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Intermission II - Edgar's and Luke's Day Off

Triton Household, Kensington

Edgar felt a little out of place in this part of London. The tall white stone buildings, the clean streets and flowers on every window. It was as if Edgar was some sort of parasite that somehow got into the neighbourhood. Still he paid no mind to the odd stares from the locals and knocked on the large oak door.

He had planned a great day and nothing was going to spoil it.

Soon he head footsteps approaching and the door opened to reveal Luke's mother Brenda. The older woman smiled brightly when she saw Edgar and opened the door fully to show she was wearing a blue business suit.

"Good morning, Edgar," she brightly said before turning inside, "Luke, Edgar's here," she cried.

"Right, I'll be there in a minute," Luke's voice sounded from the inside.

Brenda turned back to Edgar, "Thank you so much for taking Luke to school. Clark and I are busy today."

"It's no problem, Mrs Triton," Edgar told her before he leaned on the door frame with a half-smile, "by the way, you look absolutely stunning in a business suit."

Brenda giggled and waved her dismissively, "Aww you shouldn't flatter an older woman like me."

"I'm serious," Edgar continued, "I would love for you to be my boss and I definitely wouldn't mind being under y-"

"Hello Edgar," Clark Triton greeted in a deadpanned tone.

Lewis jumped slightly at Clark's sudden arrival, but smiled up at him as if he wasn't flirting with his wife.

"Morning Mr Triton, you look absolutely stunning in a business suit as well," Edgar greeted, earning an annoyed hum from Clark and a giggle from Brenda.

Rapid footsteps, alerted everyone of Luke's presence. Brenda moved to the side to let Luke, dressed in a school uniform, step through the door and greet Edgar with a happy smile.

"Good morning, Edgar."

"Morning Luke," Edgar cheerily said as he ruffled his hair, "ready for school?"

Luke sighed, "Yeah, I suppose," he mumbled.

"Now Luke, I know it's the last day of school before the holiday, but it's still important to go," Brenda told him.

"I know," Luke reluctant said, "But I still don't have to like it."

Edgar chuckled in amusement, "We better get going," he informed Luke.

After saying goodbye to his parents, Luke and Edgar began to make the journey to school. Edgar noticed the downtrodden expression on Luke's face and decided to talk to him about it.

"Not looking forward to it. Can't blame you," Edgar sighed as he put his hands in jacket pockets, "teachers are tedious creatures."

Luke looked up at him, "It's not like I don't like school. It's just the last day of term is so boring. We've done all our work and all we do is review all we learned over the term. I wish they just let us have recess all day then I'll be-"

Luke suddenly stopped talking when he noticed that they passed the street he usually travels down to get his school. He looked around and realised that they were a road unfamiliar to him.

"Er..,Edgar. I think we're going the wrong way," Luke told him worriedly.

"No, I don't think we are," Edgar calmly replied with a smirk, not bothering to look at Luke.

Luke frowned, "Are you sure? Because my school is back the way we came from."

"I said we were going the right way," Edgar respond as he turned to Luke, "I never said you were going to school."

"What do you mean?" Luke asked in confusion.

Edgar stopped abruptly and gave Luke an excited smile, "What would you say if told you that we're going to skip school and do something more...interesting?"

"Skip school!" Luke exclaimed.

"Don't announce it," Edgar shushed him.

"Sorry," Luke whispered, "But I can't skip school."

"Sure, you can," Edgar said with a shrug, "you were the one saying that there's no point in going, so why don't we go into London before school breaks out and beat the crowds."

"But they're expecting me there," Luke argued,

"No, they're not. Before I picked you up, I gave them a note saying you were sick and you couldn't come into day."

"Don't you need my parents' signature?"

"I forged it."

"You know my parents' signature?"

"I know everyone's signature," Edgar told him before his face turned serious, "but for legal reasons that's a joke."

"But what about my parents?" Luke questioned.

Edgar shrugged, "Lie to them," he suggested, earning a gasp from Luke.

"I can't do that."

"Sure you can, I lie all the time. I'm amazing at it. Oh, by the way I like your school uniform."

"Thank y- wait was that a lie?" Luke asked crossly.

"See amazing," Edgar answered with a grin, "Come on, you have the whole of London for the day. You can do anything. The world's your oyster. Paint the town red. Bunk off school. It'll be fun," he encouraged enthusiastically.

