Chapter One

It was a brisk, cold morning on the 3rd of February 2012, and a tall man stood alone on the tarmac of Gate 2 of Heathrow Airport. This was nothing out-of-the-usual for the holiday makers and business commuters who saw him that cold morning, and not one person considered that this may be the last day anybody saw this man alive. While his presence was nothing unusual, the man himself was quite peculiar. He was fairly tall, well build with short cut black hair, and he clutched in his hand a single yellow folder. On his back he had two black backpacks, and as he waited patiently the disorganised paper in the file flapped madly, as if trying to break free of his vice like grip. This man was Sherlock Holmes. Unbeknownst to all Holmes was surveying his surroundings with utmost detail, not that anybody could tell what was ticking away in his mind on a normal day, never-mind at his best day he had witnessed for a long time. But even the famed man himself did not know how badly this day could go, and what fate held for him at the end of it.

To start with, John was late. Not exactly a great start to the day they had both agreed, that the future of the world hung in the balance of. Secondly, so was the Prime Minister. He had however heard on the radio he was on his way. He impatiently drummed his fingers on the file as he pondered the infinite possibilities the day could make, and what he believed was the most likely path it could take. His phone vibrated. Typical, Watson was stuck in passport control. Still it gave him the time to take a walk, not as if there was much to see anyway. In the five minutes he had spare, he only saw a few deserted planes and steel-faced immigration officials. As he returned to the Gate he saw John run like a headless chicken across the departures lounge above him. Lord above, he might even have to hold a sign saying 'Secret government rendezvous here' to get the man to notice where he was. But even as John looked down for him, he was not to know of the first of the hellish events that would cause such a disastrous end to the day had already occurred.