AN: There's a bit of French used in this chapter, so the translated bit will be at the very end of the chapter. Also apologies if the translations are wrong as I took them from a translator. Also in case you want to know, Code 10-66 stands for Suspicious Person in one of the "10" codes used by Law Enforcement.

Chapter 15: Unknown Allies

The two older champions stood there in shock at what had just happened. What happened before them was something they did not expect at all: someone had called Elias' phone. Riven looked over with a shocked face and stared at the Explorer with wide eyes. "Do you think...?" she said in disbelief. Ezreal shrugged because he was not sure that it was who they were both thinking about. "It could have been... But the other person sounded a lot older than him." he told her. Some of the hope she had somewhat faded away, but she still retained some of it.

The silence was broken when Annie tugged on Riven's arm and looked up at her, "I'm getting hungry Rivey." A smile graced her lips, and the white-haired woman ruffled the ten-year old's hair. "Ezreal might know of some places to eat around her. Right?" she says while turning back to the Explorer. A large grin came across his face and nodded, "I'm not called the 'Grandmaster Explorer' for nothing! I know a place right by here that we can go get some grub." The two female champions nodded in agreement and followed the blonde throughout the city.

The Explorer finally chose a place that was widely known throughout Piltover: The Hextech Revolver. It was a weapons themed restaurant that was decorated to look like the item inside of the League. The tables were revolver cylinders held up by the barrel of the gun, everything was green, black, and gold, and there was even a massive replica of the item in the rear of the building that acted as a chimney. Once the hostess got them seated in a booth near the front, the three champions were greeted by a familiar face. "Blondie?" says a female voice. When they all looked up at the person, they saw that it was Caitlyn with an annoyed, gloveless Vi behind her. "Oh hey you two! What brings you here to the Revolver?" asks Ezreal.

"Just grabbing something to eat. Vi over here is upset over not capturing Jinx, so I figured going out for food would cheer her up." the Sheriff said while nudging her brooding partner. The pink-haired woman was standing there with her arms crossed, muttering something like 'Stupid Jinx' under her breath. "Well hey why don't you join us? We'd be happy to have you two." says Ezreal with a smile on his face. Caitlyn looks over to her partner, to which she just shrugs, and gladly takes a seat. Soon after, the waitress comes and takes all of their drink orders before walking off to place them. "So any look in finding that kid?" asks Vi, still bitter about earlier.

Ezreal shakes his head and sighs, "No but something crazy happened. Turns out the device I had in my office was an advanced form of the telephone." "Wait did you just say telephone? You mean the long distance communications device that Heimerdinger is still working on?" asks Caitlyn surprised. He nods and fishes the phone out of his pocket. The Sheriff looks over the phone and slowly becomes amazed with it. "That tiny thing is a telephone? The one Heimer has was at least the size of Jayce's ego." Vi snickers, causing her partner to scoff at her joke. "But the weird thing is someone called it just when we were going to see if it worked." the Explorer continues to tell about what happened earlier.

"Someone else called it? That should be impossible unless Heimerdinger finished it; which is also impossible as he is always tinkering with it." pondered the Sheriff. Silence fell at the table, until a few minutes passed by and the waitress came back with their drinks. "So what can I get you guys?" asks the waitress, pulling out a pad and pen as she does so. As the champions begin to rattle off their orders, Vi noticed someone suspicious emerge from the kitchen. "And Ms. Vi, what do you want?" the waitress asks. Keeping her eye on the person that was now looking around the restaurant, she told the waitress her order, "Yeah can I get a number 10-66, with a side of kitchen please." The waitress looked at her confusedly while Caitlyn was on high alert, scanning the room around until she too saw the suspicious person near the kitchen entrance.

"Ma'am, sorry to alarm you, but I believe that the man over by the kitchen might try and do something rash. So what I would like you to do is just act normally, and do not attract attention to yourself." the Sheriff whispers to the waitress. She nods in understanding and continues to act like normal. Once she was gone, the two law enforcement officers kept an eye on the person lingering around the back of the establishment. "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." says Annie, crawling over Riven and Ezreal to get out. "You know what I have to go too. I'll go with you as well. Keep an eye on the man will you?" said Caitlyn, the last bit to her partner. Ezreal looked over at the Sheriff confusedly, until she jabbed her head towards the direction of the unknown male. He gives a small nod before asking Riven about her sword and how it reforges itself.

