"It's only that these mediocre cases here in the country have been boring me, that's all." he said dismissively, "And that's Inspector Slater to you." he said, feigning being cross. His mind, however, was working the case. Highly skilled inventors would sometimes be kidnapped by organizations wanting a new product, or terrorists wanting weapons. But kidnapping amateurs? That was more trouble that it was worth. They would usually only produce baubles, while interesting, held no practical value, and many a mishap and explosion followed in their wake.
"Hey don't scare her too much, she's already shy about speaking as it is and we'll need information from her later!" he yelled after her as she teleported away. Now, with a moment alone, Demetri reached for his sandwich.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled, dropping the sandwich on the ground. A large hissing cockroach stood defiantly on the sandwich, claiming the tasty morsel for it's own evil plans. He sighed loudly, grabbing his coat and hat and exiting the office.
"Larséne, we're heading out." he said. To the sandwich shop. And then to the train station. Tonight he'd be sleeping in London.