The duo took off down the road again with the blonde driving and the bluenette riding in the passenger seat. Alois tapped his finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the music from the stereo while he did his usual dance in the seat. Meanwhile, Ciel looked out the window at the scenery around them, occasionally pointing things out to the menace.
"Jim, look." He said, tapping the other man on the shoulder. "Look at all of that lavender."
The blonde lifted his sunglasses so that they rested on top of his head before turning to look for a split second, and then returning his gaze once again once he had the opportunity to check the road. A grin appeared on his face and he glanced toward the bluenette.
"Can we stop and take a picture?" he asked, slowing down so he could look at the fields of flowers lining the sides of the roads.
"Of course." Chuckled Ciel. "Just pull over off to the side."
"Alright, then." The menace answered, slowly braking before lulling to a complete stop. He then shut off the music and the pair stepped out. Immediately, he plucked his phone from his pocket and selected the camera before raising it up and focusing it. The man was taking so many pictures, that it was amazing that he hadn't already filled up the memory on the device.
"Why are there so many?" he wondered aloud.
"I don't know." Said Ciel. "I mean, I could Google it, if you want."
"Oh~! So mister trip-master doesn't know everything~?" teased the blonde, smiling over at his beau while the other man shook his head.
"The only thing I know about lavender is that it used to be used as an expression of sapphist love."
"I always wondered why the lesbian flag was purple." Noted Alois, cropping an image he took. "I feel like I need to pass this onto Amelie and Charlotte."
"Weren't you keeping Amelie updated on the trip as well?" asked Ciel.
"Yeah, but she only texts back emoticons, so I have no idea what she's thinking."
"I think that the only person who could decipher that is Charlotte."
"It's a legit skill." Alois said, placing his phone back in his pocket. He paused for a moment, stretching his arms, back, and legs with a grunt before continuing. "Should we get back on the road, then?"
"Probably." The bluenette answered, shifting his weight and stretching as well. "I need to do something first."
"Alright. I'll get in the car." Replied the menace, turning around in order to head back to the vehicle. Ciel, however, walked around to the back of the Mercedes and crouched down, reaching his hand underneath and groping around.
"There you are." He murmured, tugging until the object was free. In his hand, he now held a small box with a small, flashing red light on it. With that, he stood up and walked over to his side of the car and opened the door.
"Bretodeau left us a present." Playfully said the Watchdog, taking a seat inside. "Tracking device." He clarified before tossing the object on the ground.
"That was neighbourly of him." Chuckled Alois as his beau shut the door and fastened his seatbelt. "Just gonna ditch him?"
"Unless you think we should leave him a note." Ciel replied, smilng as the car began to move.
"Nah." Shook the menace. "He'll be okay."
The duo started traveling once again, taking off down the highway. A few minutes behind them, however, were the two French agents in pursuit. Their vehicle wasn't as luxurious as the Mercedes, but it got them where they needed to be.
"Dominique." Called the man in the passenger seat, Felician Lamar, as he gestured to the handheld device that gave away the demon's location. "It looks like they stopped."
"Where is there to even stop around here?" questioned Bretodeau.
"Maybe they were looking at the flowers? They've very beautiful, aren't they?" suggested Felician, gesturing around them. "If I were a tourist, I would want to stop and take a few pictures."
"Felician, be serious."
"I am! Look, it says they stopped just up ahead!"
"Where? I don't see them!"
"Uh…" paused Lamar, looking down at the GPS again. "Wait… What? It says they're just a few feet in front of us?"
Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, leaving tracks on the road and causing both men to be jostled around. Poor Felician nearly let go of the tracker in the process, and when the car finally stopped, he leaned back with his hand on his chest. Taking in a few breaths while his partner unbuckled his safety belt, he looked over to the man then proceeded to hit Dominique with his fist.
"WHAT THE FUCK, DOMINIQUE?!" He demanded as the other man took the tracker away. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Despite his indignant outburst, Bretodeau ignored him, instead hopping out of the car and holding up the tracker to view.
"Where are they?!" he demanded, furrowing his brow and shaking the device. "Piece of shit!"
"Dominique." Called Felician, stepping out of the car. He leaned down and plucked a small black box off of the ground before straightening his back and holding up to view between his index finger and thumb.
"What?!" barked Bretodeau, turning to face the other, only to see the tracking device. As his partner laughed, he ground his teeth while fuming. Then, all at once, his anger sprung forth and he slammed the tracker on the ground, breaking the casing from the impact.
"What the fuck was that for?" asked his associate. "You just broke government property while throwing a tantrum over a couple of brits!"
"Not just any brits, Felician." Said Dominiqe. "The Watchdog and Lion. They are England's best. We have to keep an eye on them, but we can't even do a simple observation job."
"Okay. So we find another way to track them. It's not the end of the world." Answered Lamar. "Tantrums aren't going to solve it, though."
Bretodeau paused to think, folding his arms and tapping his foot. Every second wasted here was another second of the demons widening the gap between the two parties. After a few moments, the man began to nod, holding up a finger.
"I've got it." He said, turning to the other. "They have to stop sometime, don't they?"
"Yeah?" questioned the other, arching an eyebrow. "They're gonna need to stop for the night, probably."
"Well, I happen to know for a fact that there is only one hotel along this road." Informed Dominique. "All we have to do is get there."
