Upon discovering the truth about the nature of the relationship between Gehenna's two most popular legends, the atmosphere in the area took a different turn. Things were uneasy, as their Lion, who they valued, respected, and admired, was revealed to be romantically involved with the dreaded Watchdog. Why wouldn't they? It was a logical conclusion to make. The Lion had always worked for H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; but he always cared about the citizens of Gehenna. He went beyond his orders and aided them in ways that did not match the blueprints that he was supposed to follow. He helped them rebuild in a literal sense, using his own hands to reconstruct buildings alongside them, as did the demon known as "Tunstell."

Thinking back, the Watchdog reacted onstage just as Tunstell would have. Calm, cool, and collected, yet easily flustered upon the realization that he had inadvertently allowed himself to be seen interacting with the menace in an emotionally intimate manner. That was Tunstell. Perhaps Alois was right. Perhaps the only difference between Tunstell and the Watchdog was merely haircolour.

Some residents took this directions easily. New stories sprung up as people hypothesized how exactly their relationship began. They took on the more "star-crossed lovers" approach, adoring the version of the Watchdog that was more of a tragic hero in love with someone whom he could not openly have. He took on a disguise, and while the Watchdog was known as a "monster", he was tamed by the noble Lion. Journals were already being filled by residents who authored stories, filling the need for others to read them. Oddly, the romanticization of the pair's predicament improved public perception. While the vast majority of the stories were untrue, they were allowed to persist for this reason. That truth would wait until another day.

Many truths had yet to be revealed. The investigation persisted on, now with the help of the Gehenna Police force. They rode about town on their bicycles, asking anyone and everyone if they had witnessed or observed anything strange happening in the area as of late. Some interrogated specific targets, but some of them weren't quite sure how to get the desired results. Thus, many of their efforts were fruitless, as they relied primarily on the goodwill of others. Those who harbor potential criminals, or are ones, do not tell the truth to the police.

Fortunately, one lead did turn up. Resident Gehenna observer Preston Omid came across a piece of useful information regarding illegal activity within the covens. While this was not at all an uncommon occurrence, it did provide a lead based on pieces of evidence from the attack on the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. bus. In this incident, the explosion was caused by a Molotov cocktail thrown into the motor of the vehicle. Well, it just so happened that a certain coven of vampires had been supposedly smuggling alcohol into Gehenna.

Of course, this was too dangerous for the police to investigate alone. They were still fresh—still new to the game. Thus, a team was accompanied by the Lion. It was an honour to work with him, but the group was a bit mixed about the fact that the Watchdog was joining him too.

"There's nothing to worry about. He's on our side." The blonde insisted. "You all sent like, a month working with him while he was teaching you as 'Tunstell'. You all learned from the best in London. Even Scotland Yard goes to him for help."

"It's still hard to believe that he's the same person…" said one of the braver officers. Olivia, a vampire, sat with them in the back of one of the trucks that was transporting them to Girasol's rather conspicuous hideout. "Honestly, it's a little hard to believe that he's merely here because of you." She added. Her brows raised in confusion as the man started to giggle.

"Not really. He's done similar stunts like this before." The man replied. "He worked as a Professor at my college because he was feeling lonely around the house on his own."

"In other words, he's an idiot." Revy butted in. "He's hopeless without Alois… It's gross…"

"I'm still here, you know." Stated the bluenette in a sour tone, causing the officers to jump slightly. Clearing his throat, he tried to conceal the blush on his cheeks. "I'm not that bad…"

"Nah, you totally are, but it's really cute, I think." Said Alois, prompting his beau to groan. With a roll of his eye, the officers were strangely put at ease by this display of normalcy.

Despite his current appearance and the knowledge of his true identity, the Watchdog behaved in a way that was identical to Victor Tunstell, their former instructor. Watching him interact with the Lion and his brother made him seem almost approachable—like he was a man, not a monster. When the truck came to a stop, however, the man stood up and took on a more serious demeanor.

