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Hypothermia
Leverrier had no idea why he had been summoned down to the kitchen and he muttered darkly to himself the entire trip down there. He had received an anonymous tip concerning Allen Walker and the writer of the note expressed the desire to meet with him.
However the person wanted to remain anonymous so they asked if it would be possible to meet down in the kitchen are late at night. That way it was less likely that anyone would see them.
Leverrier was angry about the situation but wanted to find out what this anonymous informant had to say about Walker. Which was the reason why he was making his way to the kitchen at two o'clock in the morning.
When the Inspector finally arrived in the kitchen he saw that someone had left the freezer door open. Narrowing his eyes the man walked toward the open door. "Surely they don't think we're going to hold this meeting in the freezer…"
And yet the man continued toward the open door. Stepping inside Leverrier searched for a light switch; unfortunately he was unable to find one before he heard a sound that sent shivers down his spine.
The sound of the door closing behind him.
Rushing toward the door Leverrier began to band on it, hoping that whoever had closed the door would realize that someone was locked inside. He struck at the door with all of the strength that he possessed but the door remained closed.
For the next several minutes Leverrier alternated between walking around in an attempt to keep warm and banging on the door in the hopes of summoning help.
But neither of those things happened.
Having always been an early riser Jerry made his way down to the kitchen area at five in the morning. He had to get everything in order before any of the Black Order's other inhabitants rose for the day. After all Allen was at HQ and that meant that Jerry would be doing a lot of cooking.
Which he enjoyed but it still took some major prep work.
Humming softly to himself Jerry walked over to the freezer to pull out some meat to thaw. Flipping on the light he gasped as his gaze fell upon Inspector Malcolm C. Leverrier lying on the floor of the freezer.
Frozen like a side of beef.
A/N - not sure who the guilty party was this time. You decide.