Luke looked down at his feet. He wasn't convinced that it was a good idea since his parents were expecting him to go. Edgar placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and squatted so they were eye to eye.

"Nobody will have to know. It's only for the day and we'll have fun. Is there anyplace in London you really want to go to?" Edgar asked.

"Well..." Luke started, "I quite like to go to the British Museum."

'The whole of London and he want to go to a bloody museum,' Edgar thought with a sigh, "sure...I suppose that's a start."

Luke looked unsure for a moment before his frown turned into an excited smile, "Let's do it!"

"Brilliant," Edgar said as they started walking again, "Luke, I'm going to teach what your school can't. Welcome to the school of life," he dramatically announced, "where I'm the only teacher you need. You are going to be taught all the things that made me the person I am today."

"A person who almost went to prison?" Luke questioned.

Edgar gave him a sharp look, "Lesson one: learn to shut your mouth."


The British Museum, London

Edgar and Luke took the underground to Russell Square station, where it was only a short walk to the museum. As Edgar predicted, it was not too busy. Only a few tourist groups and stragglers hanging about.

They saw the Rosetta Stone, the Greek statues, the mummies and everything that Luke wanted to see. They even entered a new exhibition dedicated to an ancient civilisation known as the Azran. Edgar had never heard of it before but apparently, according to research, they may have had advance technology known by modern scientists.

Edgar didn't think too much about it. It sounded rubbish to be honest.

"You having fun, Luke?" Edgar casually asked as they walked through the Assyrian exhibit.

Luke enthusiastically nodded his head, "I sure am. This is amazing," Luke said, earning a small chuckle from Edgar.

They stopped along side a display case which Luke eagerly gazed into. Edgar, however, was temporarily distracted by two pretty girls, whispering, giggling, and looking over at him. Judging by their school uniforms and the rapid French they spoke to each other; they must have been on a school trip from Paris.

Luckily for Edgar, he knew a bit of French and was able to pick up phrases like 'tellement mignon' ('So cute'), 'frère cadet' ('younger brother') and 'très beau' ('very handsome').

This, of course, made Edgar very happy. Sure, they thought Luke was his younger brother, but they don't have to know that it's wrong.

He was about to go over there when two grunts of pain caught his attention. His head immediately snapped over to see Luke standing in front of an older man who rubbing his stomach. The man was skinny, but short and must have been in his forties of fifties. He had a weasel-like face, his hair was balding and had a skinny moustache. He wore a dull brown suit and carried a briefcase. His beady eyes that peered down angrily at Luke through his small round glasses.

"Watch where you're going, boy," the man spat, causing Luke to step back in fear.

"S-s-sorry sir," Luke stammered.

The man growled, "Do you think this is a playground or something," he continued to berate, "this is a plac- ah!"

The man yelped as Edgar suddenly grabbed his tie and pulled him up, so they were face to face.

"He apologised to you," Edgar coldly said, "now be a decent person and accept it," he threatened.

The weasel man sneered up at him, trying not to show how intimidated he is, "I don't have to do anything. He was the one that ran into me," he choked out.

"Edgar," Luke warned, looking at something behind him.

Edgar and the man looked around and saw a security guard turning around a corner. Both their eyes widened in shock and Edgar released the man. When the guard look over their way, Edgar acted natural as if no altercation had taken place. However, what was strange was that the man also acted casual as well. Edgar expected him to run up to the security guard and he and Luke would be kicked out, but he only just gave Edgar a glare and walked down a corridor and out of sight.

Edgar frowned in suspicion, but eventually decided to drop it for now.

He turned to Luke with a concerned expression, "You alright?" he asked.

Luke nodded, "I'm fine," he replied before frowning angrily, "What was his problem?"

"Some people are just like that," Edgar shrugged, "besides you have to be careful. I know that you're excited, but you still need to be aware of surroundings. Consider that as lesson two."

"Sorry Edgar," Luke guilty said, looking down sadly.

Edgar ruffled the hair on hair reassuringly, "It's fine. Why don't we go outside and have lunch for a while," Edgar suggested, making Luke smile eagerly once more.

They both heard giggling and looked over to the French girls who had seen the whole thing. They shyly waved at Edgar, and he replied with a half-smile.

"Come on, Luke," he urged as he began to walk towards the exit.

Luke gave Edgar a confused look, looked back at the French girls and then followed Edgar.

