There was a big fuss as a bang exploded around London. People screamed and ran; others ran towards the bang to see what it was. And Hallie Jackson laughed evilly at the sight of so much fuss. She had been the cause of this explosion; she'd exploded Buckingham Palace. And nobody knew it was her, because she was quite far away from it.
She nodded to a man standing a little way from her. His name was Jack Hunter and he was once of her henchmen. He nodded and walked away. A few minutes later, another bang was heard. Except more like a shot this time, but everyone still heard it. Suddenly everyone was running away. Hallie grinned and then put on her well-practiced scared face and she ran along with the people. However, once out of sight, she walked calmly to her car where Jack and her other henchmen, George and Max, were waiting. All three got into the car and drove off.
Meanwhile, Jim Moriarty was staring at Buckingham Palace. He'd gone to see what the bang was. He was amazed that someone could possibly manage to blow it up. He wished he'd thought of doing that. Then again, he could do better, couldn't he? He decided to go back to his operation base to find out which criminal mastermind had come up with this sort of plan.
Sherlock Holmes had already returned home from investigating Buckingham Palace. He was bewildered. There was no sign that anyone had done anything because the damage was too bad. The queen was dead, and all of her children though alive were shell-shocked. Honestly nobody could blame them, but still.
"Sherlock!" John burst in. "You know that Buckingham Palace case? The police have given us some help. A professional detective and her assistant, actually."
"Her?" Sherlock said a bit skeptically.
"Yes, her." Came a cool, casual voice. Two women stepped in. One had red flaming hair and looked more like the detective than the assistant, according to Sherlock's point of view. The other had mousy brown hair and looked a bit less confident than the redhead.
"Sherlock, this is Detective Penelope Bright and her assistant Kate." John introduced.
Penelope and Kate nodded at Sherlock. Then Penelope spoke. "So when are we going to get started investigating?" she asked Sherlock.
"As soon as possible." He replied evenly.
"Now?" Kate and John suggested simultaneously.
"Good idea." Penelope agreed.
Sherlock and John both grabbed their coats and set off.
"Ah, there must be something!" Moriarty said, furiously slamming his fist down on the table. There were no records that specified WHO had blown up Buckingham Palace. Frustratingly so.
However, one of his agents brought in a woman who had agents with her herself. She had an evil, wicked grin and her arms were crossed.
"So you've been researching for me, Moriarty? We meet at last." She said, her voice cool.
"You blew up Buckingham Palace?" Moriarty spluttered. "A woman?"
"Yes. Problem?" the woman said. "I'm Hallie, by the way. Hallie Jackson." She said. Then she turned to leave. Her agents were already at the door. "I'm sure we'll meet again, Jim Moriarty." She added, and left.