"You!" Stanley froze, and the rest of the bunch turned to look to Chris for guidance. When none was forthcoming, Tobias rolled his eyes.

"Americans." He grumbled. "They never plan for anything."

Stanley recovered himself then. "You're under arrest." He informed the man who had recognized and called him out in front of a room full of rough characters.

The man laughed. "You and what army, Inspector?" He wanted to know.

Tobias was up and beside the boy in a second, while the rest of the Inspectors huddled back in the hopes of not being recognized. "I wouldn't call us an army, but then, I don't know that we need one for the likes of you, Wilson."

Wilson scoffed. "You two must be out of your heads to come after me here, you know that?"

Roger tapped Chris on the shoulder. "Come on, if you want your man once the fun starts." Athelney had already disappeared, though Giles was still huddled in the corner.

Chris slipped out of his seat after Roger. They made their way to the back of the room unnoticed; all eyes seemed to be on Stanley and Tobias and their man. Nobody even noticed as Roger, Athelney, and Chris found the man they were looking for.

Roger and Athelney had their eyes on the front, waiting. Chris looked up in time to see Stanley land a blow on that Wilson character, and everything exploded into chaos from there.

Chris's companions moved quickly; they had a hold on their target before he could even begin to dart away in the confusion.

"Going somewhere?" Roger asked in a friendly tone. Their target glowered and spat at the two men.

Athelney turned his hold on the man over to Chris. "I'm going to go help the others." He said. "If Giles gets involved…" He didn't finish the statement as he strode off into the crowd.

"We aren't supposed to be here." Roger informed Chris matter-of-factly as they dragged their now struggling captive towards the back entrance. "Not an innocent to be found here, and every one of these men would love to kill at least one of us." He grinned.

His grin disappeared as they reached the street and Chris drew his firearm and fired in one swift motion. Roger stared at the corpse he was now holding with distaste. "Was that really necessary?" He wanted to know as he released his hold on the body.

Chris shrugged. "He needed to be stopped."

Roger shook his head. "That kind of guy isn't much trouble. You can scare them into silence." He pointed out.

"For a while." Chris replied shortly. The last thing he wanted to do was debate ethics and morality with a member of Scotland Yard. "This way he's silenced for good."

Roger just shook his head. "No wonder Giles hates this kind of stuff." He commented bitterly. "Well, you've got your man, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make sure no one else gets killed tonight." He turned without another word and strode back inside.

Chris just stood there and watched him go. His job was done here.


Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and the boys do not belong to me.