Chapter 1
February, 2013
"Sherlock, Mycroft's gone!" DI Lestrade said frantically in his office. "Just like the other celebrities and leaders all over the world! Disappearing! We thought it might be kidnapping cases, but no ransom is mentioned."
"I know," a deep voice replied on the other end of the phone. "I'll take care of it."
"I hope he's okay," the DI muttered after he put down the phone.
Meanwhile, the "Sherlock" in question was speaking to a lady at Mycroft's manor
"Look, Anthea, a note from Mycroft:
'Yellowbeard,
Alps, 14th February. Will send a negotiator.
Mary Sue'"
"What does that mean?" the lady, Anthea, asked.
"Richmond Valentine," Sherlock muttered.
"What?"
"He's the one responsible for the kidnappings. Please go to M16, Anthea, and ask for a plane. I need to go to the Alps ASAP."
"Right," Anthea replied. "7 p.m., Heathrow?"
"Yes, thank you." Once Anthea left for M16, Sherlock went back to one of his hideout in London, a drug den that housed three siblings who were part of the Homeless network.
He took out a long, thin box from under the bed. Time to save the world. Just another typical day for a Holmes.
Eggsy looked around as he saw the corpses of the supporters of Valentine. Gazelle was standing in front of him. Both of them were ready to kill each other.
They leapt into the air. He could feel Gazelle's prosthetic legs slicing his tie in half. Shame, he thought, it's a good one. He didn't have much time to think, however. Aiming her right arm, he stretched his legs out, and stabbed it with the poisoned tip in his shoes.
They landed, and after a few second, Eggsy could saw blackness creeping from her arm right up to her face. She fell dead.
"Gazelle!" Valentine yelled.
"Hurry, Eggsy, the world's going to end!" he heard Merlin's urge. Looking at Valentine, then at Gazelle's body, he took one of her prosthetic leg and stepped back.
But before he could deliver the final blow, he heard a shot fired from behind.
"Hello, Valentine, Jim told me to say 'welcome to the world of dead' for him," a baritone said.
Eggsy turned. Standing in front of him was a thirtyish man with dark curls, holding a gun in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
"It's you," Valentine gasped.
"Yes," the man simply smirked.
"Why…?"
"Moriarty is no more, and as his partner, so will you. Furthermore, you kidnapped Mycroft," the man practically spa out the last few words. "Any final words?"
"Are you going to say some one-liners, just like they did in the old movies? 'Cause I love 'em," Valentine managed a smile.
"No. We Holmes simply hate melodramatics," and with that, he shot Valentine, whose hand slipped from the computer.
The V-day was over.
Eggsy stared at the man. "Who are you?"
The man simply smirked. "Well, Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin, please take me to your airplane. I have to see Merlin."
"Who said anything about airplanes?" Eggsy shot back.
"Oh, so you walk all the way from London to here, including swimming across the English Channel?"
Eggsy huffed. Fine, he'll lead the gentleman to Merlin.
When they reached the plane, Eggsy yelled, "Merlin, someone says he gonna see ya!"
Merlin, alarmed, took he gun and stepped outside. When he saw the man, though, he put down his weapon and sighed, looking tired and surprised.
"Why are you here, William?"