Word Count : 1704

Other Mentions : Steampunk Area/Victorian Area

Plot : Sherlock!Grian and his Watsons- Doc and Ren become tangled in a mess of missing persons cases that all seem to link together. Multiple suspects are at question.

The helpless and crippled governor's son, Mumbo Jumbo.

The whole hearted Swedish dock master, Iskall85.

The beautiful and lovely cafe owner, StressMonster101.

Or the off feeling and mysterious grounds keeper, TinFoilChef.

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Grian Xelqua And The Shoot Out
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Grian sat in the arm chair of his flat with both hands at his temples. He stared dead ahead at a wheeled up chalkboard that had dozens of multi-colored strings attached to pictures of different people.

The missing people, the suspects, the witnesses. All the photos were there with tiny bits of information written in chalk beside them.

The great detective was stumped and it was slowly angering him.

"The dock master has an alibi. He was helping an immigrant family map out different locations of interest.

The grounds keeper had people confirm he had not left his post.

Miss Monster101 was serving the governor's family the night the first missing person is reported.

Where is the line? Who is the outcast? Who is the out looker? Who is my kidnapper?"

Grian slammed his hands down against the arms of his arm chair, sucking in a deep breath of air before shutting his eyes tightly and rethinking.

"The first missing person was officer XisumaVoid of the very own Scotland Yard.

Next it was Lawyer Welsknight. A graduate of London's finest.

The third was a news reporter under the London Gazette. Reporter ZombieCleo."

Grian reopened his eyes then stood up from his chair, shoving the chalkboard back in an angry huff.

"Then there were many more after that. But all the ties link with these four damm people! Who is the kidnapper!" Grian raged.

The door to his flat opened.

Rendog and Docm77 both walked in.

"Grian? Why are you yelling?" Ren questioned, taking off his coat and hanging it up.

Doc untucked a newspaper out from underneath his arm and placed it on the small coffee table before returning to also take off his coat. "Man, I told you you shouldn't have taken the case. Admit it, the case has gotten too large for you."

Grian scoffed, crossing his arms and plopping back into his chair. "I don't remember asking for your input."

Ren shook his head. "You guys-" Ren walked over to the couch and sat down. "-need to not bicker right now. We took the case and we'll solve it the best we can."

Doc gave an audible sigh and grabbed his newspaper again before plopping down in the other armchair, opening the paper. "Whatever man."

The three sat in silence.

After five minutes of silence and a couple newspaper turns later, Doc broke the silence and spoke out.

"The standoff over west seems to be picking up traction."

Ren looked up at Doc, still leaned back on the couch. "What's the article say?"

Grian twitched in his place as Doc read the article outloud.

"The stand off in the west continues to rise in tension! People have demanded fair share while others plan to keep businesses and current pay methods the same.

The workers have slowly started to escalate things into a more violent approach. One business owner says.

Another business owner claims that workers and laborers have begun to threaten harm and danger.

While there maybe a lack of protestors, that does not at all excuse the possibility of a total Revolution. An Industrial Revolution."

Grian twitched again.

"Industrial Revolution. Industrial Revolution. Business owners. Laborers and workers. Revolution. Revolution."

Grian stood from his chair. Eyes wide and bug like.

"Industrial Revolution."

Ren and Doc both looked at the detective with confused looks.

"What?"

"Oh my gods. Oh my gods."

"What? What is it? Have you solved it?"

Grian grinned, chuckling. "Check for the dock master, the grounds keepers. I'll check for the cafe worker. Then meet at Triton Avenue."

Without another word, Grian turned on his heel and sprinted out the door, grabbing his coat on the way.

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Grian sprinted down the dark alleyway between Bethany Road and Triton Avenue. He finally stopped near a bulletin board that had a bunch of old ads to catch his breath.

He then pulled out his watch and chain.

"Three. Two. One."

Grian crained his head, seeing Ren and Doc just sprinting up from their respected locations of interest.

Doc came up and stopped, breathing out heavily. "Iskall wasn't there."

Ren shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he breathed deeply. "Nor was the ground keeper at his post."

"What about Miss Monster101?"

Grian shook his head. "Not at her home."

Ren looked at the detective. "Did you want us to check on the governor's son?"

Grian looked at the two before his eyes widened once again. "Get down!" He hissed, yanking them back into the shadows of the dark alleyway.

A silhouette came limping into the dim, alleyway street light. They were tall and appeared to have a cane gripped firmly in one hand. They stopped in the middle of the alleyway, looking around.

