Hi! Here is a long chapter.

It was very difficult to write about the rescue, because we don't really know if Sherlock had ever killed anyone. He's on the angel's side, although sometimes there are things which have to be done. He really didn't have a big problem to step onto the cabbie's wounded shoulder, or throw the American agent out of the window. Several times.

Please review, I would be very happy to read them and thanks for the supportive comments. I hope you will enjoy reading.

Ch 8

"Dear, dear little Irene!" she heard the voice without a face but now she knew who it belonged to. It was James Moriarty."Oh, how naive you were when you thought that I haven't fallowed you. You really thought that you can escape?" he laughed. "No, don't be sad my darling. I tell you a fairy tale, sweet little Irene." She was absolutely surprised and then angry with herself. He was right, how could she think that she could run away from this spider?

First she thought that Moriarty was in a live connection, but now she saw that it was just a record. Moriarty's face appeared from the dark on the screen. The background was some kind of a fairy castle. Irene watched him with set teeth and unmoved face.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful rich princess who lived in a gorgeous castle. Once she thought that it would be better to be richer and to live in a bigger castle. She visited the great magician who she made a business with. If she helped him to beat the lonely prince, the archenemy of the great magician she would get the prince's whole wealth and his castle. Her task was to fool the price with her beauty brake him than leave him to the magician to burn his heart out. But no! The cold hearted princess fell for the lonely price and betrayed the magician. When the prince got to know about the princess's dark plan, he ruined her and left her to the vengeance of the magician. The princess ran for her life to the end of the world, but the magician found her and locked her into a dark cell till her execution. Day followed day but the prince hadn't come. He didn't know that the princess was in terrible and he didn't even care.
This is the end. Good by little Irene." and with that the TV turned off. Irene now was down on her knees and silently tears were falling down from her face into the dust.

About an hour later the door opened and two black clothed men came into the room. One of them threw a huge black burka to Irene.

"Take this on!" he shouted. Irene took the burka on and the other man tied her hands back. Then they grabbed her and took her out of the room and out of the building. It was night. She saw several trucks and so many people. The house was an empty old storage building in an industrial area somewhere out of the city. The two men took her further and pushed her into one of the trucks.

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Sherlock rushed out his hotel and got in the rented car. Previously he got the coordinates of the terrorists' base from the consul and a contact who helped him to get two small handguns for huge amount of money. The base was in the middle of an old empty industrial park.
He drove quite fast. When he reached the cross he needed on the main road he went 50 meters and switched off the lights than turned left parallel with the road which headed to the industrial park.

When he saw the lights of the base he stopped the car and got out to get to know the winds direction. It blew from the south so he had to get nearer to them from the north so they wouldn't hear Sherlock's car.

When he was about 100 meters close he turned off the car among some small trees and got out. He ran from tree to tree closer and closer to the barbed-wire fence. It has holes on it and whole missing parts so it was not a big thing to get in the area. Sherlock sneaked from one shadow to the other till he reached the neighbour of the terrorists' place.
From there he could see and hear the men outside the building.

"You three and me. There's no need to bring more people. She is just a week woman. Don't tell me that four strong man can't execute a week woman!" said one if the four man next to the building. "Ahmed, bring the camera and the sabre. You two bring that woman. Give her a proper suit." with that they separated. Sherlock freeze thinking about that he was just in time. He had arrived there in the moment they execute her. When the two men came out of the building they were followed by a third person. It was Irene, cuffed, wearing a black burka, he was absolutely sure. They got in one of the trucks. The boss, the one who spoke, and the man with the camera got in another car.

'They take her to somewhere else. Sherlock thought. "They don't want to record a murder in a recognisable place. Obviously." He started to run back to his car. He had to be fast but invisible although the darkness made his hiding easier. He got in the car and fallowed his previous tactic and always came along on the north side of the two trucks. He could easily follow them from far because their lights were quite visible in the dark. When they stopped he stopped as well and immediately got out of the car and slowly headed to the trucks. They kept the lights on they needed them for the recording. It was a great advantage for Sherlock because in that way their eyes didn't get used to see in dark. When he reached one of the trucks back he ducked and started to observe.

FOUR MEN

THE BOSS
THE OLDEST
EXPENSIVE PHONE
HURTING LEFT SHOULDER
LIKELY BEING SHOT

THE CAMERA MAN
YOUNG
WEAPON UNDER HIS CLOTHES
DARK CIRCULES AROUND THE EYES
TROUBLE SLEEP
FIRST EXECUTION

THE WATCHER WITH A GUN
SLOWLY MOVES, TALKS
ALWAYS CHEWING
SLOW REACTIONS
HASIS USER

THE EXECUTIONER WITH THE SABRE
THE TALLEST
GOOD PHYSICAL STATE
DETERMINED STEPS
THE SRONGEST LINK

Sherlock decided to take out the executioner first. He sneaked near behind the tall man and made some noise next to the truck. The boss moved his head towards the man with the sabre. "Go and look around!" The man turned around and went back with long steps to check the trucks. Sherlock was waiting till the man become invisible for the others and slowly came out from the darkness. He pushed the silenced gun strongly to the man's back and shot. He had to catch the falling body to avoid the loud whomp.

Sherlock quickly took out the man's top clothes and took them on himself. He hid the gun, grabbed the sabre and with dedicated steps he walked to the other three men.
"What did take such a long time? Let's get over it and grab the money!" said the oldest man. Sherlock nodded. His adrenaline had never been higher. Stepping into the light he saw Irene down on her knees and she was holding her phone. Then she gave it to the watcher and closed her eyes.

'Ahhh...' the familiar moan broke the silence. Irene's eyes opened with surprise and turned her head. She immediately recognised his face behind the black cover from those eyes and her heart filled with life. He came for her.

"When I say run, run!" Sherlock whispered with wide eyes, and moved the sabre. He had to be very quick although the watcher's reaction time was long, but the text voice made his time shorter.

He killed the watcher with one quick move while he saw the cameraman was searching his gun with shaky hands. He immediately let go the sabre and grabbed his two guns into his hands and without thinking he shot the young man. With the other hand he pointed at the boss. "Don't move!" he said loudly. "Run! Now! To the North!" he ordered to Irene to pull her out from the shock. Sherlock threw one of the gun's to Irene.

Irene started to run to the exact direction of the hidden car while Sherlock was going to the stunned boss with long determined steps pointing the gun at him.

"Throw your weapons, or I shoot you down! I'm much faster than you and you know it." Said Sherlock in a calm low voice and shot the ground in front of the man. He threw the gun from his hand. "All of it!" He threw two other guns to the ground from under his clothes. "I said all!" Sherlock said louder and shot to the ground again. The man took out two knifes from his boots. "Now we can talk like civilized people." he smirked.