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   Lestrade paced the length of the long conference room, brow furrowed with worry. There were ten minutes left until the members of the FBI assigned to the case arrived, and Sherlock and John had not shown up yet. While he could start the meeting without them-they weren't a part of the police, after all-he knew they would need their help, and it was more beneficial to have everyone present for the briefing. Lestrade whipped out his cell phone and texted Sherlock.

   Meeting in ten. Be here.
   -Lestrade

   Turning towards the door to begin his journey to the front door floors below, DI Lestrade bumped right into a very tall man. "You texted me, I did what you asked, and you smash right into me on sight. Is this usually how you repay people for doing your bidding?" The tall man, Sherlock, said with scorn. "Where have you been? The meeting's in-," Lestrade paused to glance at his watch, having ignored Sherlock's comment entirely,"Eight minutes! Actually, nevermind, you're always pushing the time limit anyway. Just have a seat, I'll bring them in." "Better run, they'll arrive in four."
   The door swung open just as Lestrade appeared at the front entrance. "Good morning, gentlemen, please follow me to the conference room. Everybody's awaiting your arrival." Lestrade greeted, trying his best not to look disheaveled. The men dressed in formal attire folllowed the Detective Inspector to the conference room on the fourth floor, where they found coffee mugs on the near side of the table and tea cups on the far side. One of the men, a man of medium height but strong build, headed to the front of the long table to begin speaking. "Thank you for graciously accepting our rather sudden request, ladies and gentlemen. We are here today because we have reason to believe that Sam and Dean Winchester are traveling to London sometime in the next few days. They have brutally murdered people across the U.S., but unfortunately their M.O. has not been identified as of yet. However, we do know their motivation; their occultist beliefs. Supernatural creatures and events are prevalent themes in their exploits, and have been the basis of their rituals. The brothers are recognizable by their 1967 Black Chevrolet Impala and Sam's great height."
   "What makes you think they're coming here? They've always stayed in America before, right?" A kid in the back called. "We do not know the reason as of yet, but we do have sound reason to believe they are. Yesterday Ms. Shelby Carson, a recent widow whose husband died in a mining accident, showed up at the police station of Lexington, Kentucky. She was worried that she had given the local police false information pertaining to her case; she told some officers that her Great Uncle had been buried in the Fayette County Cemetary, but he had never been buried. After informing a pair of officers who had come to her house where he had been buried, she became unsure of wether he had been buried there or in the Lexington City Cemetary, so she called her brother to double check. He informed her that he had actually been cremated, but no one knows where the ashes are.
   According to Ms. Carson, the names the officers gave were Bryan O'Connell and Edward Cooke, known aliases of Sam and Dean Winchester. Further investigation uncovered that they were following the investigation of the mining accident, which local police concluded to be the handiwork of the poor working conditions which are so prevalent in mines. However, the brothers not believe that; they have been following the investigation closely.
   A 1967 Chevrolet Impala was found two towns over in a parking garage. The inside and false trunk were completely empty, but the inside of the trunk lid was decorated with a rather unique symbol. In addition, plane tickets were bought for every flight into London from the Blue Grass Airport from the fifth to the twenty-fifth of June under half a dozen known aliases." The man finished.
   Then he passed around pictures of Sam and Dean, a list of known aliases, the plane schedule, and copies of their profile. "We need to figure out which plane they're really on, and intercept them when they land. Local police are doing the same thing back in Lexington. A back up plan is entirely necessary as they have escaped our capture several times already." He finished. "Thank you, Mr. MacAvoy, you may take your seat now," Lestrade took over,"The main desk is in the main entranceway, and there are copiers at the end of each main hallway of every floor. All those working on this case are on the third floor, and this conference room will be used for meetings. Everyone received their assignments yesterday, so you should all get work straight away; we only have two days until June fifth. If there are any questions, please notify Mr. MacAvoy or myself."

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   Lestrade paced the length of the long conference room, brow furrowed with worry. There were ten minutes left until the members of the FBI assigned to the case arrived, and Sherlock and John had not shown up yet. While he could start the meeting without them-they weren't a part of the police, after all-he knew they would need their help, and it was more beneficial to have everyone present for the briefing. Lestrade whipped out his cell phone and texted Sherlock.

   Meeting in ten. Be here.
   -Lestrade

   Turning towards the door to begin his journey to the front door floors below, DI Lestrade bumped right into a very tall man. "You texted me, I did what you asked, and you smash right into me on sight. Is this usually how you repay people for doing your bidding?" The tall man, Sherlock, said with scorn. "Where have you been? The meeting's in-," Lestrade paused to glance at his watch, having ignored Sherlock's comment entirely,"Eight minutes! Actually, nevermind, you're always pushing the time limit anyway. Just have a seat, I'll bring them in." "Better run, they'll arrive in four."
   The door swung open just as Lestrade appeared at the front entrance. "Good morning, gentlemen, please follow me to the conference room. Everybody's awaiting your arrival." Lestrade greeted, trying his best not to look disheaveled. The men dressed in formal attire folllowed the Detective Inspector to the conference room on the fourth floor, where they found coffee mugs on the near side of the table and tea cups on the far side. One of the men, a man of medium height but strong build, headed to the front of the long table to begin speaking. "Thank you for graciously accepting our rather sudden request, ladies and gentlemen. We are here today because we have reason to believe that Sam and Dean Winchester are traveling to London sometime in the next few days. They have brutally murdered people across the U.S., but unfortunately their M.O. has not been identified as of yet. However, we do know their motivation; their occultist beliefs. Supernatural creatures and events are prevalent themes in their exploits, and have been the basis of their rituals. The brothers are recognizable by their 1967 Black Chevrolet Impala and Sam's great height."
   "What makes you think they're coming here? They've always stayed in America before, right?" A kid in the back called. "We do not know the reason as of yet, but we do have sound reason to believe they are. Yesterday Ms. Shelby Carson, a recent widow whose husband died in a mining accident, showed up at the police station of Lexington, Kentucky. She was worried that she had given the local police false information pertaining to her case; she told some officers that her Great Uncle had been buried in the Fayette County Cemetary, but he had never been buried. After informing a pair of officers who had come to her house where he had been buried, she became unsure of wether he had been buried there or in the Lexington City Cemetary, so she called her brother to double check. He informed her that he had actually been cremated, but no one knows where the ashes are.
   According to Ms. Carson, the names the officers gave were Bryan O'Connell and Edward Cooke, known aliases of Sam and Dean Winchester. Further investigation uncovered that they were following the investigation of the mining accident, which local police concluded to be the handiwork of the poor working conditions which are so prevalent in mines. However, the brothers not believe that; they have been following the investigation closely.
   A 1967 Chevrolet Impala was found two towns over in a parking garage. The inside and false trunk were completely empty, but the inside of the trunk lid was decorated with a rather unique symbol. In addition, plane tickets were bought for every flight into London from the Blue Grass Airport from the fifth to the twenty-fifth of June under half a dozen known aliases." The man finished.
   Then he passed around pictures of Sam and Dean, a list of known aliases, the plane schedule, and copies of their profile. "We need to figure out which plane they're really on, and intercept them when they land. Local police are doing the same thing back in Lexington. A back up plan is entirely necessary as they have escaped our capture several times already." He finished. "Thank you, Mr. MacAvoy, you may take your seat now," Lestrade took over,"The main desk is in the main entranceway, and there are copiers at the end of each main hallway of every floor. All those working on this case are on the third floor, and this conference room will be used for meetings. Everyone received their assignments yesterday, so you should all get work straight away; we only have two days until June fifth. If there are any questions, please notify Mr. MacAvoy or myself."