"Aren't you going to talk to them?" Luke curiously asked, making Edgar smirk.

"Nah, I'm spending the day with you. I'm not going to abandoned you over a couple of girls," he casually replied.

"Why were they giggling?"

"You'll find out when you're older," Edgar replied, making Luke frown in annoyance.

"Mum says that all the time," Luke moaned, "I so unfair. You're no older than me."

Edgar rolled his eyes playfully, "She says it to you because it's true," he told him as they exited the museum and headed down the marble steps, "also when has your mum ever told you that. She doesn't seem like someone who hides things from you."

Luke shrugged, "Every time I ask her about you and Emmy she does," he said, making Edgar's head snap towards him.

"How do you mean?" he inquired.

"I sometimes ask why you two act that to each other," Luke answered innocently, "mum says its because you have a crush on each other, but when I asked more sh-"

"Hold on!" Edgar interrupted suddenly, stopping in his tracks, "we do not have a crush on each other. What makes your mum think we are?"

Luke was taken aback by his sudden change in tone. He was even more surprised by the light blush on his cheeks, "I don't know. Just the way you act and talk to each other. I'm not really the best person to talk to."

Edgar cleared his throat, "I see. Well Luke, let me assure you that there's nothing going on between me and Emmy," he told him as they began walking again, "lesson number three: adult things are too complicated for children to understand."

"Should I be writing these lessons down in my notebook?" Luke inquired.

"Lesson four: never leave a paper trail," Edgar added with an amused smile.


Russell Square

Edgar and Luke sat on a park bench overlooking park's fountain. They had already eaten their lunch at a nearby deli and now they were enjoying the serene environment. Edgar was enjoying the tranquility when a voice snapped him out his thoughts.

"Excuse me," the voice politely said.

Edgar looked up and was surprised to see Police Constable Barton standing in front of them. However, instead of his Officer uniform he wore when they met in the Scotland Yard archives, he was wearing casual clothing and was in the middle of eating a large sandwich, judging by the crumbs in his brown moustache.

"Shouldn't he be in school?" Barton asked nodding his head at Luke.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Edgar shout back with a raised eyebrow.

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"Fair enough," Barton said with a shrug before he continued walking and eating contently.

Edgar chuckled and turned to Luke, "So where do you want to go now?"

"Well..." Luke was about to suggest something before he noticed something, "Edgar is that the man from earlier?" he asked, pointing to a place behind Edgar.

Edgar looked towards where he was pointing and, sure enough, it was the weasel man. He frowned in suspicion as the man seemed to be acting jumpy, frantically looking around as if he was being followed. He clutched his briefcase so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The Weasel barely acknowledged them as he walk skittishly by.

"What's wrong with him?" Luke asked in confusion.

Edgar hummed, "I think I know," he told him, "one way to find out."

He stood up, cleared his throat and shouted, "OI! GET BACK HERE!"

The weasel jumped in surprise and spun around, accidentally letting go of the briefcase in his hand. The briefcase burst open as soon as it hit the ground and object fell out of it and onto the path. It was a smooth black stone about the size of a hardback book. Even from where Edgar was standing, he could see the ancient script carved in the tablet showing how old the object was.

Edgar, the Weasel, and Luke glanced down at the tablet then looked up at each other in shock.

Luke gasped as he recognised the object, "That's one of the tablets from the Mesopotamian exhibit. What's he doing with it?"

However, before anybody could respond, a loud alarm rang out behind Edgar and Luke. They turned around and saw that the alarm was coming from the museum nearby. They turned back to the Weasel, only to see that he had already packed up the tablet and ran in the opposite direction.

"I knew it," Edgar muttered as he gave chase, Luke following behind him.

They chased him around the fountain and out of Russell Square. The Weasel ran across the road, almost getting hit by a car, pass by the Fitzroy hotel and turned down Bernard Street.

"What's going on!?" Luke cried as they turned down Bernard Street.

"He's a thief," Edgar replied through gritted teeth, dodging a family walking the other way, "that's why he didn't complain to the security guard. He didn't want to stand out."

Edgar saw the Weasel turn right into the red brick Russell Square Station and they closely followed. He slid his train ticket into the barrier and ran to the escalator that led to the platform. After some fumbling, Edgar and Luke slid their ticket into the barrier and perused him.

