CHAPTER 1. JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE
How Doctor Watson got himself into this type of trouble is beyond him, the day had started out perfectly normal. Well normal by his standards, which would be far from normal by anyone else's standards. In all fairness he did live with the worlds only consulting detective. And said man was a genius mad man with a proclivity to dissecting body parts on the kitchen table. Therefore naturally it was just reasonable to keep these parts in the refrigerator sometimes next to the carrots and milk. Oh, and let's not forget the chemistry set equipped with deadly chemicals; Really John what's the point in having one without the other. So says the flat mate.
So why should John be surprised by the sudden turn of events of this day? He should by now after five mad years, well three in which he thought his flat mate was dead, still five years of living with Sherlock Holmes he should expect these things.
"Stupid John."
"What's that mate?" the man in the checkered shirt to John's side frowned.
"Oh, nothing just talking to myself. Don't mind me."
"Right, I'm really sorry about all this Captain, didn't have an idea this would go down."
"Oh, it's alright. It's not like I had planned on working today." Which was the exact opposite but he wouldn't let this lot know. Instead he needed to figure how the hell he was going to get out of this, without drawing attention.
"So what did you say you were in town for?" John winced as the black van he was currently in the back of, made a sharp turn shoving him and two other men. into the hard side as well as each other.
"Business. Thought I'd look you up. I heard you were a locum Doctor. Had to see it for myself. This must be an exciting change in pace, right Captain. Get your adrenaline going." The dark haired man in a pair of beige khakis and a buttoned up checkered shirt elbowed him. John gave a tight smile.
"Oh, you have no idea."
"Are you sure we should be bringin him along, looks like a fuckin square to me." One of the younger men glared suspiciously at John, oh the stupidity of youth. John looked the kid in the black hoodie up and down, the chain to his dog tags visible before disappearing behind the dark material. In a hoodie the kid looked just that, so impossibly young. How old could he be twenty five, twenty six. John only mouthed the word square to himself, really, this kid was an idiot.
"Shut it Morgan! This is one of the best men I know, highly capable under fire, wouldn't want any other man watching my back in the middle of a gun fight. That and he's a doctor on top of being a crack shot, makes him more valuable then the likes of you."
"Look, you boys obviously have something going on, feel free to drop me off at the next corner." John tried to not sound desperate instead he came off irritable.
"Can't sir." The Driver slammed on the breaks and then slammed the van into reverse, more squealing tires and gun shots.
"Keep left you idiot!" Morgan shouted. "Fuckin Americans, drive on the left side of the road you're going to fuckin kill us in this traffic!"
John didn't dare turn around he didn't care to see the end coming.
"Fuck off Morganna you cry baby. I'm throwing them off! But if you want to take the wheel go for it, asshat." The American in the front seat snarled jerking the wheel left then right, pushing the occupants in the back from side to side in a jumble of arms an legs. John managed to straighten up moving to the corner of the van, now slowing to a decent speed.
"Did he just say asshat?" John shook his head, well this wasn't going to be good.
"Don't mind him. We hired him out of Afghanistan, he's got a funny way of saying things but he's useful as the wheelman. He goes by Tanner he was army. That's Morgan ex royal navy, and the quiet lad there with the glasses is Foreman he's our communications officer. Or rather he was." John frowned seeing the younger kid lying motionless and still. He'd been shot before John was forced into the van, the doctor had only moved to close the boys eyes, nothing you can do for a bullet to the head.
"We're gonna have to to ditch the van." The wheelman stated swerving around another slow moving car.
"Fine, you know the contingency plan. I can't believe you boys fucked this up." Franks sighed irritably.
"Hey! It wasn't me, look at your boys there. Morgan thought you were being followed-" John wished the American would keep his eyes on the road instead of turning around to reassign blame.
"Which I was right!" the navy man snapped then looking darkly from Doctor Watson to the boss. "You were being followed by British Agents. Sparky there pulled the files from face recognition. They work for our hostage. Directly. He only jumped out of the van because he said something about you being too close to danger. I tried to ask what the hell he was talking about, that's when they started shooting. I pulled him into the van we rounded the corner and picked up you lot. I did advise we should just get the hell out while we had the target secure."
"We are sitting on him until the Bishop gives us our orders."
"I don't like it. We usually drop merchandise and go. This ones a big fish and we aren't used to running against these types of sharks." The younger man looked out the back window nervously.
"What's going on? I thought you were into security." John needed more data, yes he sounded like Sherlock but in these types of situations it was useful to think like the human computer. Well as much as he, John a mere mortal could.
"Well sort of." His old army friend a Captain Louis Franks smiled sheepishly.
"Alright boss we're here let's get into the other vehicle." The American was hopping down.
"What about Foreman?" The navy kid paused to John's surprise his old friend didn't look back.
"Leave him. Dumb kid. We don't have time bury him or ditch the body. Grab his tags and wallet anything of identifying. I'm burning the van." Morgan did as he was told without hesitation but John could see he wasn't happy with it.