Elizabeth dashed with her bags, bursting through the entrance of the mall and out into the parking lot. There was a moment of panic when she couldn't find the car that she and the blonde menace arrived in. They all looked the same. Holding the key given to her by the menace, she examined the buttons on the remote attached to the keyring, pressing the red one, as it was the one that stood out. Jumping when the vehicle started screaming with the lights flashing, she located it, pressing the button again in order to make it be quiet again as she approached, and unlocking it when she got there.

Shoving the bags into the backseat, she retrieved her weapon and slammed the door shut, locking it before running back to the mall. It was a damn good thing that she hadn't worn heels, as she nearly slipped on ice on more than one occasion. Had she been human, she would have.

Her hand reached out and pushed on the handle, but the door wouldn't open. She tried pulling it as well to the same affect. The doors were locked. Peering through the glass, the lights shut off inside, and the sounds of screaming reached the angels ears.

Children and adults alike were frightened by the sudden occurrence, but most of the mallgoers chalked it up to an ordinary power outage. Alois, however, knew better. Sixth sense wouldn't pick up a mere power outage. There had to be a danger involved. With the sudden sensing of a supernatural being nearby, it was certain that something was afoot. Suddenly, a loud tone was heard over the intercom, summoning the attention of everyone before a voice started speaking.

"Is this thing on?" it asked. They sounded fairly young—perhaps like a boy, but Alois couldn't tell.

"Attention shoppers:" it continued, "We are so sorry to interrupt your last-minute holiday shopping, but we must bring the unfortunate news that you might not be making it home for Christmas this year. You see, our delightful band of n'er do wells have decided to play a game. We have hidden several bombs scattered about the mall, today, and should our demands not be met, they will undoubtedly explode at three o' clock. Just to make sure you aren't going anywhere, we have locked all of the doors; but whatever you do, don't try to force them open. If you do, we'll push the button that will demolish this place."

Looking around, the menace could see people panicking. It wasn't just the children crying. It was also the adults. They were trapped like animals in a shopping centre and were doomed to die at the whims of this strange voice. Alois, however knew better. He knew what was happening.

"We are Cerberus." The voice declared. "We want only one man. Have a nice day ~! Hopefully, it won't be your last."

With that, the voice stopped, leaving the consumers frightened and confused. Alois immediately took out his phone and dialed Elizabeth's. Placing it up to his ear, the Macken listened to the dial tone until the woman picked up.

"Alois?" she answered on the other end, her tone dripping with concern.

"Are you back inside?" he asked, trying to speak over the screaming around him.

"No! The doors are locked! Should I pry them open?" Elizabeth asked.

"No! No, don't do that!" the menace shouted. "Listen, it's Cerberus. They've planted more bombs. They're supposed to go off at three, but if the doors are forced open, they'll all explode!"

"Should I call Ciel?"

"Yeah. Call him. Call Integra, too. In the meantime, I'll try and find out where these fuckers are hiding."

"Got it!" the angel answered, ignoring the Macken's language. With that, she hung up and immediately started dialing the bluenette.

"Hello again." Ciel greeted in a friendly voice. "Did you need more practice?"

"It's Cerberus!" the woman urgently declared, disregarding her cousin's playful teasing. "They're here! They have then entire mall as a hostage!"

"What?!" the Phantomhive demanded. "How?! Bombs?"

"Yes! They said we have until three o clock to stop them. Alois sensed them and told me to get my sword, so now I'm locked out. If I break in, the bombs will go off!"

"Did they leave any demands?"

"Not that I know of. Alois is inside, so he might know." Elizabeth answered. "He's currently trying to locate them."

"I'm on my way." Ciel stated. "I'll contact H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. as well. Just stay put until I get there."

Before the angel could protest, the Phantomhive hung up. With that, she shut the device and placed it back in her pocket. Her brow was furrowed and a frown was prominent on her face.

"I can't just stand by when I could be useful." She muttered, disgruntled about the instruction. She knew better. For optimum potential for success, one must use all of the pieces to their maximum potential. Thus, she decided to go against orders and think of another way in.

The roof! Elizabeth remembered the skylights on the roof that allowed the sun to illuminate the interior of the building. If the woman could get through there, she could aid Alois in finding their target. Thus, without a single care for who saw, she tensed her leg muscles and leapt into the air, scaling the building with ease. She didn't even need wings to climb what her jump didn't cover, instead running up the side before landing on her feet with a heavy thud on the roof.

Skylights. They were right there, and she knew she could break them. Running over, she stood on top of the glass and was about to break it, but upon looking down, she realised a major hole in her plan. There were people directly underneath her. The glass was thick, and broken glass in general could cut deeply. If she broke it, the shards would fall on top of the people she needed to save.

Serious recalculation was in order as she looked around for another way in. Briskly walking at a steady pace, she looked around. In search of an entrance, eventually finding a potential one. It was a vent. Warm air was flowing outward, creating steam against the coldness of winter. While she wasn't sure where exactly it lead to, she knew it was somewhere inside, and that was good enough. Unsheathing her blade, she shoved the tip between the gaps of the vent, prying it open.

"Please be a way in…" she mumbled, looking upward. She then turned her attention to the hole in the roof, and stepped forward, falling inside.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. Alois looked up, observing the woman as she debated breaking the glass and as she eventually reevaluated. He knew what she was up to and a grin spread across his face as he imagined that she was going against orders, knowing the bluenette.

"Rock n roll." He chuckled to himself as the woman left his view. Then, he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

Security officials within the mall were quickly trying to get a grasp on the situation and calm the crowd. They seemed to be having difficulty, however. Several of them were practically screaming into their walkie-talkies, and from what the menace could make out from their jumbled speech, they were trying to get contact with the security office to no avail. Alois could only guess why.

The intercom. Cerberus had access to it. There was no doubt that they also had access to security cameras at this point. Thus, it was decided that this was the best place to look. That said, he didn't think he quite had the muscle to go at it by himself. Quickly, he got out his phone and started typing up a message to the bluenette, informing him of his plan.

Just as he pushed the "send" button, however, he heard something that one ordinarily wouldn't hear in a shopping centre. It was the sound of a motor mixed with the sounds of screaming. Alois quickly turned to see people frantically rushing out of the way in order to avoid being hit by the motorcycle as it dashed by. Even Alois jumped in order to evade it, but it soon circled around in order to face him again.

This time it was a black motorcycle with a rider clad in monochrome. The only splash of colour on them was the orange mask they wore with a face that you would ordinarily see on pumpkins around Halloween painted on it. Once again, they had that silver amulet around their necks, confirming the blonde's suspicions of their affiliation. Alois shook his head, making a clicking sound with his tongue.

"Let me guess; 'Jack-o-Lantern'?" he mused, placing a hand on his hip. "What's up with that? Do all of you Jack-offs get a cute little nickname when you join your little club?"

Without saying a word, the biker charged at Alois once again, forcing him to leap out of the way while the rest of the bystanders scattered. They circled around to face Alois once more, brandishing a metal baseball bat. Regardless, the menace still wore a playful smirk on his visage.

"Not a talker, huh?" he playfully asked. He shrugged an added. "I can respect that. Actions speak louder than words, anyway." He took a fighting stance, standing firm directly in the path of the motorcycle.

"You're a little late for Halloween. Don't worry, though. I'll send you back where you came from soon enough!"