"This operation should be relatively simple." He said. "We go in, talk to Baldassare, and either get his permission to investigate, or his cooperation to help us weed out any degenerates."

"You sure he'll cooperate?" asked Revy.

"Of course. He may not look like it, but Baldassare cares about this place, and isn't about to let a couple bad eggs ruin all of his hard work." the demon answered. With that, he opened the door and stepped out. He was quickly followed by the rest of the officers, including his beau who followed along close behind him.

They didn't bother being secretive. They waltzed right up to the front door. A few flunkies showed up in order to see what they wanted, taking on intimidating stances in case there was a fight. Unfortunately, this caused some of the officers to take on a much meeker demeanor. Still, the demonic duo did not bat an eyelash as they demanded to see Baldassare. Given who they were, they were immediately allowed entry into the coven's hideout.

"Hey, you lot! Chins up! Don't let them think you're not to be taken seriously!" instructed the menace to the others in a hushed tone. The group made their ways through the abandoned hotel that had been fixed up with both Girasol's own resources and the leftovers of what was brought in by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.

Fortunately for them, there was no wait time, given the duo's presence. They wouldn't have to wait for Baldassare to see them. Surely if the Watchdog and Lion were making a direct visit, then something was seriously wrong. The Watchdog never came by, especially with an entourage.

Once they entered the room, Baldassare came into view with three out of his four generals at his sides. Fangless Shaun wasn't called, as the coven leader knew better, and wished to avoid another scene. There was only one other that could possibly cause something, and Baldassare did his best to ignore Kyung-Soon's looking up and down of one of the officers. The woman flashed Tegwen a coy half-smile, showing off her fangs framed with black lipstick. The officer blushed slightly, but still maintained her stance. Baldassare, however, snorted.

"Quite the imitatin' bunch you've got there, mutt." The sunflower vampire laughed. "My lot'll be pissin' their pants at the sight of 'em."

"Ordinarily, I'd humour your witty remarks, but right now, I'm afraid I've got some bad news." The Watchdog informed, his tone causing the vampire's grin to fade.

"'Bad news'?" Baldassare echoed. Leaning forward, he looked the Phantomhive straight in the eye, placing his elbows on his knees. "The fuck is tha'?"

"Remember the terrorist attack on the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. bus?" questioned the Watchdog. "What caused the explosion was a Molotov cocktail thrown into the motor."

"What's that gotta do with me?"

"We are aware of your recent shipment of alchohol from London for you to resell in Gehenna." Ciel replied. The vampire scoffed, leaning back and placing his arms on the back of his seat.

"I don't think I quite like your insinuation, Mister Phantomhive." Baldassare answered. "You think I had anything to do with attacking a rook schoolbus?"

"No, actually." The bluenette stated, catching the other man off guard. "But, one of your men might. One of the perps was a vampire. While he claimed to have no affiliation with Girasol, we found the sunflower emblem in his home."

"So you want me to tell you if he's with me?"

"If you would be so kind. Also, if our hypothesis ends up being correct, there may be more like him within your coven."

To this, Baldassare frowned deeply. "So what?" he asked. "You gotta picture or a name or somethin' for me to go on or what?"

"Officer Sybil, if you'd be so kind." Called the Watchdog, prompting the girl to attention.

"Yes, sir!" she answered, digging through the bag she was entrusted with that contained the documents.

Kyung-Soon stepped forward once she had it out, holding out her hand in order to take the file. She turned it around to look at it before glancing up at Tegwen, causing her to blush a tad. With a giggle, Kyung-Soon turned around to walk back to her own group and passed them on to Baldassare. The man opened them, glancing through them as his generals huddled around him to sneak a peek. Baldassare shook his head.

"Don't ring a bell." He said, passing it around to the others.

"No clue who he is…" Said Kyung-Soon, her American accent catching the elf on the other side of the room by surprise. "He don't look like he's from my sect. What about youse guys?"