"Why are we chasing him?" Luke questioned as he and Edgar quickly descended the escalator, "shouldn't we call the police."

"We can't...well I can't. I'm basically on probation and if I happen to be conveniently at the scene of where thievery has taken place, do you think they'll listen to my side of the story," Edgar hurriedly answered. He could hear a train starting to leave and if the Weasel gets on and leaves them behind then it's all over for them.

Edgar saw the train insight and the Weasel get onto one of the carriages further along the platform. There was no time to get on the same carriage, so Edgar grabbed Luke by the scruff of his school uniform and yanked him onto the closest carriage before the doors slammed shut.

They both breathed a sigh of relief as made it in time. The train jolted and started traveling into the tunnel, making the unmistakable sound of the London Underground as it went. Edgar knew that the Weasel was three carriages in front of them and tried to see him through the small windows at the front, only to be disappointed by how crowded the next carriage along was. He tried for the connecting door, but it was locked.

"Bloody health and safety," Edgar muttered.

At least the Weasel couldn't travel between carriages either. Although it did mean they were on a stand off. He had no idea which station he would get off at.

"What now?" Luke asked.

Edgar sighed, "We have to wait," he answered, looking at the station map on the side of the train.

Luke frowned in concentration, "Why would he steal an ancient tablet?" he questioned, "He must be very skilled thief if he was able to take something from a prestigious place like the British Museum," he mused in awe.

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Edgar snapped his head towards Luke, "What do you mean by that?" he asked in offence, "if anybody's a skilled thief it's me. That guy's an amateur."

Luke blinked owlishly at him, "Edgar...are you jealous that I said he was a skilled thief."

Edgar snorted, "Jealous? Of him? Please, that weasel couldn't steal a wallet from a man with no arms. I'm- I was a professional. I wouldn't have dropped the thing I was stealing. I wouldn't be looking as scared a turkey in December. Honestly, if you want a skilled thief, you would come to me, not him," Edgar ranted.

He looked up to see every passenger in the carriage giving him a strange look, "What are you looking at," he threatened and instantly the passengers looked away.

"Sorry," Luke uneasily apologised, "you are the better thief, not him."

"That's better," Edgar said, turning back to the station map.


Puzzle Start


The train they were taking was on the Piccadilly Line heading westbound. If they got the train from Russell Square then there are twenty five potential stations the Weasel will get off on.

'He would probably want to stay in the main London area. The police would have probably been notified and can easily catch up with him, so anywhere after Earl's Court I can rule out,' Edgar thought eliminating all but ten stations, 'out of all those stations he would probably get off at the busiest so he could lose us in the crowds,' he predicted, eliminating a further six stations.

Edgar was left with four potential stations: Holborn, Covent Garden, Leicester Square and Piccadilly Circus.

'Holborn I can rule out since it's too close to the British Museum,' Edgar continued to think, 'but the last three are equally as busy on the surface level. Unless, I'm missing something.'

Edgar racked his brain of everything he knew about London. He tried comparing all the stations on size and accessibility to the surface. He mentally sighed when he thought about his least favourite station; Covent Garden. It was exhausting climbing all those...

It dawned on him.

'Stairs!' he mentally shouted, 'Covert Garden is the only station without an escalator due to how small it is. The only way you can get out is by using lifts or the 193 step spiral staircase. That's where he will try and lose us,' Edgar decided.

(A.N You can tell I've been living in London for way too long. -Sigh-)

It was lucky that he had already decided as the train was about to pull into Covent Garden Station.

"Ready Luke?" Edgar asked as the train came to a halt.

"Ready," Luke confidently replied.

The doors swung open and the jumped out. Edgar smiled victorious when he saw the Weasel step off the train as well, confirming that he was right.


Puzzle Complete


The Weasel shakily looked around, his eyes widening in fear as they saw Edgar and Luke. He tried to jump back onto the train, but the the doors already swung closed and so decided to sprint to the exit.

"Come on," Edgar grunted as they pursued him along the platform and right then left up a flight of stairs.

The Weasel turned right at the stairs and ran through the white and orange tiled tunnel to the lifts. He spotted one that was about to close its doors and jumped on before Edgar and Luke could do the same. Edgar almost crashed into the lift and slapped the metal door in frustration.

They would have to take the stairs.

Edgar and Luke retraced their steps a few feet and turned right into the room containing the spiral metal staircase. Edgar looked back at Luke and saw how exhausted he was.

