Breakdown
Chapter 11: Clarification
(Recommended Music: Prepared To Do Anything – Sherlock Series 2… The first half, anyways.)
"This case was neither mind breaking nor tiresome, really. But, the threads were indeed all tightly wound around each other. One wrong snip and all the confining threads would snap away in one direction, away from the truth. To best explain this, I'd best start from the beginning.
The time, comparative, was about twenty minutes before that one confrontation. As we all know, Clive was away from the group for an uncertain amount of time, due to being `called away`. Obviously, many though that this would be to talk with Dimitri Allen. And, to an extent, this was true. Dimitri was still unaware of the scare monger plan, naturally, but… it matters not. Because, shortly after this conversation… well, it was a simple job really. Blowdart, twenty meters away, angled down, needle coated with local anaesthetic, tipped with a decent amount of Compound DX912. Not enough to trigger the full blown effect, but enough for the drug to begin to settle in his brain.
And there comes the symptom. Delirium. In a matter of minutes, he became withdrawn. Soon after, he became insane. So, he went as far as to take a hostage… which was his mistake. That made it incredibly easy to have an exact pinpoint – a witness. The moment that she was locked into that cage, he ran to set on the ignition… and that activated the `Time Machine's` power source, destabilising the drug, and I think we call all guess what happened there. Now, to show this entire thing was deceptively simple. The moment the power supply was activated and the anaesthetic activated, Targent got to work. They all moved in on Clive, and his two closest `minions`, ensuring they were also knocked out, and moved Clive well away from the machine – discreetly, down into the Thames Tunnel. Into that simulation chamber. Meanwhile, as Layton and the others saw Clive in the ship… it was a simple matter of producing a hologram… or even a water projection… that would still work. But that's beside the point. In the control room, one of the leaders of Targent, not Caroline, was busy lining up the hook-shot's.
Because Caroline was there to ensure that Clive was knocked out the moment he uttered that final word. After all, following that, it would be only a matter of seconds to get Clive up to the control room to finish this charade. My bet? Air pocket in the foot of the machine, basic air pressure pulling Clive up into an area near the control room. And, now, that chair, with the spting loaded arms, designed to exactly fit Clive's stature? It was as simple as sliding him in. And then, the exact moment he woke up, trigger loud noise from the ship, not abnormally so, and wake him up. All of a sudden, you have a little kid who thinks he's making a political statement."
The blond across the room sighed. "Whatever you say, Josh. Still… I must admit, I'm a tad confused. I still feel like holding back."
"… Why are you even in this universe, eh?"
"Well, until you get an actual boyfriend, I have to stick around. Anyways… what was the motive?"
"Well, How do you expect me to know? I wasn't going to pry that far. I'd say Pangaea, though. If the Azran civilisation did actually exist, it would have to be in Pangaea. It's the only place in which the civilisation could actually be one unit. This, due to the unified language, has to be true – to an extent. If she, in control of the syndicate – well, organisation, wanted to recreate the Azran civilisation – she would need to be able to not only eliminate any and all possible threats, but be able to entirely reconstruct the planet into one single continent – so atom bombs and other technology – ain't good enough. And, well… the Azran Civilisation was more humble than any 21st century civilisation I've ever seen. Imagine the crap that we'll have with such a civilisation."
"We'd do rather well… oh, wait, we do." The Marksman sitting across him fiddled with a feather smiling at him nervously.
"Stop, just in case your `father` hears."
"He didn't mind last time."
"Well, if you really want to switch… can we do it upstairs?"
The German PM's son, or, at least, the person addressing that persona, wiggled his eyebrows jokingly. His wings were already half out.
Notes: For those confused, that paragraph was about my excuse to be able to transfer characters between universes. Basically, Joshua and the other boy belong to a… over-heaven if you like, which is a bit like Gallifrey, except people can actually be bothered to do something.