Professor Layton and the Angel's Prophecy

The Final Puzzle: Eye of Terror

They didn't have to wait long for Costillos to make his splash. A squat little officer burst into Chelmey's office, coffee spilling from his mug as the Inspector leaped to action. Less a leap, and more a disgruntled stand, one arm holding his aching back.

"What is it, officer?!" Chelmey barked, eyes bulging as hot flecks of coffee stained his trousers.

"S-sir..." the officer panted. "Check the news! Now!"

Fumbling through his desk drawer, Chelmey found the remote for his television, turning it on and flicking to the news channel. What immediately greeted their eyes was the sight of the London Eye, a reporter standing a safe distance from it, gesturing at a line of police who were sectioning off the area and evacuating civilians. An airship hovered over the great wheel, making for an impressive sight.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Chelmey erupted. "Why wasn't I informed?!"

The officer visibly paled.

"We're telling you now... sir. Chief Inspector Grosky has everything under control."

Chelmey had sensed something was amiss when he arrived at the station after being discharged from the hospital, to find it bustling with activity, but he had made straight for his office ignoring Chief Inspector Grosky in all his glory, sending all his little bees about while Chelmey was trapped in his little office that was more a glorified cubicle.

Chlemey squinted his eyes.

"Under control?" he gestured to the befuddled, chaotic officers sprinting about the place. "Is that what you call this?"

"Sorry, sir, it's just... look at the television!"

Sighing, Chelmey once more fixed his gaze on the screen and then turned up the volume.

"... the hostages appear to be unharmed, however, as the Eye is locked from turning, they are unable to leave. Officers on the scene-"

Chelmey turned off the television and grunted.

"Officers on the scene are doing nothing! Lollygagging about while the culprit gets away. You should be out there, sorting this mess out. Grosky should be out there."

The officer swallowed and then cleared his throat. Chelmey raised an eyebrow.

"Well spit it out, officer!"

"Sorry sir, but... why... I mean, what about you?"

"I'd love to, sonny, but my back is killing me. Leave it to you young fellows. I'm sure the agile Grosky there's got this."

"Really sir?"

Chelmey's lips fell into a frown and he sighed. Resting a hand on the officer's shoulder, he shook his head. Then he erupted.

"Of course I'm going you nincompoop! Back aches or not, I've still got a tougher spine than you sorry lot! Here, out of my way! I'm heading there to help the Professor."

"Sir..." the officer stammered, face cherry pink. "H-how do you know the Professor is there?"

Chelmey fixed him with a blank stare.

"Tell me in what world Professor Layton isn't at the scene of a national incident, foiling some madman's plot."

The officer shivered and then nodded. The Inspector raised a good point.

Pushing past the silent man, Chelmey sifted through the chaos and out through the doors, making for his car. He would need some backup, and luckily, he knew where the Sergeant he called friend would be at this hour. He just hoped Barton wouldn't be too full on doughnuts.