Grian, Doc and Ren all remained crouched within the darkness. All of them were watching in a still silence.

The silhouette continued to look around, appearing to be checking a watch and chain of their own.

After a hot moment, another silhouette appeared, this time, this person appeared closer to the hidden group of three.

They quickly looked around before apparently seeing the other figure.

"MJ!" They called out in a harsh whisper. Then quickly ran over.

"By Notch." Doc hissed out in a whisper.

"Its the govoner's son and the dock master!" Ren confirmed in a shocked whisper.

Mumbo's silhouette turned and waved towards the dock master, limping a couple steps forward. "Iskall!"

The two met in the middle.

"Where are Stress and TFC?" Iskall questioned.

Mumbo shook his head, audibly exhaling. "I don't know. They might be running a bit late."

Grian watched with intent, observing everything he could with the current lighting that was available to him.

After another hot moment, four horses came running up. Mounted ontop two of them could only be Miss Monster101 and the ground keeper, TinFoilChef.

"We're here! Sorry it took a moment longer." Stress stated out in a whisper.

Iskall shook his head, grabbing at Mumbo's arm and guiding him over to one of the un-mounted horses. "You both are here. That's all that matters." Iskall's head turned to Mumbo. "Ready dude?"

"Can't really turn back now." The govoner's son replied.

Grian watched from his hiding spot as Iskall went and picked up the govoners son with ease, placing him on one of the un-mounted horses.

Then Iskall himself quickly went and mounted the other un-mounted horse.

The ground keeper quietly gestured something with his hand. "Quickly. We must make haste. The others plan to attack tomorrow."

Grian cursed himself, listening. He listened as the horses all suddenly broke into a canter. Leaving him, Doc and Ren behind in their wake.

The three emerged from their hiding place.

Grian then dropped to his knees on the ground and slammed his fist into the cement.

"Damn it!" He yelled.

Ren jumped, gesturing with his hands. "Grian, calm down and keep your voice down!" He whispered harshly.

"Yeah!" Doc agreed. "We don't want us to get caught do you?"

Grian growled, standing up yet still glaring at the concrete. "They slipped right under my nose."

The three stood in silence in the alleyway. The clops of horse hooves were long gone, and the four major suspects were mounted on them and now riding west to aid in a Revolution.

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Flashback
"A huge fan of your works, I am. Truly you three are the most brilliant minds." The black haired man complemented, a bright smile spreading across his face.

Ren simply smiled brightly. He always had a better charisma than Grian or Doc, and he was just a better socializer altogether. "Mr. Jumbo we are truly flattered."

Grian and Doc both remained silent. Standing straight. Doc had a smile of pride while Grian looked mildly bored.

The black mustached man simply laughed. "I love reading your cases. My particular favorite is the Farmers Revolted Tale." Mumbo then suddenly locked eyes with Grian. "I enjoyed the different perspective that one held."

Grian felt himself flinch. But his mind couldn't process it completely because Ren had spoken up again.

Flashback
"Mister Xelqua, you are a strange man. You know that right?" Iskall commented.

Grian cocked an eyebrow up. "Tell me something I don't know." He replied snarkily.

Iskall simply laughed, shaking his head. "Wouldn't you like that, Mister Xelqua."

"Humor me, Mister Eighty-Five." Grian challenged.

"Possibly later, Mister Xelqua." Iskall snarked comedically back.

Flashback
Stress set down her newspaper down, a frown going on her face. "I don't seem to understand why all these lies are being spread through the press. Someone really ought to start spreading the cruel truth."

Grian simply huffed, taking a drink of the orange juice that was poured into the glass in front of him. "But spreading truth doesn't make money, Miss Monster."

"They should be more concerned about how the resources that their using are being made and manufactured." Stress argued back.

"Then make better equipment to help make equipment."

Stress shook her head. "If only workers had the support they needed to help push us into some kind of Industrial Revolution. Then maybe that idea would happen. But it won't unless theres already a body Count."

Flashback
"This war is going to happen. But when it does, I'm not likely not going to stand aside and watch it happen. Just know that Mister Xelqua."

Grian cocked an eyebrow. "Mister TinFoilChef. Not to be rude. But aren't you a little old for a battle field?"

TFC shook his head. "No ones too old for nothing."

"Not even for the likes of war?"

"Not even for the likes of war."

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Fin

Oof! I'm tired. Imma head to bed then read over this chapter again and see how many mistakes my tired brain made. Derp-