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Ransom?
Malcolm C. Leverrier was on his way back to the Black Order, having traveled to the nearby town on an errand. However the man was destined to not make it back to headquarters.
As he made his way down the path that led to the base of the cliff upon which the Order sat he was suddenly seized from behind.
"Got him!" a childish voice sang out as Leverrier felt a hand wrap around his arm.
"Road," a second voice said, this one calm and more mature sounding. "Try to calm yourself. We're trying not to alert the Exorcists of our presence here."
"Aw," Road whined as she shoved Leverrier in the direction of the man. "You're a kill joy Tyki-pon!"
"I've asked you not to call me that," the man named Tyki said as he grabbed Leverrier by the arm. He was disgusted by the fact that he had to touch this man but the Earl had ordered them to take a hostage from the Black Order and he knew that this man was one of their higher ups.
And he had been stupid enough to simply walk right into their hands.
Road merely shrugged as she began to swing around the umbrella that she was carrying. The pumpkin head on the end of the umbrella screamed out it's protests but of course Road didn't pay any attention to it.
"Unhand me!" Leverrier growled, his voice low and menacing as he gazed at the man who was gripping his arm.
"Believe me," Tyki said, his voice low and deadly. "I'd like nothing more than to do that however the Lord Millennium has issued you an invitation and it would be rude of you not to accept it."
"Lord Millennium…" Leverrier's face paled as he heard these words.
"Correct," Tyki said, his skin turning gray as he gazed at the man through narrowed, golden eyes.
Chief Komui Lee was sitting at his desk, where he had been pretending to do work for the past couple of hours, when the phone suddenly began to ring. Glad of this sudden diversion, and a legitimate excuse to ignore his work, Komui smiled and quickly reached out and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello," the voice on the other end of the line said calmly.
"Whom am I speaking to?" Komui didn't recognize the voice and he vaguely wondered how a stranger had gotten this number in the first place.
"My name is Sir Tyki Mikk and I'm a member of the Clan of Noah. I'm calling to tell you that if you don't surrender then you will never see Inspector Malcolm C. Leverrier…"
"Leverrier?" Komui repeated. "Leverrier… No, I don't think I know anyone by that name."
And with this Komui proceeded to hang up the phone. A couple of seconds passed and then the phone began to ring once more. Reaching out Komui once again picked up the receiver.
"Hello…"
"This isn't a joke." There was a note of irritation in the calm voice. "If you don't surrender then Leverrier will die."
"I'm terribly sorry," Komui said, his voice calm. "But I think you've got the wrong number."
Komui once again hung up the phone however it began to ring almost immediately. The chief of the Science Division waited a couple of seconds and then he once again picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
Now the voice was filled with irritation. "If you hang up on me again Leverrier is dead! Do you hear me, DEAD!"
"Sorry but I really have no idea who it is that you're talking about."
Click.
"That is it," Tyki said as the phone in front of him suddenly exploded. Forcing himself to calm the Noah of Pleasure turned back to face the hostage who had given him the number to the Black Order. "You are a dead man."
For the next several hours Leverrier's screams could be heard echoing all throughout the Earl's mansion. However, after awhile, the screams subsided and Lulubell felt the need to investigate the situation.
So she walked down the hall and entered the room where Tyki and Road had been entertaining their 'guest'.
The Noah of Pleasure and the Noah of Dreams were sitting at the far end of the room, looking bored, while the man from the Black Order was slumped on the other side of the room.
Or at least what was left of him.
Parts of his body were missing and Lulubell could only guess that Tyki had used the Tease on the man. There was also a bright candle sticking out of his right eye which was of course Road's doing.
"So I take it that the Black Order didn't want to cooperate."
"We called the wrong number," Tyki said calmly as he casually smoked a cigarette.
A/N - yay for wrong numbers!