This is the sequel to 'Sherlock and Evie', i was going to take a break from writing but in the end the break was more stressful than writing, so I'm back :) I hope you enjoy :)
The blood was pumping through Evie Millers veins as she stormed down the back alley overshadowed by flat blocks. She could feel the gun in her pocket, her weapon, more like trademark now, that was her job. She had lost everything because of it and one day, that would change.
She darted round the corner and onto the adjoining street; she was going after a serial killer. He had been working for the organisation they had been after for months. This was the moment it ended, for him. As they rounded another corner the killer made the fatal mistake, overestimating his limits. The man jumped for the opposite rooftop but in the adrenaline rush made him too keen, too confident, and that was all it took. The man's footing slipped down the wall and was cornered. That spit second Evie pulled her gun on him.
"You've known this was coming since you were arrested in Hong Kong" stated Evie,
"Hmm, yes I've known, but you don't" chuckled the man with a foul grin. "This will spark your end; you're the top of your game, unstoppable they say. But not for long…we're coming for you"
"Who is?"
"My employers, they want revenge for what you've done, who's died because of you"
"And thousands of people died because of them!" shouted Evie.
"No matter, they are coming for you, well not you…but your most treasured object" hinted the man. Evie began to rack her brain, she didn't understand, she didn't have anything precious. For the past 4 years of her life she had jumped around the world.
"What are you talking about?! My 'treasured object?'" Shouted Evie, the man grimaced, laughing. Evie pointed the gun at him and said, "Tell me! What are you going after?!" the man turned and said, "Three words, I am going to die at your hands, of course, but you will suffer a thousand deaths at ours"
Evie lowered the gun closer and hissed, "tell me"
The man turned and grabbed the gun, but he didn't remove it from her hands. He wrapped his finger around hers and over the trigger, applying slight pressure.
"London, Detective, Daughter" stated the man. The muscle in his right arm tensed, the shotgun sounded and the man's bodies crippled to the floor. Evie turned away from the body. They were going after him, and their daughter. She was going to have to go back. After 2 long, grueling years, she would return to Baker Street.
Sherlock will be along very shortly, please r&r :)