Word Count : 1848

Oof, it's a long boi-

Plot : After losing the four major suspects in the missing persons cases, Grian returns to the drawing board to discover the true mastermind behind this elaborate web of false cases.

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"I enjoyed the different perspective in that one."

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mister Xelqua."

"But there won't be unless theres a body count."

"Not even for the likes of war."

Grian stared dead into the chalkboard that he once again found himself standing in front of. Ren and Doc had long since gone off to bed but Grian was restless.

Thousands of thoughts circled through his head. Pieces of evidence and clues that didn't exactly make since until its neighboring piece was placed first.

They all dropped hints at joining this Revolt. Dating all the way back to the small meet with Mumbo Jumbo a whopping three years ago on a misty day in April.

"None of those four suspects hinted at anyone actually being kidnapped or actually missing.

The 'missing people' were all different. But they shared several things.

They either labored, worked or protected.

There's a bloody war that's about to start over West."

Grian clenched his hands to fists, slowly and ever painfully pacing the room and each of its creaky wooden floor tiles.

"West. Over west."

"Revolution. Industrial Revolution."

"But there won't be unless theres a body count."

"Different perspective."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Not even the likes of war."

"News reports state Officer XisumaVoid has gone missing! Police at Soctland Yard claim this might be part of a terrorist play!"

"Missing Person! Local Laywer Welsknight! If you know anything of where his whereabouts might be please contact local authorities!"

"Authorities."

"Revolution."

Grian stopped where he was in the room. Then he turned to face the chalkboard. "Oh you are clever, sir. Very very clever."

Grian approached the chalkboard, grinning to himself as he tore one of the pictures from it. "I knew something was off about you. You are very clever."

Tucking the photo within his back pocket; Grian turned and headed out the door. There wasn't any time to get Ren or Doc up to speed. Besides, they'd figure it out eventually.

He needed to head west.

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Time Skip
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Skidding his horse to a stop, Grian breathed out sharply. Just ahead was a massive, silver looking wearhouse. Outside it were probably dozens upon dozens of workers and laborers. And that was just on the outside. There were probably way more people on the inside.

Dismounting his horse, Grian approached the fort from the back on foot.

All the people outside were dressed in worn clothing, or work clothing.

Grian paused then looked over himself. He was wearing his everyday clothes. Clothes that would look normal in a proper society. But this place was no proper society, this place was a makeshift fort. He would stick out like a sore thumb.

"Time to adapt."

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Person Switch
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Mumbo was seated on one of the wooden crates. He had finally been able to change out of his horrid suit and into something that felt way more comfortable.

Not to mention that he had finally been able to be rid of his cane and replace it with a preferred one that worked better for him. Specifically the crutch he had designed himself.

He was watching Wels shout out orders and directions to the others moving the crates around. Lords he wished he could help them, but his leg wouldn't allow that.

"Put that one over there on the bottom!" Wels directed, walking over to one of the corners to guide the carrierers.

Mumbo couldn't help the smile that had formed on his face. He was finally gonna help people in his own way.

After a moment, a short man came walking up to him. He had a hat on which blocked the majority of his face. "Excuse me sir? There's something that I need assistance with. I would go to Mr. Welsknight or Mr. Eighty-Five but both of them are busy."

Mumbo paused before blinking. "Oh! Yeah. Sure, what is it?"

The person awkwardly reached one arm over their stomach to grasp the other one with their hand. "I'm not sure how to explain it sir. You'd have to see for yourself."

Mumbo took a deep breath before. "Yeah, alright. Give me a second will ya?"

Slowly but surely, Mumbo hoisted himself off the crate he was seated on.

The shorter man went and grabbed his forearm to help steady him. "Easy does it sir."

Mumbo chuckled slightly, before looking down at the person. "Thank you. Lead the way."

Without a word, the person headed off in a direction.

Mumbo did his best to keep up.

Every now and then, the person would stop and turn around to make sure he was still following.

Finally the person turned a corner behind a stack of crates.

Mumbo sighed to himself before following suit.

"Alright now what was it you wanted to-"

Mumbo looked back once, and suddenly something lunged for him. Two hands had grabbed him.

Yelling out, Mumbo struggled with the two hands, trying to break away.

A harsh shove later and the hands still refusing to let go, Mumbo found himself shoved against the wall of crates with his assaultants forearm at his throat, the other pinning his left arm down against the wall- aka the arm that had his crutch- and the distinct feeling of having a lack of oxygen.

"Don't scream." The person commanded.

