Heir - Part 3

Heir
Part 3


The goon had its gun pointed at the girls, about to fire, when suddenly he saw their expression get even paler. Curious, he noticed also that their glance was pointed behind him. A chill running down his spine prompted him to look as well...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The blood-curdling scream of the spectral Brown Lady before him took a heavy toll on him, making him faint. The boys heard the noise and ran outside just in time to see the fainted henchman, and the spectral figure disappearing down a hallway before looking back at the children with a sincere smile.

"That was..." Maria uttered, still in slight shock. "T-the Brown Lady...!"

"Sh-she just helped us...!" Anaya added. "B-but why...?"

Seymour approached the unconscious henchman and inspected him closely.

"Maybe she has been watching over the Weever clan like the Townshend has..." he theorized. "And has come to save us from a new enemy..."

"What new enemy...?" Chris asked.

"I do not know, my friend... But whoever it is..." Seymour stated, holding the plastic gun and opening it to see the laser cell. "They know me all too well..."

He took the laser cell and encased it within a makeshift metal capsule, which he pocketed. He then took out a cellphone and made an anonymous call to the police so the henchman could be caught.

"So now we're being chased?!" the other rich boy asked, fearfully.

"Yes..." the Weever boy said regretfully. "I do not know by who... but whoever it is, they know me, and most likely all of us as well. Usage of plastic to prevent me from using my powers on metal, even though average guns are non-electronic. A safety precaution, no doubt..."

"And that laser cell looks like the one used in a Coldstream's musket...!" Maria pointed out.

"Best we move to Liverpool, then..." Anaya said. "And hopefully the disguises might help us..."

Seymour nodded and opened a portal to the town of Liverpool, all of them crossing through and heading to the nearest hotel.


===Meanwhile=========================================================================

Flavio walked up to the front porch of the Weever Manor and knocked on the large double doors. He then waited for any response. After it took a while, he knocked again.

"That's weird..." he said. "Usually Seymour hears the first one, the sound goes all over the place..."

"Try the intercom." Silver suggested, behind him.

Flavio pressed the intercom button, only to be greeted by a computerized voice of a woman.

"Please stand by." it said.

A scanner light went up and down over Flavio as he stood still on the porch, a camera up over the door looking down at him.

"Greetings, Flavio Emmanuel Estevez." the computer said, Flavio's name clearly coming out more separate from the line. "The owner of this residence is currently unavailable for talking. Please look for him at his place of work, if you have an access portal. Thank you."

"Well that was blunt..." the teen said. "And no mention of Maria, heck, no mention of Anaya..."

"Let's go to Central City, then!" Silver pointed out. "If we run, maybe we'll enter the building fast--"

"Or you can ask me anything and save time."

A female voice snapped them from their worries. Agatha Newsflesh moved forward out of a binary portal, only two Paparazzi robots behind her.

"A reporter's always gonna have the intel you need, dearies." she said with a grin.

"NEWSFLESH!" Flavio cried, drawing his sword as the hedgehogs entered battle stance.

"Yes, yes, drama-bomb-namedrop, you do it all from the box, I get it." she said dismissively. "Look, we need to talk about my, let's say, brother-in-law."

"Seymour would never have a witch like you as his relative!!" Silver spat, telekinesis ready.

"Well he just might, Fuzzy, because in case you don't know, he's in danger. And Ryan sent me here himself to lead a confirming investigation as to why he would be in danger in the first place, and, well, if you wanna know where he's going to, you'll have to work with us."

It took Flavio a few quick seconds, but he lowered his sword, complying to her idea.

"Alright, fine." he said. "But on ONE. CONDITION."

Suddenly, like a gust of wind out of nowhere, her tower of hair fell all over her head, followed by the sound of a picture being taken.

"Help us, and fine, we'll buy that Ryan cares about another person for once." Flavio said, putting away his phone. "Backstab us, tell Ryan about this, censor this photo or delete it from my phone without me noticing, and you can bet I can EASILY recover it and post it online for the WORLD to see, 'Newsie'. I ASSURE you, Rouge will be the LEAST of your problems."

She growled like a wild animal, quickly holding up her hair and spraying some sort of hairspray which puffed it back into shape.

"You little animal!!" she spat. "FINE! Deal! I'll comply, and I won't touch your phone or the picture! But ERASE IT once we're done!"

"I'll think about it." Flavio replied. "Now start us off?"

"Central City, like you said, but not to Weever Inc." Agatha said. "We're talkin' archives here. I have a legal key to it, so let'd get moving."


Liverpool, Merseyside County - England, UK
10:00 AM (Wednesday)

The team woke up relatively early in the morning to immediately head towards the main plaza before the Town Hall. The Prince Albert statue before St. George's Hall, most specifically. As Seymour and Maria inspected it, "Aramis" and Chris stood as patrol, watching out for any suspicious individuals.

"How is it going back there, Seymour?" Chris asked, glancing over just a bit.

"Hold it in your hand..." Seymour said, looking at his brother's first cane on his hand. "Hold it in your... hand..."

He looked up at the statue, seeing how the Prince held his right hand in an unusual position, as if holding his palm around something.

"Maria, please give me a boost." he said.

She nodded and knelt, holding her hands in a stepladder sort. He climbed onto her, holding onto the statue itself as support, as Maria lifted him with some effort, not using the enhancer she secretly had on her to try and not draw too much attention. Seymour then placed the cane on the hand of the statue, which caused a small noise to be heard.

"Verily! Something opened at the base of the statue!" Aramis warned.

He came down and moved towards her looking point. A small hatch had lowered, and within it was a rather clean-looking LP cover of the Yellow Submarine movie's soundtrack.

"The Yellow Submarine soundtrack?" Chris asked. "Kind of odd..."

"It is my favorite movie about the Beatles..." Seymour admitted, taking it and inspecting the LP inside the cover. "All of it is scratched except for one track..."

"What was the next part of the riddle?" asked Maria.

"Come back home once the previous item is found/Back to your homeland, where all sorrows are drowned/Within our home's capital, may the lord bless this place/Eternal home to Her Majesty's loving grace..." he recited.

"Her Majesty is obviously the Queen..." Aramis said.

"Buckingham Palace!" Maria guessed. "But, wait... We're in disguise..."

"You will remain so, of course..." Seymour said, in thought. "It will be rather risky... But I can use my credit as CEO to enter there. Her Majesty does seem to favor my contributions to the homeland..."

They all thought it would be risky indeed, but it was the best they had of a lead. However, from a distance, Gringotts was listening to them thanks to an audio enhancing device.

"Urgh, rubbish!" he said, lowering it. "Out of all places, the Palace...!"

"Want us to notify the Don?" one of his goons, behind him, asked.

"Not really much of a choice, is there?"

With that, they took off. The chase was about to reach fully national levels.