𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻. 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘂𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆

"NOTHING WE CAN'T HANDLE TOGETHER." Lockwood stated with confidence. the door opened, revealing George in his awkward, bad posture stance.
"I'll go back to bed then, shall I?" the boy joked, joining the conversation as he walked up to the table.

"I meant all of us." Lockwood replied, setting his mug down as George went to serve himself a glass.
"there is no time for that." Lockwood stopped him.
"you can grab one en route to the archives."

"I thought we were going to the cemetery?" George asked the boy in certain confusion.

"we are." Lockwood signaled to Agnes and Lucy. Agnes stood up, walking towards Lockwood.
Lucy remained in her seat, it was the perfect opportunity.
"hm, actually, I think I'm gonna go with George. I mean it's best to split in half right?" the brunette in a blue sweater smiled awkwardly. Agnes furrowed her brows in confusion, sensing something behind Lucy's motives.

"okay!" Lockwood seemed a bit too thrilled about Lucy's option, happy to spend sometime with Agnes where it wasn't in the middle of the night.
"then you and George go to the cemetery and find out everything you can about the mirror and Bickerstaff. today is make or break." Lockwood pointed down.

"only 'cause you turned this job into a pissing contest!" George commented in a sassy tone.
"not still in a mood about that, are you?" Lockwood questioned.
"did you forget what we went through to save this place? if I to tell my parents I've lost another job because you and Kipps—" George justified, although he was cut by Lockwood.

"we won't lose." it was tremendously obvious that he was also pressured, he couldn't lose another thing he truly loved- his company.
"won't we?" George asked in a shaky voice, scared to be forced into resignation and to become a disgrace of his family, not that he already wasn't considered.
"how do you know are you psychic now? you're telling me I don't have time to drink a coffee let alone assess the crime scene." the boy in glasses complained.
Lucy finally snapped at him "okay. enough!"

"how about this: we all go to the cemetery, suss out the scene and you and George go to the archives, work your magic and whatever. and Lockwood, give him at least two quid for a coffee, for fuck's sake." Agnes ordered as the boy in a tie nodded at her command.

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the four arrived the cemetery but got beaten by the DEPRAC truck, which contained Kipps crew.
"shit, there goes our edge." Lockwood said, continuing to walk forward as his team followed him in the same pace.
"afternoon, Tony!" Kipps smiled maliciously.

"piss off, Kipps. we're busy!" Lockwood retorted not returning the energy.
"Kat and I were just wondering, when you lose this case and your little mates have to crawl under their rocks—" Lockwood and his team didn't move as they passed through the duo of Fittes agents, almost knocking them down their feet.