Caitlyn then takes the child's hand and walks off towards the bathrooms, leaving Vi and Ezreal to watch the person slowly walk around the restaurant. The man notices that Annie and the Sheriff walking to the bathrooms and slowly begins to walk that direction. Vi was about to jump out of her seat until Ezreal placed his gauntlet on her shoulder, "If you jump now he'll run before we learn what he's doing. Play it safe." She tries to object but his grip gets stronger on her shoulder. "Fine. But I will go after him if he makes a move" threatened the Enforcer. The Explorer nods and waits for the other two champions to return.

The Sheriff is the first one out of the doors and patiently waits for the child to exit as well. The Enforcer was watching her partner, until a fan of her's came by and asked for an autograph. She happily obliged as she liked the attention sometimes that she would get for her work as the Piltover Enforcer. When she looked up however, she saw Caitlyn collapse to the ground, and the man taking an unconscious Annie with him. She tried to use her Vault breaker ability to catch up with the kidnapper, but then she realized she did not have her gauntlets on at the time. The man then threw a cylindrical device into the air and quickly exited through the kitchen. The device exploded, releasing a blinding flash that disoriented everyone in the building. Once Vi had recovered she quickly rushed over to her partner's side.

"Cupcake are you alright?! Speak to me Cait!" frantically said the Enforcer, shaking her boss in her arms. As soon as the commotion died down, Riven rushed to their sides and immediately looked over the Sheriff. "She'll be fine Vi. Luckily she was just tased and wasn't shot." Riven tells her. This caused her to ball her fists in rage and growl slightly, "I'm gonna beat the ever-living shit out of whoever did this. Riven, we had better find this guy." She nodded quickly slowly stood up, never seeing this kind of anger radiate from her before. Ezreal soon came back into the building with his gauntlet charged, "I couldn't follow him the entire way, but he is most likely heading towards the outskirts of town." "Well what are you waiting for? Track the bastard down." weakly says a now conscious Caitlyn. Riven and Ezreal nod before heading towards the outskirts of town.

In the alleyways of Piltover...

"I can't believe I did that!" exclaims the kidnapper. He had not only run away from four champions, but managed to kidnap the fifth one by himself. This job was going to make the criminal rich; and all it took was kidnapping a little girl and dropping her off in the outskirts of the city. It was going well for him as he knew the alleyways quite well and could maneuver throughout them without being caught by anyone. Luckily the taser he brought with him would render the child on his shoulder unconscious, as she groggily woke up a few times. "Just one more block and it's home free." says the criminal to himself.

As he cut the corner however, a bullet crashed into the concrete building next to him, leaving a rather large hole where the impact was. The kidnapper looked behind him to see someone crouched on the rooftop one-hundred feet behind him. What began to worry him was that there was no scope glint at all coming from the rooftop which meant this person was highly skilled with a rifle. When the criminal turned around, he was greeted by a man dressed in a silver, hooded overcoat. "You picked the wrong person to kidnap asshole." spoke the man before driving his fist into the criminal's face, knocking him out instantly.

The newly arrived guest then picked up Annie gingerly in his arms and walked over to the other person who was now on the ground. "You know where to take her. I'll deal with the trash this time." they told the other person. Nodding, the other person took the child into their arms and began to walk back into the city. "And now to deal with you." angrily spoke the silver-clad man. He picked up the kidnapper and slung him over his shoulder, then began to walk towards a nearby manhole. "Time to meet a new friend." the man said before crawling down the hole with his captive on his shoulder.

Hours had passed before the kidnapper finally awoke from being rendered unconscious. He looked around the room he was in and noticed his limbs were bound to a heavy metal chair. The room also had no windows, a large steel door at the front, and a faint dripping sound could be heard from the corner. Whatever this room looked like, it didn't seem like one he would want to stay in for long. Chatter was heard on the other side of the door before it slowly began to creak open.

"I see you're awake." commented a familiar voice. The man that walks in was followed by a large, disfigured rat creature with a crazed look in his eyes. "Thank you Twitch for letting me borrow your place." he tells the large bipedal mammal. "Anytime my new-found friend. After all you were the one to convince me to leave the Zaun sewers for these ones. I like these ones; tastier trash, nicer smell, and no one trying and kill me! Oh and if those two do come I'll let them in" cheerfully says the rat.

A soft chuckle came from the silver-clad man as Twitch retreated out of the room to scour his new home. The man in the chair was now trembling in his seat, sweat and fear already taking over his body. "Now then. What were you going to do with that little girl?" questions the figure. At first the kidnapper stayed quiet, until the sound if metal scraping against the door was heard. "Alright, alright! I was supposed to take her to some bald Noxian guy so that he could take her to his boss." he fearfully replies. The screeching of metal stopped when the word "Noxian" was said and the figure turned back towards his captive, "bald Noxian? You mean the chemical engineer Singed?"

