Simulation One.
Location: Sitting room, Garrideb family home.
Individuals in Play: Holmes. Watson. Evans.
Replay scene. Reset Holmes location, three feet left of original. Other contributing factors remain.
Commence simulation.
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"Check upstairs, I'll start here." Enter the sitting room. Watson follows.
"We're not splitting up. That never ends well for us." Genuine concern.
Roll my eyes. "We're wasting time. We can cover more ground..."
"It's not up for discussion." Stubborn.
"John, please." Apply good manners.
Watson pauses. Holds up his hand. I hear it too. Metal on concrete. Directly below.
"Trap door." I nod to it. "Dull. How I miss the days criminals actually made an effort."
"I'll put a request out on the blog." Sarcastic but fond. Gun drawn.
I release the mechanism on the trap door, from directly in front of the opening instead of my original position just to the right.
Evans charges, gun drawn. I stumble back. Make a grab. Miss. He aims. Fires. Watson fires. Evans falls.
I fall.
Close range shot to the lower abdomen. Knick the intestine. Immediate heavy blood loss. Peritonitis. Bullet lodged against L1. Shock.
"Fuck. Oh... Fuck. Sherlock. Christ." Watson. Doctor Watson. Captain Watson. Battle mode.
"John." File note: Ask John his experience with how it feels to nearly die.
"Don't. Just fucking don't." Panic. Anger. "Sherlock. Sherlock, you bastard. Breathe."
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End simulation.
Outcome: Watson - unharmed. Holmes - severely wounded, survival probable. Evans - moderately wounded, survival ensured.
Conclusion: Preferable to original, though not ideal.