Eren grabbed the unconscious Mulligan and slowly laid him down on the floor so he would make no noise. He looked at the typewriter and his eyes flitted across the words, catching at the mention of Irion. He'd heard that name before, many times, in one of professor's many irate rants against the man. But reminiscing would have to wait, for Eren fancied he could hear footsteps just beyond the door, footsteps getting louder. No time to waste. He took the paper and folded it away into his back pocket, then grabbed a chair he had been bound in a moment ago, and waited.
The first thing Mulligan's handler would've seen was Mulligan's feet behind his desk, indicating where he had sprawled on the ground when Eren knocked him out. The next thing (and the last thing for a good while) the man would've seen would be a dark object flying at him from his left, followed by a swift kick to the stomach as the muggle made his escape.
Eren began to run to the entrance, then stopped. The man really was knocked unconscious, he was sliding to the ground now without a single noise. It confused Eren enough that he felt like looking at his hands. Where was all this power coming from? Adrenaline? His damn temper?
His damn temper. Eren cursed himself as he went on out of Mulligan's office. In the end he did not find Karla or her father or their kidnapper. Well, at least it felt satisfying to land a good hard blow on that chubby bastard for being all smug when he'd ambushed him on the intersection. But there was no time to think on it any further.
Eren snuck out into the ice–cold warehouse, every movement sending chills through his body. Run, every instinct in his body commanded, run to warm yourself up. Ultimately he chose not to, he didn't want to just run blindly and hope nobody would be running after him. Not that there seemed to be anyone in this warehouse anyway, as per usual. But now Eren came across an interesting sight.
As he was leaving the antechamber which led to the warehouse proper and Mulligan's office there, his attention was focused on a noise to his left. He looked and saw a big blue shipping container which seemed to have been converted into a break room of sorts for the workers, complete with a window and a door which stood wide open. Two young men, Malachi's men, sat inside the break room playing cards. One of them slammed down two cards on the table with a laugh, to which the other guy placed a card of his own, shaking his head.
That was when they felt someone watching them. In the span of time it took them to realize they were being stared at, Eren was running away. That was his entire strategy now, run and hope nobody is running after you. So focused was he on running that he barely noticed when he slammed into a man in a brown trenchcoat patrolling the Knockturn Alley.
Brown trenchcoat... wait! He had begun running again, but then realized he still had the piece of paper with him, and the guy clinging to him–
Oh. It wasn't Taylor. Who was it, then? An Auror! But how did he know? Malachi's men had disguised themselves as police before, how could he say this guy wasn't secretly working for Malachi too? Jeremy had the Auror commissioner or whatever set up a watch on Mulligan's warehouse, but...
He could not know who the Auror truly was. But he could barely think straight anyway. He would take a gamble, and if he turned out to be wrong...
„Auror! Sir!" he produced the paper from his back pocket and shoved it into the confused man's hands. „Call Jeremy Taylor! Temple Church! You must guard the Temple Church! Oh, and take me to my home."