The day after Kimiko had been returned Sherlock had been taken again, much to his handler's glee. He couldn't really struggle anymore because they had figured out that he didn't care about himself, but he did care about the others. It was a flaw, but one that he knew that John would whole-heartedly approve of. He would sacrifice himself in order that the others wouldn't be killed. There were ten now. The eleventh had been shot because she wouldn't cooperate even when the twins had been threatened. Sherlock hadn't even known the brunette woman's name. Carefully catching Kimiko and Reika's eyes as he passed he nodded and gave them a tight reassuring smile. He would get them out of there. John would help, as soon as he could find them that is.

The bulky guard to his right chuckled as Sherlock instinctively shied away from the door at the end of the hall. 'Time to get another round freak and this time you won't be walking back to your cage.'

A chorus of high pitched mewling was heard in reaction from the others as they lodged their protests in the only way they could. Sherlock was flattered and worried. He had become a sort of big brother for the lot. He was the first and oldest here. They looked to him to be strong for them. It was an odd feeling as he was bodily shoved into the lab. The Insane One was smirking at him. That never boded well.

'Ah, subject one, how nice to see you today. Time to get to business eh?' He turned away and started to fiddle around with surgical instruments. 'Break his legs.'

Sherlock pulled away in shock as the larger of the two handlers threw him to the ground and held him down. 'Don't squirm you little shite, or I'll beat the blood right out of that pretty little Russian bird.'

Stilling all Sherlock could do as the sledge fell was yowl in agony. John!

SH

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