Arriving

It was finally time that they reached London. The view Doxin gazed inside the train was amazing, although not for Jacques. He was here before and thought it had more of a hidull sense than his breathtaking lights. "Well, if you look at that," Doxin said, with a relieved grin. Jacques scoffed. "Regarde ça? We have lights everyone flowing with grace. This looks like a fancy dump." Doxin rolled his eyes jokingly. It was usual when Jacques would be disgusted and boast about his country.

The new locomotive engineer replied, "We are currently at London, thank you for taking the Soet Express." Soon enough, the detectives went out of the train.

"Well, this is one of a certain day, isn't it Jacques." Jacques refused to answer. "Where are we gonna find SEOT, though?"

"My friend, watch and see."

Doxin walked with confidence over to a man with a brown bushy beard and a dad cap.

He was inside a squished alley that was very dark and rusty. "Find a place for a grand tourer?" Doxin asked, putting his hand on the cart that was meant to sell for hot dogs.

The man gave him a key, that was for a Nissan. Soon enough, you see a car—shiny white, with black shadow on it. "Bien, c'est riche. How did you get that much billet verts," Det. Jacques uttered, smiling at the car.

"It's called business."

The detectives went inside the grand tourer gleefully. As they drove, people moved back in awe. Yes, truly business it was.

As they drove along the countryside, Det. Jacques asked Doxin, "You know, I remember when I was new in detective training—"

"Oh, yes," the hard times, Det. Doxin disturbed, with an unfaithful smile. Jacques sighed.

"Pout ton information, that was not what I was saying. I was saying when I was new in detective training. People saw me as a dummy since I was from France. You and Julie were the only ones that accepted me. And, now look at us in a car, close enough to rescuing someone."

Doxin thought about it for a moment and chuckled. He was heartfelt and had a good feeling of himself.

"Well, you never judge a book by its cover."

Through the grassed hills and the long plains, the detectives continued to be on their way.

Owen:

The day was covered with a shade of night from the smoke. Roads were filled with people. Police cars partoled around the building. And Owen was gasping and crying on his knees. His aunt was dead, his family was killed, and his father was kidnapped. Why does this happen to me, he wondered in his head vigorously. It was that catastrophic, that the SWAT team put yellow tape over the building.

Owen got up from his knees, and he went for it.

"Hey, get away!"

Owen used to play football sometimes. He juked the police swiftly, making the officer fall onto the floor.

Inside the building was a mess. Debris and pieces fell to the ground as a never ending cycle. He ran to find his aunt, but everything was blocking every way. It seemed in a way it was being controlled to block Owen. But, that didn't stop him.

He slid under big bricks, covered himself in debris and fortunately squeezed through walls like a fierce warrior.

As he continued his journey to find his aunt, there stood a man.

Mr. Scam.

Owen breathed heavily in all the smoke and stepped back. "You, it's you!"

"Yes, Mr. Scam said, putting on a gas mask which worried him of what he was gonna do next. "It is me." Owen looked around for anything to save him.

He grabbed a book on the floor. "Just like last time, the books." Then, he cackled—a soul-stabbing cackle. "Tolle." He was right, it was just like last time.

Doxin parked at a gas station and saw the fire. "Who knows what happened there," he said, ignoring the terrible event. Jacques looked at him with disbelief. "Are you a fool? That is a fire! Mon dieu!"

"Okay, okay, we'll see if we can do something real quick," Det. Doxin admitted, while rolling his eyes jokingly.

It was a few minutes before they arrived at the scene on 46 Maple St. Doxin and Jacques got out of the car and rushed to the scene. Since there were many people, they all saw Det. Doxin and murmured his fame. But that didn't matter.

As they went into the building., debris landed on their sensitive eyes. "Whoa!" Det. Doxin grunted as the debris fell on him. "This'll ruin my suit!" They walked through the orange hazed room and up the stairs.

"Hey, haven't you noticed this is funny!?" Doxin yelled in the disturbing noises of breaking pieces.

"What!"

"We are inside a building on fire!"

"Bien, that's something funny Monsieur!"

Despite all the joking around, a big huge block from the ceiling fell down with no time to spare. Doxin happened to notice first. "Move!"

With a boom, walls cracked and fell. Doxin grunted as he got up in an injured motion. Blood circled around his hands.

"Oh, no," he rasped, after realizing the bad news occurred to them. Inside that floor will be remembered to be the first to have a big hole in it. Jacques got up much faster than Doxin, but had somewhat a more dazed stance. But even he noticed too. "Look at me!" Doxin shouted to Jacques. He looked at him. "We are gonna jump up to the next floor! Okay?" The detectives nodded.

"1, 2, 3!"

With all of their strength and might, they made a jump which almost reached to the next floor. Detective Jacques screamed as gravity almost pushed him. But luckily, he was caught by Doxin.

Together they got up and successfully made it to the second floor.

Reaching to a room, they saw someone with a gas mask with a blonde boy with an orange shirt and black joggers, which was almost taken off with his underpants the way the gas masked person was holding him.

Mr. Scam and Owen in Auntie Omeila's room

Doxin pulled out his gun as quick as a snakebite and Tat! Mr. Scam slipped on his leg and crashed onto the glass table, which broke and reached to the bottom. The detectives walked in and two more soldiers came. Seemed like they weren't the only crazy ones.

Rifles fired, detectives ducked and rolled. Jacques grabbed a soldier's arm and kneed him when he reached close enough. The soldier lurched in reaction. When he was ready—he gave a hit but Jacques blocked. The french detective dodged every hit the soldier could give.

"Die, you menace!"

With a powerful kick, Det. Jacques collided with the wall and bung his head on the lamp. After all that crashing, Det. Jacques got up but realized it's not best to fight in the corner of the room.

The soldier kicked and slapped Det. Jacques. But, then his eyes turned wide. Multiple streams of blood fled down his head, it almost covered his whole face.

He went on his knees very slowly to the point Jacques thought he was gonna pray. But his theory was illogical, and the soldier died on his lap. The murderer—or the hero in this case—was Det. Doxin. He put down his gun, and he was all bruised.

It was true that Doxin fought more soldiers than Jacques but that wasn't the goal. The building was falling down and will bring them with it. "So you're the famous Detective Doxin aren't you?"