Note: Short chapter is short. Other chapters will not be so short. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sherlock characters, except Lara. Lara Adler is a character of my creation and this work is copyrighted. Use of this work is permitted only with written consent of the author. 2013.
Gosh I'm so blunt. Sorry.
Thud, thud, thud. Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud!
"What?" Sherlock asked sharply while opening the door, facing a young girl of about sixteen. She was maybe five foot three, with misty green eyes, and short reddish brown hair.
"Get down! Hide! Move," she said with an American accent as she briskly moved inside, shut the door and slid the bolt in place. John and Sherlock both simply looked at her.
"What are you doing in our flat?" John asked, "And why the hell do you have a gun?"
"Shut the hell up and do what I said! We have maybe a minute before they're here," she said, and, pointing at Sherlock with her gun, "You! Move that table over there, hide under it. John, I know you have a hand gun. Get it and hide behind that chair-"
"I have a gun too," Sherlock interrupted.
"Yeah, well, your aim is B.S. Now do what I said, I'll stand here behind the door and-"
Thunk. Thunk, thunk. Footsteps on the stairs.
"They're coming," the unknown girl said. "Be quiet, don't move, don't speak, don't breath."
"Why are we listening to an American teenager?" John whispered to Sherlock.
Thud, thud, thud. Another knock at the door. "Shhh…" she put a finger to her lips, but no sooner had she brought her finger down than the door was blown open.
"Find them, and bring them to me. I want them alive," a quite dangerous looking man said. He was at least six and a half feet tall, had a buzz cut, and scar running down his jaw and right bicep. It was as if he stepped out of a movie, John thought. As soon as he was done thinking this though, the man was knocked out on the ground, the girl had taken him out, and had gotten the attention of the two men that were with him.
She delivered three swift punches to the first man's face before kicking the second in the crotch, giving her time to finish the first with a blow to the head with the butt of her gun. She proceeded to kick the second in the face, give a blow to his nose with her elbow, and then push him to the ground while he was recovering. She then shot him in the head.
"Ah," wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, she said, "I never really liked him. Glad to have him gone for good. You know what, I could really go for a cup of tea." She turned to face Sherlock and John, but they both seemed too shocked to actually do anything. Well, John seemed shocked. Sherlock seemed slightly surprised.
"I'll turn the kettle on," Sherlock announced.