Irina whispers to the man carrying the mangled body of Igor Jablonski, "Don't worry Vlad, we will get our revenge. Augustus will get our revenge."
Augustus Lowndes, Igor's second-in-command. Next to Igor, he is the man everybody respected, admired and revered in the pack.
Vlad says nothing as he gently carries his Alpha's body to the van. He puts him at the back and slides in the front seat. Irina sits beside him and takes the wheel. They need to take back the body back to the garage. Igor needs a proper burial. A funeral worthy of a courageous mass leader.
The drive back to the garage is silent. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Vlad only moves when the van jerks to a stop. As he gets down to open the backdoor, a handsome dark haired man with brown eyes shows up. Irina says, "Augustus."
Augustus walks up to them and hugs her. He then walks up to Vlad and grasps his elbow, saying nothing. Vlad gives the slightest nod and scoops up Igor's corpse.
The trio walks to the garage in slow, heavy steps. Inside, about twenty to thirty people have congregated. Their heads turn and each gasps out loudly when Vlad puts down the body of their leader on the ground. The sheet covering the body slips. All eyes fall on the damaged body of their leader. No one is able to hold back their tears when Vlad with his enormous body shaking, starts sobbing. The only person with a dry face is Augustus.
Augustus is holding back his tears. He will not cry in front of them. He is the Beta, and Igor trusted him more than anyone. He clears his throat, "We all know who did this. And we will get our revenge."
Every face turns to him. Yes, they do know who did this. He cries out, "Who is with me to kill the last of those sons of bitches?"
Every voice in that room cries back to his call with only positive answers.
Half-way across town, Gustav Akraka is tense. He had just heard that Igor Jablonski is dead. His rival. Their fight about the pack territory in London is legendary. Every werewolf knows it. Every werewolf knows that his pack and Igor's pack were the largest. And no one messes with them. But now with Igor's death raised some serious and obvious complications. He is now the official murder suspect whether he liked it or not. He is in deep trouble. Alpha or not, he knew that Augustus guy will soon land on his sorry ass. He has to make a move.
Lestrade barges in through the doors of 221B and says loudly, "The body has disappeared!"
Sherlock is cleaning test tubes in the kitchen when Lestrade rushes in. He looks up quizzically at Lestrade. He asks, "What?"
Lestrade launches into his narrative, "I got a call from Mike Stamford saying that he had found Dr. Raffles and this other lab technician sitting on the floor, sobbing. On asking what had happened, they said that two people—a man and a woman—had stolen away the John Doe, the animal attack one. He had been identified as Igor Jablonski, by the way. According to Dr. Raffles, they were not next of kin—those body snatchers. I even went as far as to ask for the security footage. Mike said he will get back to me with that."
Sherlock frowns. This case is no longer that simple again. Lestrade continues, "Why would someone steal the body?"
Sherlock says nothing. He is getting a whole lot of questions but no answers. He says, "Leave. I need to think."
If Lestrade is taken aback by this comment, he says nothing as he leaves. He needs to go over to St Barts anyway.
After Lestrade's exit. Sherlock goes back to his microscope. He focuses in on the slide underneath. It has a drop of blood on it. Blood of the victim Igor or whatever. He had swiped a sample when Mauve was not paying attention. If it was Molly, he would not have to worry about the blood sample getting thoroughly tested according to his wishes. But he had no idea how far Mauve Raffles would humour him. After all both John and Molly had let it known that not everyone at St Barts could tolerate him. He did not necessarily care who can tolerate him or not, but he liked having his results fast and correctly done. And he trusted her. The gnawing sensation returns again. He hopes she is all right.
He shakes it off as he puts his eyes to the electron microscope and what he sees makes him very very confused. He has never seen anything like this. Blood cells do not look or behave like that. Is this the reason why the corpse had been stolen? What is this anyway?