New Scotland Yard, 8-10 Broadway, London SW1H 0BG, United Kingdom. The demonic duo had excused themselves from the bluenette's birthday party in order to make it, although it didn't necessarily hurt their feelings any. Normalcy was appreciated at times, but in other circumstances, it was suffocating foreign.

The demonic duo walked through the front entrance and into the lobby. No one said a word, while those who weren't employees were a bit perplexed by their odd presence. They certainly didn't look like police officers, and they certainly didn't look like they belonged there. They walked into the elevator and ascended several stories before walking through a maze of cubicles on their way to the evidence room. Detective Bailey sounded absolutely frantic on the phone, so it must be urgent.

Stepping lightly, they finally made it and with a slide of a key-card, the door was unlocked and they stepped into the room. When they did, however, they were a little surprised to see others inside with a very troubled looking Bailey. There were other detectives, as well as police officers. Indeed, this was important, wasn't it?

"What happened?" inquired the bluenette, looking around the room at the different faces in hopes that one of them would provide him with and answer.

"Bomb threat." One of the men said- a portly gentleman who spoke with an oddly irritating tone. "Thought you'd know something about that."

"And why would I know something like that?"

The first man gestured to one of the officers. "Show him." He instructed, and the policeman presented the demon with a typed-up letter addressed to the London Metropolitan police.

"To whom it may concern," the letter began.

"I would like to give you a slight warning in advance in regards to what is about to occur. On 12/16/14 I would like to play a small game with you. In honour of Ciel Phantomhive's 139th birthday, we will be playing a small game of 'tag'. And by 'small', I mean spanning all across London. You'll have to either find me or find all my little toys. Should either condition fail to be met, the general public will be met with the greatest act of terrorism this country has ever known. I'll be waiting for mister Phantomhive.

Signed, Cerberus"

"Cerberus?" the Phantomhive echoed, finishing the letter. "I have no idea who would go under that alias."

"You've never heard of them?" asked detective Bailey.

"Not that I can remember." Ciel replied. "It could be anyone. I seem to pick up enemies left and right, after all."

"This isn't a joke!" spouted one of the detectives in the room. "Fix this!"

"What do you mean 'fix this'? I've done nothing wrong." Answered the watchdog. "I'll do my job, and that is all."

"Doesn't the M.O. sound familiar, though?" inquired Alois, rubbing his chin with his index finger. "Like 'Simon Says'?"

With that, there were whispers around the room, merging together to create a loud murmur. The two demons tried to separate the individual voices, but the words were still jumbled. So, they simply had to wait until one of the officers cared to explain what the matter was. Eventually, the moment came and detective Bailey spoke.

"Simon Smith, uh…" began the detective. "He was taken from his prison cell a week or so ago…"

"Are you fucking stupid?" demanded the Trancy, slamming a hand down on the table and startling the humans. "Why the fuck didn't you tell us then?! More importantly, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to not be able to make that connection? How do you not figure out that a known terrorist with a similar M.O. who possibly has a grudge against me and Ciel and has recently escaped, might be related to this? Unbelievable! You call yourselves detectives? Solve the mystery of why you're such morons!"

While the Macken went off his tangent, the bluenette chuckled to himself at the display before beginning to ponder. How did Simon escape? Where was he now? More importantly, what was it that he wished to "talk" about, if he was involved? Either way, they had to find this "Ceberus", and stop the bombs.

"What's done is done." The bluenette finally stated, finally causing the menace to back off a bit. Alois took a few steps back and returned to the watchdog's side before Ciel continued. "We can't go back and fix it now. Our first priority must be stopping the bombs."

"And how do you intend to do that?" asked one of the detectives. "He said he planned to scatter them all around the city!"

"That's right. That's also our only clue." Ciel answered. "Think about it for a moment. If you were a terrorist about to scatter bombs all over a city, where would you put them?"

"Government buildings, probably." Stated one of the police officers. "Let's check there."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Spoke the Phantomhive. "Even if there's a lot of bombs, if they're scattered, there's no way that they could do enough damage to even a singular building."

"He talked about the general public." Alois pointed out, having thought about it. "So, what about areas that are heavy with tourists?"

"Plausible, but even those places are usually heavily guarded buildings." Ciel replied. The room went dead silent as everyone thought. Humans and demons alike pondered where they could possibly find explosives.

Alois mind began wandering, as usual, thinking back about the first time that they dealt with a similar case. Simon Says attached bombs to people and scattered them out in public. They went to a museum and the tower of London, but Simon's target was only one person. In this case, it was many, so the explosives would have to be slightly larger. They would also be in places that were possibly cramped or crowded. That's when it hit the blonde. One of the places that Simon Says instructed them to go was…

"The metro…" he said aloud, capturing the attention of the others. Everyone perked up and turned their heads to face the menace.

"Mass transportation." Ciel stated. He nodded his head in a agreement. "That's perfect." It was then that the bluenette turned to face the humans in the room. "I want police at ever metro station in the city within the next hour or so. Search every station, every train, and every bus you can find, and then search it again. Look for anyone suspicious or acting suspiciously. Move quickly! We don't have much time. If we're lucky, we can still catch them as the bombs are being planted!"

As the Phantomhive barked his instructions, the police practically scrambled to their feet in order to get ready. They would need officers, bomb units, and dogs, with only a short amount of time to get everything ready. The demonic duo, too, needed to figure out where they were going to start. They needed to locate Simon Says, after all.

"Good job, thinking like a terrorist." Noted the bluenette as they made their way down the hall.

"Thanks. I figured it was the sort of thing you'd do." Said the menace.

"You flatter me. But how are we going to find this 'Ceberus', person?"

"Beats me. The only clues we have is the letter, and maybe if we find a bomb."

"So we should try and find a bomb?" asked Ciel.

"Sure. Sounds like fun."


A/N: Hahaha... this feels so forced...

I wanted something kinda large-scale, but couldn't come up with much. This may or may not be borrowed a bit from Dance In The Vampire Bund and Sherlock BBC, only it was cooler when they did it.

I just wanted to fuck up some trains.

Fuckin' trains.

I'll do my best to update tomorrow, too. Maybe I'll actually keep my promise this time!

Questions?

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Neat.

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Until the next chapter, my duckies~!