"We've got the address." The bluenette informed his assistant, holding his phone in his hand.

The demonic duo was currently scouring the city alongside the metropolitan police for any suspicious characters who might be carrying bombs. Anyone with absurdly thick coats looking distressed was a potential suspect. It wasn't hard to differentiate them from the crowd, really. Someone who was upset about breaking up with their significant other looked incredibly different than someone who was despairing over a deadly bomb strapped to their body.

Alois nodded at his beau's words, opening his mouth to reply, but closing it as something else caught his attention. "Wait, Ciel, look at that." He said, pointing out at a man sort of meandering through the crowd. He certainly fit the criteria of one of their targets.

"Alright. We'll have the police tail him while we go take care of this." Answered the Phantomhive. He placed began dialing his phone in order to inform the others, only to watch his boyfriend take off. "Jim! What are you-?"

"There's no time!" the menace said back. "I'm gonna apprehend him before he disappears into the crowd! Call the bomb squad!"

With that, the menace disappeared into the crowd, leaving the bluenette trying to figure out what to do. "Dammit, Jim…" The watchdog said, dialing his phone as he took off after the other man.

Both demons disregarded common courtesy as they shoved people out of the way in order to get to their target. It wasn't just their imagination that the man that they were chasing increased his speed, swiftly making his way through the crowd in a frantic manner. He turned around a few times to look over his shoulder, only showing parts of his face to the others. Surprisingly, he wasn't running toward the train. He was running toward the exit!

"Stop!" called out the menace, running up the steps that lead to the busy street outside. Now, the crowd wasn't so packed together so the demon could actually make progress. He sprinted toward the man in the coat, steadily closing the gap between them. Alois quickly grabbed his target's shoulder, forcing him to turn around. Icy blue eyes widened as he stared back at the terrified eyes of the last person he expected to see.

"Simon says?" the demon asked aloud, surveying the man's face. He was scruffy. His hair was long and greasy, as though he hadn't trimmed or washed it in a few days, and from the looks of things, he hadn't shaved, either. The criminal recognised the menace as well, and grabbed the blonde's shoulders before shaking them.

"Help me!" Simon pleaded. "Get this thing off of me!"

"Why do you have a bomb strapped to yourself?!" asked the menace, swatting Simon's hands away. "Are you crazy!?"

"I didn't put this thing on, you idiot!" shouted the former bomber. "Just get it off and I'll tell you everything! I don't care! Just save me!"

At that point, the bluenette had caught up. All he could do was stand and stare with the same astonishment that Alois was wearing on his face. If Simon Says didn't want revenge, then who was behind this?! Ciel didn't have the time to ask before he heard the revving of an engine speeding their way with no signs of stopping.

A motorcycle? The Phantomhive turned his head in order to confirm his suspicion. A motorcycle. The rider was dressed in dark blue, wore a cape, and had horns on their helmet like some kind of blue devil. In their right hand was a sword and they were preparing to strike.

"Jim! Dodge!" the watchdog instructed, and without a second thought, the Macken leaped backward, avoiding being struck by the vehicle. That said, he failed to retrieve Simon Says. The man let out a pained gasp as the blade cut through both him, and the explosive vest he was wearing.

BOOM!

The street was aflame. Cars were toppled over and bystanders were hurt. Burned by the fire and stuck by the pressure expelled by the blast. This included the blonde menace, as he was still in range. His back struck the wall of a building before he struck the ground again. As quickly as he could, he propped himself up on his hands and knees before looking off in the direction he came.

Simon was gone- or rather, scattered. Unfortunately, he was not as sturdy as the demon. Blood was burned by the flames along with cars and gasoline after the bomb went off. If they didn't evacuate the remaining bystanders quickly, there would be more once should the cars explode as well.

"Everybody clear the area!" Ciel barked, ordering the innocent citizens to assist. "Move the injured away from the cars! Someone call 999! Get the police and fire department over here now!" With that, he began jogging over to his beau, bending over in order to help the blonde stand.

"Are you alright?" he asked, helping the somewhat wobbly menace to his feet. He waited patiently for Alois to answer. He was somewhat caught in an explosion, after all.

"Yeah…" the Macken replied, rubbing his head in an effort to quell the ringing in his ears. "I'm fine. Just gimme a sec. Where's the rider who killed Simon?" he asked, looking up again.

Their eyes scanned the scene, peering through flames and skimming across rubble. They then, however, saw the rider at last. They sat on their bike, quietly staring back at the duo. Their sword was sheathed, now, so it was debatable as to whether or not they were going to attack. Ciel and Alois knew what they were going to do, though, and they made their move.

Dashing forward, the demons charged the rider, only to be forced to a stop when one of the nearby cars erupted into flames, spewing burning gasoline all over the street. Alois put his arms out in front of him, shielding himself as the bluenette's eye remained locked on their target. Once police sirens rang in the distance, the biker perked up before putting their hands back on the handlebars. With that, they turned around and drove off, leaving the pair on their own.

"We have to catch them!" Alois shouted. "We still can!"

"Our car is still at the station." Ciel replied, speaking over the roaring flames around them.

"We still have Scratch on stand-by, don't we?" asked the menace. "Have him chase 'im. We can make our way to their hideout while he's doing that."

The Phantomhive thought for a moment. If they could keep their key players split up, it would be easier to apprehend them all at once. This was especially true if they used their "deus ex machina" of sorts.

"Fine." Ciel answered. "I'll give him a call. Then, we head over to the address given to us by Baldassare."