The Lying Game

New Scotland Yard…

She dodged around a corner, searching for something to remove her handcuffs. No way was she, Brittany Birch, going to just stay and wait until the others returned—if they returned. Of course, she could just use her superpower to melt them off, but then how would she explain what had happened to the handcuffs. With two detectives watching her, there was no way she could keep it a secret with an act like that. No, it was much safer to use more conventional means. That was when she bumped into the constable.

"Hey! How did you get out of your cell?" He yelled as he tried to jump her.

Brittany tripped the constable and ran. He was clueless so there was no use wasting her energy trying to tell him what was going on. She would have had to lie anyway about how she got out and she hated full blown lies. She always felt uneasy about telling one—even if it was justified.

The gunfire snapped her out of her deep thoughts on lies. The guard was catching up as Brittany's breath came in gasps. She rounded a corner, then another and another. Finally she darted into a room, completely lost. As she repaid her oxygen dept from sprinting, she took in her surroundings. The one person there was incapable of hearing her hyperventilating. It was Watson.

In Lestrade's Car…

"Slow down Lestrade!" Holmes and Basil both yelled—one panicked and the other concerned about the groups welfare.

"Not a chance." Lestrade put on an extra burst of speed, causing Basil to fall backward. "Your friend could still be in danger. We don't know what this Tiffany is capable of doing. Moriarty has gotten in Scotland Yard before."

"Lestrade, listen to reason." Holmes tried to grab the wheel. "We cannot help the girl if we crash. So, slow down."

"Lestrade," Basil said, "she's probably already been kidnapped anyway. The girl was not very—"

"—not very what, Basil?" Brittany's voice came in over the communicator along with her image on the screen.



"That's impossible!" Basil yelled. "How on earth…?"

"Oh, have you reached your limit to adapt, Basil?" Brittany looked smug. "Honestly, we have something like this in our time. It's called the webcam with instant messaging, not that you'd—"

"Enough!" Holmes said. "We need to work together. Now, Brittany, how did you escape from Tiffany?"

"Fat chance I'll tell." Brittany scowled. "You all had me locked in jail cell. I had to go cure Watson of that dratted virus before I could get those handcuffs off."

"It's true, Holmes," Watson said. "Brittany inserted something like the other disk into me and now I'm fit to help out again."

"That's great, Watson." Holmes looked elated. "We'll be there shortly. You can explain everything when we get there."

Moriarty's Lair…

Tiffany entered the lair as quietly as she could. She dreaded seeing if the good guys were there or not. She hoped they were not. That way, her failure would not seem so bad. Better yet, she wouldn't have to lie. She had not thought to coordinate her story with Brittany until she was too far away to even try. She loved to lie, but was always afraid of getting caught in the act.

Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief. The others with Brittany had not been captured. Moriarty was nowhere to be seen, thank god. She had the feeling that the guy could see through people like glass. Unfortunately, Ratigan was.

"Hello, Tiffany," Ratigan greeted her in that annoying voice of his. "It seems you were as unlucky as us. I would have had that minor detective, Basil, if Moriarty had done his job properly."

"Let me guess," Tiffany said, "Holmes and Lestrade were too much for the guy, not that I'm surprised. From the way Brittany talked about him, I would've expected Moriarty to have been caught by now. Where is he anyway?"

"Right here, of course," Moriarty stated from behind them. "Now, Tiffany, report."



"Well, our bug is discovered and Brittany stole the virus cure for Watson from me." Tiffany did her best to look ashamed, which was a real challenge for her. "I really think we should capture Brittany still. You see, she says that we need to maintain the—"

"That's enough," Moriarty stopped her. "We do not believe in that nonsense about problems in the space-time continuum. All I see is an opportunity to defeat my nemesis at last. When I…I mean we… get through with this country, no one will be able to stop us."

Tiffany bit her lip. It was just her luck to get stuck with a bunch of egotistical villains and henchmen who were as stupid as their masters were egotistical. She hated how they treated her like one of their stupid mercenaries. If they didn't stop this idiocy and listen to her soon, she and Brittany were going to have to unite and make some drastic changes. Brittany wouldn't like the idea of course, but Tiffany was sure she could convince her friend…with blackmail.

"Now, it is time to initiate the next point of our scheme," Moriarty's voice broke her thoughts. "Now, here is what needs to be done…"

In a house in the old, abandoned district…

She wore a grey cloak fastened with a star and underneath wore all white and blue clothing. The old house was filled with what the people of this time called relics. Silly people to count these so called 'relics' meaningless. In her time, these machines were on the forefront of technology. Of course that was how society worked. It ploughed on ahead, forgetting the foundations upon which it was built. It was her job to remind all societies she met about their humble beginnings and how everyone had come from the same place.

Celestria looked at the lights from the main city of London in the distance. This city was too chaotic for her taste. The flying cars, the crime waves, and, of course, the loud noise. It was a lot louder than even in her time and everyone was in as much of a hurry as those misguided people in her time.

Celestria looked out at the city as if looking for someone. "I hope you and Tiffany can calm the chaos, Brittany. As it is, colliding this world would be an improvement."

Casting a soundproof spell over herself so she could sleep, Celestria closed her eyes, content that, for once, peace would prevail—even if she had to destroy the city to reestablish the long awaited balance.



And that is the end of this chapter. To anyone who is reading this, I hope you like it. I know I am putting a little too much fantasy into this, but I'm trying to be original so bear with me. If anyone sees any examples of OOCness in this story could they please warn me. Sometimes I slip up like that. Another installment later.