"Luke, get on my back," Edgar demanded.

Luke didn't complain and jump on his back and wrapped his little arms around Edgar's neck. Seeing that he was secure, Edgar quickly climbed the metal staircase, making sure he held the handrail tightly. After 150 steps, Edgar was staring to get dizzy, but he didn't stop. They soon made up the spiral staircase, Edgar stopped to catch his breath and Luke jumped down from his back.

"There he is!" Luke proclaimed pointing to where the Weasel has just made it passed the ticket barrier and run outside.

Edgar and Luke made it through the barrier and ran out into the crowded streets of central London. Edgar saw him bobbing and weaving through the crowds down the cobblestone road to the bricked market building and they instantly followed him.

They saw him enter the side entrance of the market and followed him through the market stalls and the mid-day shoppers. The Weasel, seeing that they were getting closer, grabbed a nearby table a vendor was using a stall to see fruit and tipped it over in their path before continuing to run.

"Hey!" Edgar shouted at him as he stopped and helped the vendor pick up the table off the floor before continuing their pursuit, "that's someone's livelihood you just ruined!"

The exited the other side of the market and followed the Weasel down an alleyway across from the building. He turned right down Tavistock Street and then left onto Southampton Street.

That's when Edgar realised something, 'He's heading towards the Strand. If he continues then he'll hit the Thames. He's probably got a boat that'll take him out of London.'

Sure enough, after going down a narrow alley, they were met with the busy Strand. The Weasel ran across it, almost getting hit by another car in the process and darted down another alley on the other side. Luke was about follow him, but Edgar grabbed him the scruff of his shirt and pulled him away from the van that almost ran into him.

"What did I say about lesson two," Edgar scolded, relieved that he pulled him away in time.

Luke nodded frantically, "Right. Sorry," he apologised.

They both waited for the a good opportunity to cross and, once it arrived, they ran after the Weasel. They allay led to Carting Lane and they followed it until they entered the Victoria Embankment Gardens. The gardens were on the banks of the river and after down the path surrounded by green grass and blooming wild flowers, Edgar spotted the Weasel running down a dock to a large boat.

The black metal ship was big enough to carry heavy cargo, but small enough to fit just under bridges. The tallest part of the boat was a booth on top of a small tower sticking out of cabin near the aft of the boat. Judging by the wheel that Edgar could see from the side window, it housed the helm and navigation equipment. The Weasel jumped on and ordered the sailors to set sail immediately.

Edgar growled when he realised that they were to far away to get on the boat before it took off. He looked around for any alternatives before his eyes settled on the nearby Waterloo Bridge. He glanced at Luke, he knew it will be too dangerous to take him along.

"Luke," Edgar said, taking some spare change out of his pocket and handing it to him, "find a phone box and call the police. Tell them I will retrieve the tablet and the thief at Bankside Pier, alright?"

"But..." Luke began to argue, wanting to come with Edgar, but he just gave him a stern look.

"Now," he demanded before taking off to the bridge.

The tide was against the boat and Edgar was able run past it on the embankment. He ran under the bridge, up the concrete stairs and along the bridge. He looked back at where the boat was about to go under and climbed onto the side of Waterloo Bridge.

He waited.

He saw the boat start to go under the bridge.

And waited

The bow of the ship sailed out from under him, followed by the rest of the boat.

And waited.

Once he saw the first glimpse of the red roof of the boat's helm, Edgar jumped and landed on the roof with a heavy thud.

"What the?" the helmsman gruffly said as heard the bang above him.

He set the steering equipment into auto-pilot (auto-sailor?) and left his wooden booth. He stepped on the gangway and leaned back on the railing that surround the booth and looked up at the roof, only to see nothing there.

The helmsmen grunted in annoyance and looked down to see a fist coming at him. Edgar socked the helmsmen in the jaw and the bearded man fell over like a ton of bricks. Edgar shook his hand to relieve the pain in his knuckles, he hasn't punched anyone in ages, and stepped into the booth. Looking over the equipment, Edgar could see that the auto-pilot was sailing the boat out of the Thames and to somewhere in Northern Europe.

Smirking to himself, Edgar typed in a new destination. Somewhere a little closer to home.

Edgar stepped out of the booth, 'Eight minuets,' he thought turning to the U-shaped metal stairs. However, he stopped when he saw another sailor walking up them.

