John sat up and looked around there was no sign of weapon in the car though the man driving looked suspicious enough. There were more cars that followed the one he was in too six to be precise. Who were these people, the only clue he had was that in some way or another they were connected to one James Moriarty the man who had kidnapped him from his home at 221B Baker Street; perhaps he was even in one of the cars that followed him.
"Where are we going?" John asked confidence returned to his voice.
"Nowhere" Replied the man in the front seat, his voice seemed harsh and strong, John knew that this wasn't a man to question so he sat back and tried to sleep away the rest of the journey.
The car came to a halt outside the suspected house. He could see now that this was not just a small cabin in the woods, no not at all, this was a high-tech hideout it seemed. The doors were metal and the structure of the house suggested that the floors of the cabin were situated underground, a bunker perhaps. This was Moriarty John though so there must be something more to this safe house?
The man in the front seat got out and opened the door for John to get out and that's when he heard it, the music...
'Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.
Stayin' alive.'
John felt his stomach drop and his face grow pale, this was going to be the longest day he'd ever have even if Sherlock might be alive out there.
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