'I'm not sure yet. We'll probably have to lock him up somewhere until we know what to do with him.' Alistair replied as he watched Moriarty carefully. Something was nagging him again. One of the questions nagging at him was; who was the man that Ryan met? But there was something else besides that.<br/>'I know a good place. He will never be able to escape.' Lulu spoke as her silver sword shrank back down into the shape of a normal comb, 'It will be a strange journey but there is no way he could break out of what I have got in store for him.' Lulu said with a determined smile.<br/>It was at this moment that Moriarty began to chuckle under his breath.<br/>'What's so funny?' Lulu asked. Her pretty pale blue eyes narrowed in a scowl on the chuckling little villain.<br/>'Twelve o'clock. Did you think I wouldn't deliver? Just because I planned on sending you on a wild goose chase doesn't mean I didn't have something planned for twelve o'clock.' Moriarty laughed. He didn't care that his arms were being restrained by a walking inferno, he was still in control and it was funny as hell.<br/>'He's not bluffing.' Alistair warned. He could sense of the boys amusement, this villain still had a few tricks left.<br/>'Then what have you got planned? Spill or you go up in flames!' Ryan barked at him, which only seemed to amuse Moriarty more.<br/>'A bomb my delightful idiots.' He answered with a loud cackle, 'Set to go off at twelve if you don't solve the clues I've left. I didn't think it was likely that you would come here, but I thought; why the hell not? I'll still set up some clues.' He threw back his head and let out a shrill evil laugh.<br/>'Clocks ticking boys and girls. You have less than an hour.' He spoke, his face growing red from laughing too hard, 'Or boom!'<br/>'No my dear boy. I'm afraid that's not going to happen.' A voice as cold as ice spoke. Moriaty's laughter was immediately silenced as a look of terror washed over his face. His green eyes stared at the far corner of the roof top.<br/>'U-uncle?' He asked with a tremble in his voice. All pairs of eyes turned to the corner in which Moriarty gazed at.<br/>Balanced neatly on the corner of the building was a young thin man dressed in a smart black suit with a matching cloak. He wore pristine white suit trousers and fine black leather shoes. His face was lean and thin with skin so pale Alistair was sure he could see the veins pumping under his skin. His hair was dark and greasy but neatly styled complimenting the dark features of his face. He had the appearance of someone who had just come from a dinner party for wealthy vampires.<br/>'Would you mind unhanding the boy my butterfly?' The man asked Casey politely, 'I can assure you that while I am here he shall mean you no harm.'