"Oi Bill," the sailor with a scar on his cheek said, carrying a tray with two mugs of tea on it, "I've got your te-" he stopped short when he saw Edgar reach down and take one of the mugs.

"Cheers," Edgar said with a smirk before he kicked him square in the face.

Sailor with a scar fell backwards down the metal stairs, sending the other mug of tea flying. He continued to tumble down the stairs and around the bend. Only stopping once he hit the wooden door to the cabin below.

Edgar raised the mug to his mouth and sipped the tea, "Too much milk," he muttered to himself, pulling a slightly disgusted face before descending the stairs.

Two sailors in the cabin below looked up from their game of poker and looked towards the wooden door. Their fellow sailor left a few moments ago to give the helmsmen his tea, only for hear something slam against the door.

The sailor with a snake tattoo around his neck took the pistol on his hip and went for the door. The sailor with the moustache picked up a bag and followed his crew mate. Snake Tattoo placed a finger to his lips to signal to be silent before reaching for the door handle. He swung it open and the unconscious body of Sailor with a scar flopped on to the floor before them.

"What?" Snake Tattoo gasped before he screamed in agony as hot water was thrown on his face.

Once Snake Tattoo was doubled over, Edgar leaped over sailor with a scar and threw the mug at Moustache, who ducked under it. Once he was distracted, Edgar used his shoulder to ram into Moustache, grabbing the bat out of his hands as he fell. Edgar spun around and smacked the gun aimed at him out of Snake Tattoo's hand with the bat. He then smacked the bat into Snake Tattoo's jaw, knocking him out.

Before he could get his breath back, Moustache came up behind him, slid his arms under his and pulled them back into a full nelson. Edgar grunted in pain before sending a sharp heel kick to Moustache's knee. Moustache cried out in pain and released Edgar, allowing him to spin around and right hook him in the left side of face.

Edgar sighed and dropped the bat over to the side. He took a moment to look around the spacious cabin. It was obviously the break room judging by the table, the fridge the comfy looking chairs and the pool table in the centre of the room. Edgar knew that there was nobody on the deck so Weasel must have been below in the cargo hold. On the far side of the break room we're two doors, one led to the deck which Edgar could see through the window while the other didn't have a window. Edgar went over to the door with no window and opened it to reveal a staircase going down. The only source of light were the dim lights above his head.

Edgar hummed and decended the metal stairs until he reached the unlit cargo hold. There was only enough light for Edgar could see the wooden crates stacked neatly on top of each other. Edgar pondered whether he should open some of them, but suddenly the lights overhead snapped on.

"Hello there," a voice called out, making Edgar turn towards it.

In front of him, between two walls of crates, were four men. Two of them were sailors and both of them has pistols aimed at Edgar. The third man was the Weasel himself, who despite the guns, still seemed to frightened of Edgar and hid behind the fourth man.

The last man was tall and thin. He had short blond hair, blue eyes and a superior smile on his. He wore an expensive blue suit and casually stood before Edgar.

'He totally looks like a James Bond villain,' Edgar thought as he raised an eyebrow.

"You must be the young man chasing my associate," the blond man said with a slight accent, "You should have minded your business," he said threateningly.

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Edgar burst out laughing, much to the men's irritation and confusion. He leaned on one of the crates for support and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Sorry sorry," he gasped, his laughter starting to die down, "this whole thing just look like something from an action movie set in the thirties. The guns, the crates full of potentially stolen goods, the blond villain who's nationally is unspecified European."

"I'm Dutch," the blond man said in a dead panned tone.

"Whatever. It's just funny to me. That's all," Edgar sighed with a shrug.

"He's playing for time," the Weasel spat out, "just kill him already."

"Be quiet, Mr Laska," the blond man shushed him.

Edgar rolled his eyes, "Please. In order to play for time, I would have either a) a plan or b) no idea what is going on. When in fact I don't have a plan and I do know what's going on," Edgar waved a dismissive hand at the blond man, "You blondie..."

"My name is Johan Juwelendief," Johan corrected, beginning to lose his patience.

"...cool name. Judging by all these crates and what I can see from upstairs, you run this smuggling organisation of stolen precious items across the world and then sell them to private collectors. While you," he pointed the Laska who hid behind Johan, "are Benedict Laska I think the Prof's mentioned you before. You work, or rather, worked at the British Museum before they fired you for being an absolute weirdo."

