, he wasn't important. A single gunshot rang out and he gasped. "Gasp!"

He raced back to the restoration room and looked around for the gunman. He sighed as he found Soo Long lying dead on the table. Sitting on her forehead was a black origami flower, like that ominous one we remember seeing being made.

Ermergerd-Lock appeared from no-where and sighed. "Poor kid. She had to Bear Grylls for days, probably eating rats and waiting to drink tea. It's a hard knock life, as the youth say."

"That," Jawn said, turning to face his friend, "is possibly the most stupidest thing I've ever heard. What the hell does that even mean?"

Ermergerd-Lock furrowed his eyebrows. "She had to Bear Grylls. Ya know, live in inhabitable environment, such as the sewers, and survive for God knows how long. It's gross."

"W-what goes on in your mind that you'd think that'd be a good thing to say?" Jawn asked, shaking his head.

The detective shrugged. "I dunno. Anyway, no time to sit around chatting, we gotta go."


As the sun rose, the new employee walked into the museum and gasped. Quite a mess was made! Alex, the employee, even found a dead body! Traumatised, Alex quit that day, his third day on the job. He had such a hard time finding jobs and then shit like that happens. Several months later, he still didn't have a job and he had to move out of his flat, unable to pay for his flat. He tried to get counselling for what he saw that morning, but it was too expensive. He got into drugs, but after several months of being an addict, he was unable to pay and he was killed.

The moral of the story is: don't London, or don't let Ermergerd-Lock live in London. Whichever is easier.


DI Dimmock rummaged through some paper work, ignoring the unwanted guests in his office. The BSB stood a short distance away from Dimmock, their arms crossed.

"How much murder has to happen before you think, 'hmm, maybe there is a manic out there'?" Jawn asked, shaking his head. Dimmock ignored that and walked between the boys and to a filing cabinet. "A young girl was gunned down tonight. Tat's three vics in three days. You're the police. You're supposed to be finding him."

Ermergerd-Lock moved between Dimmock and Jawn and put his hands on his hips. "Brian LuckLess and Eddie Van Cullen were working for a gang of international smugglers called the Black Water Flower which is operating in London right under your fugly nose."

With a gasp, Dimmock turned around and looked up at Ermergerd-Lock. "Can you prove that?"

"Of course," Ermergerd-Lock said with a smirk. "Because I'm Batman."


A/N: It's a christmas miracle!

Hey my darling readers! Look at you, so pretty!

I feel bad about not updating sooner so I'm gonna work a lot more on this and publishing as regularly as possible, with the knowledge that I'm a bad person :)

ILY! x