I'm sorry for the long reply it took to write this chapter but I had other stories to update and finish. It's thanks to Evony that I was able to post this chapter. Thank you.

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Ian remembered a time his father and him were driving in a Subaru. His father told him it was an unbelievable car and he couldn't handle the horsepower it had. Ian imagined that horsepower while his Russian getaway driver was driving like a delirious teenager.

"Hold on" Emile demanded as he forced the car round a dangerously sharp turn. He glared at the road in front of him focusing on keeping the car and passengers inside all alive and in one piece. A much harder job than he was letting on.

Things looked in the clear until Haru noticed more prison guards driving from behind. Haru didn't know how they could escape these prison guards tailing them. They were about to ram from the back, Haru's seating place.

Haru was the one in peril and moved forward in his seat. When he moved forward he noticed a can of paint under his seat. Haru may be crazy but a can of paint could be good item to throw at their pursuers.

Without hesitation or contemplation in whether his idea would work, he picked it up and sent it flying towards the chasers. To his disbelief, it actually worked going through the front window and making the car swerve off the road.

Haru flinched as someone patted his shoulder and for a moment he thought someone was trying to get him while he was off guard. However, it was really just the head Butler Emile complimenting him.

"Bravo Haru. With that thinking of yours nothing will be in the way of your master and this mission." Emile said with a scary smile and squinted eyes.

The airport was less crowded to their counter than going from Ian's town here. It took some convincing and mentioning his name of high regard , for Ian to get two extra passengers on the plane.

Ian and Emile sat in high class with a bunch of other spoiled boys of sixteen to eighteen doodling on paper, playing on their 3DS's, or impressing girls with the room. There were also older men, trying to impress girls that's old enough to be their daughters.

Haru, Helena, and the driver named Mac were sitting in the lower class. Mac was kicked in the back of his seat by a super hyper girl, Helena was lucky to have a window sitting next to Haru; The boy himself, could smell the girl's perfume all the way from the first class.

Ian was playing a game also only a spoiled kid like him would want to play, a chess game. His butler Emile was his opponent, and like every game Ian had a cup of tea while his butler took the white side before another game where he would play black.

"I figured it out," Ian said. He wasn't referring to the game.

"You figured out the location of the one who managed to get away?" Emile asked Ian with more concern on the game. He relished his master getting closer to finishing his desire.

"Yes. After we hand Helena over to Barlic and give Mac a ticket back, we shall grab Haru and go there." Ian moved his knight after sacrificing his queen. "Checkmate."

In the game a King couldn't make the bold choices a queen could. It didn't matter since both of them were discarded.

Ian walked out of the airplane feeling like a king after defeating his butler three times in a row. He had a thirty minute head start on his whiny butler, driver he was contributed with in a crime and prisoner who ate better on that airplane than her whole time in prison.

Ian saw Bart. He also saw the young jubilant girl, who was his fiancée.

His fiancée had blond hair that was picked up from her mother. She was wearing a white dress with frilly looking pink ribbons around it. She had headphones on with a Zune to listen to music with. Her eyes shimmered from the greenness of her eyes. Ian never believed in cartoons until he saw the speed she moved towards him as she hugged him.

"Ian!" She said extremely happy.

Ian was glad his other servant was stuck behind. Ian took the tight hugging and warm cheeks on his chest better knowing only Emile and his soon to be brother-in-law with his servant watching him. Bart looked at Emile as he preferred talking to him.

"Don't try to fool me, the rescue of Helena was thanks to you wasn't it?"

"You can ask me, but wouldn't you feel filthy talking to a butler? My master can explain that part to you." Emile said.

"Emile has never faced a human stronger than him. Taking them down was easy for him." Ian said.

"Who cares about the mission? Let's go to the park." Barlic's sister said.

"Yes Ian, why don't you go to the park and let the big boys talk?" Barlic asked coyly.

Ian was raised by a impoverish home, so he knew not to reply in a way that was perfect.

"Work to rule Barlic. Who you think can be yours is the one you have to watch your back with."

Helena came with a bald man in shades trying to hide a black eye of his.

Ian had no idea how a man he had no information about, would have a black eye or what he did that ticked Helena off. Helena walked towards Bartlic as she shook his hand.

"I apologize for how I look. You can blame the man who didn't pamper me up before I got here." Helena said.

"This is like a game of rock-paper-scissors," Barlic laughed. "I'm rock, so I beat Ian's scissors and you beat me with your paper. I'm just happy you are here to follow me to my home."

"I'm actually going to stay with Ian Phantomhive and his butler Emile, even if it means I'll just be a servant."

"Your loss," Barlic's butler said. He didn't even move his teeth when he said it, his gums just opened and words came out.

Barlic, his butler, and soon Bart's sister Dot would leave the airplane station. Ian however made an extrinsic sound that baffled Barlic so much he looked at Ian. In Ian's hand was the folder Barlic talked about, and before he could reiterate what the contents were Ian turned on a lighter. The lighter held under the folder burned it.

"I am a man of my word; went to Russia, got your precious gem back to you, and now I burned the folder."