Laska snarled, "I was the one who found the tablet," he spat, "I tried to sell it to the Museum but they just took it from me. They said I had no right to demand money for an artefact, but it's mine, I tell you, it's mine!"

"...Well technically it belongs to the Mesopotamians," Edgar pointed out, earning a growl from Laska, "So you decided to steal it back and sell it to Auric Goldfinger over there. Shame you weren't sneaky about it."

"And it's quite a shame you won't be making out of here alive," Johan smirked, making the two sailors cock their pistols, "I have been transporting goods for many years. Art, jewellery, experimental medicine and I have met many insects try and get in my way. You are by far the most annoying insect I have come across. Although, I doubt you would be any harder to crush then all the others," he finished with a victorious smirk.

"Wow, how many times did you have to practise that speech," Edgar casually quipped, "you mentioned experimental medicine. You must have been the person transporting Gertnat Antidote."

Johan frowned, "Never heard of it," he sternly said, earning a confused look from Edgar.

'Really,' Edgar thought, '...that's interesting. I would have thought he would at least heard of it.'

"Anyway," Edgar started, pushing the thoughts away for another time, "I'm rather fond of being alive so I'll have to decline your offer. Thank you."

"You really think you have a choice!" Laska shouted at him.

"Yes I do," Edgar chirped, "because you know what I was saying about me not playing for time. Well...I lied."

The moment he said that, Edgar grabbed onto one of the crate's harness and hung on tightly as the boat suddenly shook, throwing everybody but Edgar off their feet.

Talk about perfect timing,' Edgar thought as the boat continued to shake and shudder. Luckily the crates were harnessed tightly or else they would have fallen on them.

"What did you do?" Johan demanded as he struggled to his feet.

Edgar smirked, "Just changed our course slightly," he replied.

Earlier, when he was at the helm, Edgar changed the autopilot settings to the closest dock on the Thames. This happened to be the docks in front of Globe Theatre on the south side of the river. Edgar guess it would take them a while and he guessed correctly. However, he didn't actually have a plan how to stop the boat and decided to just drive into the banks and hope for the best.

"Bye," he said before letting go of the harness and running to the stairs.

"Get him!" Laska shouted at the two sailors who were strewn across the floor, "shoot him before he gets away!" he demanded.

One of the sailors had collided with one of the crates and was unconscious, but the other got to his feet and aimed at the Edgar's retreating form. He fired and the bullet sailed over Edgar's head as he climbed up the stairs. However, another sudden jolt and the sailor was thrown of his feet again, the pistol flinging out of his hand.

"Damn," Johan muttered as he saw Edgar run out of the cargo hold, "Come on!" he shouted, standing to his feet and running after the boy.

Laska followed after him, although less frantically than Johan. The two men ran up the stairs and into the break room, searching the room for any signs of Edgar. However, all they were greeted with was a room with three unconscious sailors in.

"He's gone," Laska gasped in panic.

"He must be on the deck," Johan growled as he ran up to the next door, "I'll be damned if a stupid boy is going to get me..." he swung open the door and was met with a squadron of Police Officers waiting for them, "...arrested," Johan sighed.

Coming out of the squadron was Inspector Grosky who stood before Johan and Laska, "Arrest them men," he ordered sternly.

As the Officers arrested the two men, Johan turned to Laska furiously, "You just had to be followed, didn't you," he snarled.

Laska gave him a dry look in reply, "I told you he was playing for time."


Near Bankside Docks

Luke watched as Grosky and his team of Police Officers arrested Johan, his henchmen and Laska from afar. He was happy that the criminals were arrested, but he was starting to worry about Edgar. He hadn't seen him come off the boat and was hoping that they didn't hurt him.

"Luke," a familiar voice called out making the boy turn towards it. He gasped once he saw Edgar walking up to him with a broad smile, "Are you alr-oof!" he gasped as Luke hugged him suddenly.

"Edgar, I'm so glad you're okay!" Luke cried in relief.

Edgar chuckled and ruffled his hair reassuringly, "Of course I'm alright. I'm Edgar Cipher," He boastfully said as Luke pulled away, "anyway, well done calling the police. I knew I could count on you."

Luke smiled proudly at what he said, "Thank you, Edgar. But what happened?"

