Summery: The Game is afoot and Holmes along with his faithful confederates are out to apprehend the mastermind behind a series of thefts. However the investigation soon takes on a sinister turn from which no one will escape unscathed. is Holmes' informant and friend hiding something? Or is she just as frightened as the rest of them?
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Prologue
Noorwood Enterprises, Piccadilly, New London, UK
ACCESS GRANTED flashed the electronic lock on the retinal scan. The thief smiled and placed the cloned eye back in its refrigerated case before confidently stepping into the lab.
The lab was well lit, with banks of computer terminals and monitors lining three of the two walls. Mounted to the fourth wall was a display of highly protected niches containing several interesting weapons.
'Toys...,' thought the dark haired thief with a smile, 'such a pity I don't have time for all of them.'
Walking to a niche set into the wall at chest level, the innocent looking compact disk contained within sat on a small pedestal surrounded by lasers.
'Lasers… never had to deal with those before,' he grinned as he used a small handheld device to hack into the niche's self contained security terminal. Within seconds the lasers dissipated and the thief delved into the pocket of his lab coat to pull out a CD case. Flipping the case open he switched the identical looking disk with the case with the disk on the pedestal before resetting the lasers.
He then walked out the door and into the washroom. Five minutes later a fifty-year old green-eyed blonde man stepped out and walked towards the elevator.
"Hey Dr Bowers," a security guard waved as the thief walked passed.
"Evening Frank," he responded with a grin as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. Moments later he stepped out of the elevator, crossed the lobby and exited onto the street.
Half an hour later the real Doctor Bowers punched in the code to deactivate the lasers. Taking the disk he inserted it into a computer and sat down at the terminal as the program loaded.
"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in"
Bowers stared at the computer as the song continued…
"And stops my mind from wandering
Where
will it go"
Surging to his feet he ran to the wall and jammed his thumb onto
the alarm buzzer. "Security we have a theft! Someone has stolen the
Medusa Project!"
"I'm filling the cracks
that ran through the door
And kept my mind from
wandering
Where will it go"
'We are in so much trouble' thought Bowers
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Where
I belong I'm right
Where I belong.
Footnote:
(1) Song: Fixing a Hole Writer, lead vocal: Paul McCartney
