Tracking down Mister Harris Hartley was no trouble at all for the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. Intelligence Department. They had spies tailing him left and right, and had seen him on more than one occasion with a child—always one or the other, but never both at the same time. Sometimes, Hartley would have the girl with him, and sometimes, he would have the boy. Either way, the lumbering brute of a man was always hovering over them and watching their every move, yet he was oblivious to the plainclothes officers tailing him.

Hartley often hung around a specific pier, accompanied by others. Human agents had no way of sensing as to whether or not they too, were supernaturals, so they were sure to keep their distance. That pier, however, held one very interesting craft. A shipping vessel owned by the SOMA Technology Company.

Upon questioning the president of the company, however, they discovered that they no longer owned it. It had been purchased by a buyer whose name turned out to belong to a person who had died years ago. It was a fake. The owner of the company, the mother of Preston Omid, was certain that it was her son by this point, and cooperated with giving H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. information about the vessel, including blueprints and layouts.

"Bring my son to justice." The woman said. "Bring him home. I do not fully understand what's wrong with him. I do not understand what he's going through. I do know that he is in very much pain. Please help him in any way you can."

Hartley had been seen boarding the vessel as it sat in the harbor along the Thames. Without a single doubt, that is where the Scarlet Order was hiding. Thus, the council gathered in order to devise a strategy. In the end, they decided to set up a blockade so that the terrorist organization could not escape out to sea. Then, they readied boats in case the ship took off, before sending in a team to inspect the vessel. This was arranged to appear under the guise of police work. Britain's finest duo of detectives would be sent in with backup at the ready should things turn ugly.

It was daytime when the gentlemen arrived. Sir Phantomhive and his partner, Mister Macken, casually walked up to the ship, protected by daylight and the openness of their surroundings. The Scarlet Order could not attack them so blatantly. When the two men clad in black arrived, those in charge watched carefully.

A woman with long dark hair fastened into a single braid in the back stood overlooking the scene playing before her, placing her hand on the railing of the ship. Her ring gleamed in the sunlight, itching to take care of things swiftly, but knowing that patience would prove to be more prosperous. Suddenly, her attention was captured as she was approached by an underling.

"Captain Wink!" he said, panting. Sweat beaded his forehead as he addressed his superior. "We've got trouble. Two H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents have showed up. It's the Watchdog!"

"What do they want?" asked Wink. "Have they made any demands?"

"Just to see whoever is in charge, Ma'am." The flunkie replied. "They want to look around…"

"Let them." The woman said.

"Ma'am?"

"We'll give them the impression that we have nothing to hide." Stated Wink. "Tell those who are not in human shape to remain out of sight."

"Yes, ma'am." Said the underling, before turning to do as his was ordered to as Wink looked back out over the rail, gripping it tightly.

Frost appeared where her hand had touched as the gems on her ring glowed. Furrowing her brow, she tore her hand away, causing ice to shatter and fall to the ground. She then turned just as the funkie did, in order to inform those in charge of the situation. Meanwhile, outside, the duo were waiting.

"Not very professional, are they?" whispered the blonde menace, leaning over to his beau. "Their staring is obvious. Something's definitely up."

"I don't doubt that for a second." Answered Ciel in a similarly hushed tone. "I find it especially peculiar as to why they haven't left someone with us to make sure that we stay put."

"Maybe they figure that the surveillance of the others is enough?" suggested Alois.

"Bad move."

"Do you think they believe that we cannot tell what they are?" questioned the menace. "How foolish…"

"Amateurs." The Phantomhive said. "Be on your toes, however. They may act volatile when backed into a corner."

"Yes, my love." answered Alois, turning his attention away from the bluenette as they were approached by another. He appeared to be the man in charge, but the duo knew better. This "leader" was merely a front. Still, they acted as if they hadn't the slightest idea.

"How can I help you gentlemen?" the man asked, holding out a hand. "I'm Brian. I'm the man in charge, here."

A glint appeared in the bluenette's eye at the way the man spoke. The fact that he was in charge was presented as an afterthought. He is indeed a false leader.

"Senior Detective Phantomhive." The bluenette said, shaking the man's hand nonetheless. His eye stayed fixed on the other gentleman's as he spoke. "This is my partner, Senior Detective Macken. We're looking for someone by the name of Harris Hartley. Can you perhaps help us find him?"

Suddenly, Brian's eyes darted away, off to the side. Something was hidden in that direction. It could be Hartley, but given how nervous he seemed at that question, he was looking for approval from someone. So that's where the boss was hiding…

"Oh, he's around here somewhere." He said, looking to the side again for confirmation that this was the correct course of action. Regardless, Ciel's eyes stayed fixed. "I'm sure I can look around for him. Why don't you come inside and wait?"

"Thank you very much." Ciel answered, looking over to the menace as Brian turned away to lead them. Pointing with his eye, Ciel silently communicated where the actual threat was located, to which the blonde nodded.

"So, is Harris in any trouble?" asked the faux-leader as he walked up the ramp with the duo into the ship.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you the details, but yes, he is a suspect in a case." Answered Ciel. He wasn't going to let them in on how much H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. knew so easily. As Alois looked around in false wonder, concealing the fact that he was actually looking for the true boss, the pair came to a stop once they reached the interior of the ship.

"I see. Well, I hope I can help you out, any." Brian replied, not even turning to address the two as he spoke. "I'll see if I can find him. Just wait here."

"Thank you for your cooperation." The Phantomhive stated, allowing the man to walk away. Once he was out of sight, he turned to the menace.

"Let's start looking." He said.

"Split up or stay together?" questioned the menace.

"Stay together. There's enough supernaturals on this ship to be a tad overwhelming."

"You got it, boss."

Casually, the duo looked around as though they were just nosy. They walked as though they had no purpose whatsoever, as though they hadn't the faintest idea as to what they are doing. It was a farce, however. Their senses were open, taking in all of the information that they could. They knew that all eyes were on them, so they played the part of the bumbling police officers. Little was it known to the vast majority of the eyes that were honed in on them, they knew everything. Ciel and Alois even knew that the true commanding officer was tailing them, so they kept the act up until they were completely out of sight.

Wink was confused. She couldn't figure out why they were acting so recklessly. Surely, since this pair was so feared by all who heard of them, they would act with more grace. Even so, she did not let them out of her sights. That is, of course until she saw their eyes.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks at that devilish glint. A feeling of unease punched her in the stomach as she noticed it. That clumsiness was a façade, and hidden behind it was something much more dangerous. She had been fooled, but no longer. Wink retreated in order to find backup, instructing a pair of disguised elves to keep their senses honed in on the demons as they traveled further into the depths of the ship. She could not allow them to get far, however. She could tell that these two were in fact professional.

"Brian, rally the werewolves." She said, passing the man in the hall.

"Ma'am?"

"Don't ask questions. Just arm them, and exterminate those demons."