"Nuh-uh. I dunno who he is."

"Me neither."

"We could take it around to see if anybody knows, I guess." Suggested Kyung-Soon. "Dunno if anybody will recognize 'im, but it's worth a shot."

"That will work." Said Ciel. "You can keep those copies while you look."

"So you think there's more of 'im 'round 'ere?" asked Baldassare. "Think they're gonna cause more trouble?"

"People like that seldom strike only once." The Watchdog replied. "Given the current atmosphere, it's highly plausible."

"Who's fault is that, ya fuckwit?" asked the Girasol vampire. "You're the one who came out and got yourself stabbed onstage."

"I only intended to take a seat. I didn't mean for it to turn into some big fiasco."

"Fuckin' Christ; if ya just kept ya mitts off the fuckin' pussycat for just a little bit…"

"Thank you for your help, Baldassare." The Phantomhive interrupted, scowling at the coven leader. The officers, who were behind him, could not see the face he was making, but were concerned about the expression worn by Baby-face.

"Woofter…" Baldassare said. "Alright, I'll find your man, if I can. No promises, though."

"I'll be taking my leave, then." The bluenette replied. "Thank you for your cooperation as always, Baldassare."

"Yeah, yeah…" the vampire said. "Get the fuck out of my building, ya fuckin' ass pirate…"

"Bye-bye, Baby-Face." Waved Alois as their group turned to leave.

"GET THE FUCK OUT, FUCKING COCK SUCKING DICK JOCKEY!" Baldassare shouted, standing up and baring his fangs as the Macken laughed while closing the door behind the group. Just like that, they were on their way out. The officers weren't even really necessary.

"U-uhm, is that everything?" asked Akira as she and the others followed the Watchdog out. "We didn't seem to do a lot…"

"Yep, that's it~!" said Alois with a friendly grin. "It doesn't seem like a lot, but that's a good thing. That said, if it wasn't Baby-face, it probably wouldn't have worked."

"What was the point in bringing us here?" asked Olivia. "We didn't do anything."

"It's important for you all to see what these kinds of negotiations are vaguely like." Answered Ciel. "It's not all gunfights. That's why you weren't instructed to carry any."

"I was wondering what a baton would do if things got ugly." Said another officer. "So, what's next?"

"We continue looking for possible leads while waiting for Girasol to get back to us." Answered Ciel, causing some of the officers to groan. "You're lucky. Most of the time, you won't even get this."

"As long as we get these people off the streets, it's all good." Spoke Tegwen, changing the mood. "That's our job. It's important; even the boring bits."

"Impressive." Ciel replied. "That's not the case in some places, though."

"Huh?!"

"Yeah, in some places, the law doesn't protect people. People protect the law." Answered Alois. "You lot better stay straight, alright? Don't be gettin' corrupt or nothin'."

"Yeah! Sorry Tegwen, Akira, you're fired." Joked one of the officers.

"Fuck off, Sadie." Snapped Tegwen. "Just for that, I'm gonna gay up this department out of spite."

"You gonna get your little girlfriend to do it?" snickered one of her coworkers.

"What?!" barked the elf, her cheeks reddening.

"That bird was checkin' you out, Tegs."

"So? That's her problem, not mine. I don't even know her!"

"I don't want to see any gang members at the station." Scolded Revy as they all stepped out onto the street.

"Organised crime isn't that bad, Revy." Joked Alois. "Especially when it's used for quasi-decent reasons."

"I don't even want to know…" answered the younger Macken. "I'm also going to have nightmares about those insults Baby-Face hurled at you…"

"He doesn't like me." Faux-pouted Alois, stepping into the back of the truck. "Kick his ass once and he doesn't forgive you. Accidentally let it spill that you're with a man and he'll reveal his secret fascination with dicks and ass."

"Please do not…"

"Okay, sorry, sorry…"