"Damn the breeze," Phileas cursed,"I've no clue as to where she's gone. You, Verne, smell anything?"
"Sorry Fogg, the wind's carried the scent away. How are we to find her now?"
"Use your other senses, do you hear anything?"
"No…," Jules points into the sky,"But Fogg, do you see that?" A large ship, similar in shape to the Prometheus, was hovering just above the Paris skyline.
"I thought we destroyed that bloody thing," Phileas seethed.
"It's not the Prometheus, Fogg. It's smaller than it should be," Verne commented.
"Whatever it is, it means one thing. We're not the only ones out on the street tonight, Verne, the League, it seems, is going to keep us company."
* * * * *
"Miss Rebecca, you seeing this?" Passepartout gestured out into the night air. Glancing up from her work, Rebecca scrutinized the shape in front of them, recognizing it at once.
"It's like a worm, you chop off one end but the other keeps on squirming," Rebecca commented.
"What is you saying, Miss Rebecca?"
"I'm saying Passepartout, that there are two halves to The League of Darkness. Though Phileas managed to destroy Count Gregory's half, as well as Count Gregory himself, there is yet another half to be dealt with."
"Me is thinking that this ship being here, over Paris, where Monsieur Verne is, is not coincidence."
"I agree with you Passepartout, it's not a coincidence, nor is it a good sign. We should locate Verne and my cousin at once."
* * * * *
As Phileas and Jules turned the corner into an alleyway, what they'd been looking for ran straight into them, literally. She held tightly to his Verne's arms for support, as her legs gave way beneath her. "Please," she whispered, fading into unconciousness,"Please don't let them find me." Once more, Verne scooped her up in his arms, as her head lolled back and her eyes closed. Further down the alleyway, a rustling could be heard. The sound of heavy footsteps on the cobblestone reached them, and Verne glanced nervously from the girl in his arms to Phileas. Whatever lurked in the alley was approaching rapidly and Phileas grabbed Verne's arm, pulling him away from the alley as a dart flew past them.
"The League," Fogg whispered harshly, alarmed at their presence,"Verne, I think it's time to go." Jules quickly nodded as the girl shifted in his arms, but did not wake.
"We'll be safe in my apartment."
Gesturing further down the street to the window in which a light blazed, Phileas pointed,"Verne, isn't that your apartment?" As they watched, a man stepped in front of the window and smashed the glass. Swallowing hard, Jules nodded.
"Nevermind then."
"Don't worry, it seems the cavalry has arrived." Beside the Prometheus like ship, the faint outline of the Aurora was visible. As Phileas spoke, another dart flew past them, and they pressed themselves up against the walls in the doorway of a building.
All was silent after that, until Phileas' harsh whisper,"Run." Following his advice, Jules fled down the street, his feet banging against the cobblestones as the door beside which they'd been standing flew from it's hinges. "Head for the Auror…" Phileas' voice came again through the commotion, though he was interrupted as a gun shot rang out through the night.