"Yeah him! I don't know why he wanted the kid but he paid me an absurd amount of gold to do it!" the captive replies quickly. "And do you even know who you attempted to kidnap in the first place?" says the silver man with a tinge of anger in their voice. The man strapped to the chair shook his head frantically, leading the mysterious person to laugh loudly. "Singed didn't even tell you the name of the child you are sent to kidnap? Well let me tell you who she is: Annie Hastur, The Dark Child, and one of the League of Legends youngest and most powerful champions. You would have been better off trying to capture a Yordle with nothing but your bare hands!" furiously yells the silver man while they slam their fist into the captive.

An audible snap was heard, met with a small whimper of pain. The ex-kidnapper's jaw was broken, blood slowly trickling out of his mouth. Then the screeching of metal against the door was heard again which made him visibly flinch at the sound of it. "Now then, another question, and I'm sure you want to hear this one: Why should I let you just waltz out of here and let you live?" said the man, who's face was now in the view of their captive, who was now stunned at the persons face. "Wait, y-you're-" slurred the man in the chair before he was met with another blow to his face, quickly silencing what he was about to say. "Wrong answer." said the person with a wag of their finger.

A sleek, silver revolver with unique etchings was produced out of thin air and pointed at the now sobbing ex-kidnapper. "I want to play a game that is well known where I'm from. It's much similar to a popular form of gambling; except this is version uses a gun and your life, instead of a table and money." the silver man speaks with a cheery tone of voice and a sadistic smile. More whimpering was heard but was swiftly amplified to screaming when the first shot went through the criminal's left kneecap. Another cry of anguish was heard when another round found itself in the other knee. By now the tortured captive was covered in tears, mucus, as well as his own blood.

More faint cries of asking for forgiveness came from the criminal's mouth, but were ignored as the man emptied out his gun, the clatter of casings filling the room. The mysterious man then began to fill his weapon with a fresh batch of bullets, slowly taking his time inserting each of them. He then pointed the revolver back at his captive and pulled the trigger, causing the man in the chair to whimper frightfully at is imminent demise. However instead of ending his life, a click sound came from the gun, and rapid panting came from the figures captive. "Just kidding. You get to die in jail alone and in pain." says the other man while retaining his sadistic smile on his face. The man trapped in the chair feels a rush of relief comes over him as his captor slowly opens the door to the chamber.

Once the door was wide open the gun-wielding man walked through it and looked over his shoulder, his sadistic grin still present. "I was just fuckin' with you." he coldly laughed before unloading the remaining five rounds into his captive's skull, leaving a bloody stump where the head used to be. His face then shifts to a somber one as he puts his weapon into a holster that quickly vanishes from sight. "That's what you get for trying to harm a little girl you piece of shit." says the man to himself before quickly vanishing from the sewage tunnel.

An hour passed by before the Piltover Duo were being lead through the sewers by the Plague Rat. "And the sewage here is much tastier compared to Zaun's. It's like I'm eating a five star meal every day!" happily says the bipedal rodent. The hat-wearing woman was trying to keep her stomach in check while her partner was trying to ease her friend's queasiness. "My word it reeks down here like no other." coughs Caitlyn. This stifles a chuckle from her partner, "Well its the sewer Cait; its supposed to smell like shit." The Sheriff of Piltover glares at her coworker but shifts back to gagging again on the smell. A few more minutes passed before they finally reached the mess of blood and rotting flesh that laid before them.

"Bloody hell!" exclaims Caitlyn as she vomits at the sight and smell if the body. Her partner kneels next to her and softly pats her back to try and ease her queasiness. Vi then looks into the room and shakes her head, "Man I know this guy kidnapped that Annie girl and all, but this is a bit extreme even for someone from Noxus. Who ever did this was skilled and knows how to hold a grudge." The Sheriff was impressed by her friends investigative skills, but didn't say anything due to vomiting again. The Enforcer sighed and hoisted her boss's arm across her shoulder, looking over at the mess that was in the room. "Well I think its best to get you out if here Cait. I'll send by some of the cleanup guys to get this mess cleaned up for old ratface over there." she says while gesturing to Twitch who was now more interested in a floating piece of unidentifiable garbage. The Sheriff weakly nods in agreement and the two began making their way out if the sewers.

Above the sewers...