"Well..." Edgar was about to explain when he happened to glance at his wristwatch, "bloody hell, school is almost over for the day. I have to get you home. I'll tell you all about it on the way," Edgar told Luke before they started hurrying to nearest station.

As they fast walked along the Thames bank, Edgar looked at Luke with a guilty expression, "Luke, I'm sorry about today. I wanted you to have some fun on the last day of term, but everything is now ruined."

Luke gave him a bemused expression, "What are you talking about? I had a brilliant day," he said, surprising Edgar.

"You did?"

"Yeah. The museum was fun and all, but running through London after a thief was amazing. It was so exciting especially when you caught him," Luke brightly explained, "but the best thing of all was that I got to spend the day with you. We hadn't talked in a while, with you busy with the Professor and me at school. I'm glad that we got to spend the day together."

Edgar was speechless. He wasn't expecting such a positive response from Luke, especially the last part.

Edgar chuckled, "Thanks Luke," he quietly said.

"It's a shame you didn't get the credit for their arrest," Luke continued, "I'm sure they would have given you a reward."

"Who needs credit," Edgar shrugged, "you and I know what happened and that's enough for me," he then gave Luke a mischievous smirk, "Besides, who says I didn't get a reward," he said, pulling a gold and diamond ruby necklace from his pocket, "snatched this from the cargo hold. I don't think they'll miss one little trinket."

Luke stared at the necklace for a few moments before glaring up at Edgar with an unamused expression.

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"Fine, I'll put it back," Edgar sighed reluctantly as he turned back towards the boat.


Layton's Office

Emmy briefly looked up from the small T.V as Edgar entered the office before turning back again, "Hello Edgar. How's Luke?" she asked as he hung his jacket and hat.

"He's fine. I dropped him at his house earlier," Edgar said as he sat on the sofa, "What have you been up to today?"

"Paper work mostly," Emmy shrugged as she looked up from the T.V, "have you heard about this? Somebody tried to steal something from the British Museum, but Grosky managed to catch them as well as boatload of stolen cargo. It's all over the news," she told them in awe.

Edgar internally smirked, "No I haven't. The last thing I want to hear about is Grosky and the media praising him for doing his job. I thought you would be accusing me of being the thief," Edgar joked, earning a teasing smirk from Emmy.

"If you had stolen something, I doubt I would have know from the news," Emmy replied, switching off the T.V and sitting next to Edgar on the sofa.

"You know me so well."

"I don't know whether that's a curse or a blessing," Emmy quipped, making Edgar chuckle.

'Well, everything turned alright today,' Edgar thought, 'Luke had a great time, we caught a thief, stopped an international smuggling gang and, best of all, we didn't get caught. Although I was expecting him to know what Gertnat Antidote was. Strange. A problem for another time I think,' he drearily thought, 'Apart from that, I had a great time with Luke. He really reminds me of Agatha,' he internally sighed.

Edgar looked around the office and noticed that the work on Layton's desk was untouched. Feeling curious, Edgar turned to Emmy beside him.

"Where's the Prof? Is he at a lecture?" he asked.

Emmy raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Oh I thought he told you," Emmy said, "he knew Luke was going to be bored at school today so he planned to visit his class and give a presentation."

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Edgar blankly stared at her, too shocked to show any sort of emotion.

"W-what?" he stammered quietly.

Emmy seemed to not notice his distress and gave him a pleasant smile, "Yes. He and Luke's parents have been planning it for weeks. They wanted it to be a surprise for Luke. Why did you think you were taking him to school instead of them?"

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"Oh no," Edgar uttered in horror.


Triton Residence

Clark, Brenda and Layton loomed over the nervous Luke, their faces twisted in anger and disappointment. This was the first sight Luke saw as soon as he entered his home. First he was surprised to Layton, then realisation settled in as soon he saw his parents upset expressions, and finally he was absolutely terrified.

"Luke, sweetie," Brenda started, her choice of words not complimenting the cold tone she said them in, "Professor Layton has told us you weren't at school today," she told him, "would you mind explain where you have been."

Luke gulped.

None of Edgar's lesson will help him now.


So first of all I have nothing against the Dutch. I've been to Amsterdam and it's beautiful. I love the canals. The villain just happened to be Dutch. And if you were wondering, Laska is Russian for weasel.

Anyway hope you enjoyed the original chapter and possible the most accurate chase scene you will ever seen in a fanfiction.

Thanks a lot :)