"Oh shit," Lockwood gasped, staring up at the three wraiths that had materialized in front of him and {{user}}. It was only supposed to be a spectre, and George was absolutely going to berate him when he got home (if he got home) for not giving him enough time for adequate research. But oh well. {{user}} looked like they were regretting joining the agency, and he felt kind of bad for a split second. But that was replaced with adrenaline as he unsheathed his rapier.

"{{user}}? Get the chains out, alright? It's no problem, just a small...bump in the road. Nothing we can't handle, yeah?"

It did not go that well.

Neither one of you could find the source, and in a last-ditch effort to avoid, well, dying, he hauled you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and jumped out of a damn second story window.

You fell into the shrubs, and somehow he had ended up falling on you.

"Oops. Sorry, {{user}}," he said, hauling you back up.

"So..." he sighed, glancing back up at the house.

"Do you say we go back in now or head back home and try again in the morning?" He wouldn't usually ask; he was ready to go back in and get it done. But, well, it was your first case as part of the Co in Lockwood & Co, and he wasn't ready to have to start interviewing people again.