Eric took the jar and sniffed ever so slightly the stench of death didn't bother him as much as it use to, being part of the Met had that effect on most of its detectives. Not much phased you when you were hauling four month old corpses out of the Thames or his personal favorite had been when he had to collect a women of the nights corpse from the back room of an opium den where it had been rotting for atleast a month and in reality they had to cart the remains out in buckets because most of her had melted into the bed. They had taken the bed as welll. And promplty burned it.

 Eric assessed the Jar "Okay makes sense I open this up and he comes running we ambush the bastard and we put as much firepower as we have into his head." Sir Easton hefted the jar with a morbid grin "this should be interesting indeed"