"That won't be a problem,' Edward pointed as the drew up closer to the docks, the last few cultists were trying to escape, some police pursued them while others stayed behind to hail the approaching speedboat. Recognising Edward from the news coverage about the floating museum, a police officer greeted him.
"That you Edward? Your ship is lit up like a Christmas tree out there, we would have sent out a patrol the moment we heard gunfire but this whole damn city is going to hell at the moment." Edward looked back at the others, so this was widespread strike on London.
"Let me guess officer, crazies with guns and axes decapitating everything that moves?" The officer looked surprised.
"Yes, attacks all over the city, how did you know?"
"The exact thing just happened on my boat, with added pyrotechnics as you can see," Edward climbed out of the boat onto the docks, "this lot are survivors, very important survivors if you know what I mean, we don't really want to be detained in the middle of all this eh?" Edward gestured for the others to climb up onto the docks as well.