Hey oh! This is my first crossover, and I'm eager to see what you guys think.
Disclaimer: I do not own James Bond or Sherlock.
They stood in a line, all six of them. They had their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They were about to be shot.
The government agent stood stock-still, his eyes riveted on the gun in front of him. He had starred down the barrels of guns before, but he had always had a plan of what to do next. Now, there wasn't a plan. This was the end.
The inventor was standing next to the agent. His eyes kept darting around the room, and kept falling on the woman standing next to him. Unlike the agent, his mind was going at one hundred miles an hour. He was trying to figure out a way, anyway, that they could be saved. His fingers were twitching. It was a nervous habit of his.
The woman felt sick to her stomach. Here she was, starring down the barrel of a gun, and she wasn't even twenty-five. This wasn't right. There was still so much she wanted to do, there was still so much that she had to tell him. She found a certain irony in the way she was about to die.
The doctor was standing up very straight with a determined look in his eye. If he was going to die, he was going to do it like a man. His only regret was that he hadn't found anyone to share his life with, and the detective didn't count.
The detective's facial expression was blank. He surreptitiously looked toward the rafters, searching for something to use as a distraction. He didn't see anything. He sighed. Dying by a gunshot wasn't the most glamorous way to go. Or the cleanest. Or the most painless, depending where they aimed. Probably the heart, then it would be only take them 2.3 seconds to die. Of course, being shot in the stomach would be much more painful, and therefore, slower. Yes, they were going to be shot in the stomach. He tensed himself for impact.
The morgue technician, who was at the other end of the line, was positively terrified. She wasn't supposed to be here! She didn't even know half of these people! Whatever was going on, it didn't involve her. She sniffed. She didn't understand. She just wanted to go home.
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