Mumbo gasped for air. "What in the bloody hell kind of command is-"

The forearm at his throat suddenly pushed down against his windpipe, causing him to choke.

"I would advise against speaking out as well, Mister Jumbo. Or is it MJ?"

Mumbo coughed out, looking down at the person. "Mister G." He addressed.

"Clever as always."

Suddenly the pressure against him was gone. Mumbo almost collapsed against the wall of crates had Grian not steadied him.

Mumbo took a few more deep breaths before glaring down at the detective. "You bloody insane you are." He hissed.

Grian took a step back and raised his hat over his eyes. "Humor me." He shot back.

The taller man scoffed, shaking his head. "Just be lucky you hadn't been seen."

Grian laughed a fake laugh. "Please, all of you are too dumb to notice."

"What are you even doing here, Mister G?"

Grian backed up to the other wall of crates so he was leaning against them. "You are a cheeky man, Mister MJ. You even had me fooled to a point. Your fake missing persons idea truly tied the knot on driving people on a wild goose chase."

Mumbo cocked an eyebrow up, not being able to help the small swell of pride. "Amused, I assume?"

The detective hummed in thought. "Amused is a strong word. I prefer, entertained."

Mumbo allowed himself to sit down with his back to the wooden wall. "So, how'd you figure it out?"

Grian sighed, giving Mumbo a smile. "It was elementary." Grian started.

"Your plan was the most effective when there were multiple participants joining your cause. A string of missing persons would send police and other amateur detectives on a goose hunt that could never be solved. As the people were never really missing in the first place.

You had to effectively pull it off, which I applaud that you did very well. You staged everything so exact that everyone believed it was a mass kidnapping of random people. But obviously they weren't random.

All those people had similar traits. The need to protect others and hand out justice and right. What better example of a show of those traits than an Industrial Revolution?"

Mumbo stared at the detective with mildly wide eyes. Red eyes clashed with blue colored one. "Incredible. You really are the greatest detective."

Grian crossed his arms, giving a cocky grin. "I appreciate your praise. But now one question goes unanswered."

Mumbo gave a light scoff. "What more could you want?"

"The idea to revolt never did come to your head naturally, did it?"

"What?"

Grian stared the mustached man down. "The idea must have had been planted in your head from someone. I mean, you lived in a life of luxury before this. You had everything. Why did you come here to possibly die?"

Mumbo swallowed a lump down his throat, he then averted his eyes down the warehouse floor.

Grian craned his head slightly forward. "Well?"

"It was... a process over time. I was happy where I was, then... I met Iskall and them. A one night dare became a week, then a month, then it was a regular thing.

Working and doing things myself became so natural so- when I heard that people were fighting for proper equipment and tools to better the economy I leaped at the chance to join the cause."

Mumbo stared at the floor, a smile creeping on his face as he chuckled. "Man... saying all that gave me an eminence feeling of desa vu."

Grian stared at Mumbo for a second longer then looked at his feet.

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"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! The revolt of the century happened last night! The first shots of what people call the Industrial Revolution happened last night!"

Ren, Doc and Grian all walked past the shouting person. Grian paid the person no mind while Ren and Doc turned their heads.

"Man I knew those tensions were going to start a war." Doc commented, walking beside Ren and behind Grian.

Ren gave a small whine but nodded. "Yeah, but it was bound to happen. First the missing people and now this? This is the most wacky year of all time!"

Doc looked at the back of Grian's head. "Yeah, speaking of the missing people, I still can't believe you let those cases drop."

Ren piped up in agreement. "Yeah, you usually never drop a case. Never the less massive ones like those ones."

Grian mentally sighed and didn't turn around to face either of them. But he did reply. "I guess I came to the conclusion that you both were right. The cases had gotten too big, even for me to solve."

Doc gave a huff of air. "Oof, never gonna hear that sentence again. Quote that."

Ren laughed. "Already ahead of you on that one Doc."

Grian merely grinned at his friend's taunting and teasing and continued down the street with them close behind.

But what Ren and Doc didn't know was that Grian had already solved the case.

But for the sake of the Industrial Revolution, he publicly claimed the missing persons case a cold one to help hide the links and possible loose ends in the Revolutionaries plans.

To Grian, he considered it a discreet helping hand to them.

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Fin

Ooooof- two chapters in one day- yeet! I'm feeling good this weekend!

Also this is just to tie up some weird ends in the last chapter that didn't exactly make sense. Sooooooo- yeet.

Hopefully this one won't have as many mistakes-