Once the mysterious man was above ground he was met by a woman with long, silver hair, a single rapier strapped to her back, and a golden musket propped against her shoulder. "D'Artagnan! Que faites-vous ici?!" the figure asks surprised. The woman pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear and crosses her arms across her chest, "Je cherchais pour vous. J'avais peur que vous n'avez pas retourner à la maison." "La merde. J'avais oublié." curses the man. The woman then sighs and shakes her head as she approaches the hooded figure. "Monsieur, je suis désolé de la gêne occasionnée, mais nous devons nous dépêcher de rentrer. La réunion va bientôt commencer." she quickly tells him. He sighs and shakes his head, "Amende. Laissez-nous être éteint puis.". The woman bows slightly before following the figure down the road.

At the mansion, there were now four people there total. The two of them that were there already were seated in the living room in front of a fire place. Both of them were talking to each other until the two other people arrived. "I have returned from the errand I had to run." the silver-clad man tells to the other two people, removing his hood while he did so. He was quite handsome: donning golden eyes, a light stubble, and spiky black hair that looked like it was messed with constantly. "About time kid. I was thinkin' you weren't gonna come back" speaks a deep, monotone voice. "Le fermer, vous vieux assassin. Sauf si vous voulez mon fusil dans votre gorge!" quickly says the woman while pointing her weapon's barrel at the one that just spoke. "Easy there girl. My family isn't called-" "Ze Knife for nothing. I get zat monsieur Du Couteau." interrupts the woman, a thick accent almost identical to Fiora's.

This caused the one called Du Couteau to laugh heartily at her remark, "You sound like that Laurent duelist from Demacia. What was her name again..." "Fiora Laurent, Marcus. One of the finest examples of Demacian pride that is under my rule." speaks the other person. "Aw come on Jarvan. You used to be like this until you had your son." laughed Marcus. "Please, Please gentlemen- and lady. Don't fight right now when we are close to figuring out Xerath's plans." says the silver man. The two elder men look over at the younger one and nod in agreement. "He is right. We must focus on the main issue at hand. Now this is what I have managed to dig up about what his plans." says the King of Demacia while he pulls out a white piece of paper with Demacia's crest on it.

Marcus did the same except his paper was black and had his family crest on it, "Here's what I dug up as well. You know, I'm impressed that you managed to find me kid. How in the hell did you manage that?" Taking the papers, the other man simply shook his head and put the documents in his coat. "That's something for another date." The two elder gentlemen looked at him confusedly but decided that now was not the time to ask about such things. "Well I must head back to Demacia soon. Otherwise the entire city-state will lose themselves over their king disappearing. Farewell Marcus, Ms. D'Artagnan, and my host." Jarvan III says with a bow. The King then made his way out of the mansion, making his way towards a carriage that was waiting for him. Once he was gone and out of sight, General Du Couteau looked over at the other two that were still with him.

"You two are a hell of a pair. You sure you aren't together?" he asks with a grin on his face. D'Art was about to pull out her rapier but was stopped by the silver man's hand, "No we aren't together General. We are strictly business partners." The older General grunted and waved his hand before heading for the door. "Marcus before you go... You know your kids miss you right? They've been searching for you for years." says the man in silver to the Noxian. This caused the old Noxian to stop in his tracks and stand there. "I know that. There's just some things that I had to do without them knowing. Thanks though. I may drop by and say hi one of these days; after all I'm gettin' too old to be sneakin' around this continent for much longer." says Marcus behind him. And like that, The Blade of Noxus vanished into the night.

"Well? What is next monsieur?" asks the white-haired woman, taking a seat in one of the chairs near the fireplace. The man took a seat in the other free chair and stared into the fireplace. A few moments of silence passed between them before the man finally spoke. "I think it's time we pay a visit to the League. Are you ready to fight against other opponents that are as skilled as you?" he tells her. D'Artagnan cracks a wolfish grin and nods, "Of course. Zat would be perfect to test my skills." This causes the silver man to chuckle and shake his head. "Then tomorrow we shall enter the League as champions to try and see what challenges it brings us." he says while staring back into the fire. Finally headed home...Right where I belong...

Translated parts

Once the mysterious man was above ground he was met by a woman with long, silver hair, a single rapier strapped to her back, and a golden musket propped against her shoulder. "D'artagnan! What are you doing here?!" the figure asks surprised. The woman pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear and crosses her arms across her chest, "I was looking for you. I was afraid that you did not return to the mansion." "Shit. I forgot about that." curses the man. The woman then sighs and shakes her head as she approaches the hooded figure. "Sir, I am sorry for the inconvenience, but we must hurry back. The meeting will begin soon." she quickly tells him. He sighs and shakes his head, "Fine. Lets be off then." The woman bows slightly before following the figure down the road.

Le fermer, vous vieux assassin. Sauf si vous voulez mon fusil dans votre gorge!- Shut it, you old assassin. Unless you want my gun down your throat!