IX
We're down three soldiers more since last night – and I'm pretty sure at least one of them ended up as a midnight-snack either for John or Greg.
Unfortunately we still don't know where the firms entered Baskerville, but much more fortunately, the area is cleared now.
Greg, John, Sherlock, five soldiers and I, we did the job this time.
The job resulted in four dead firms more and now we put Sherlock's sledgehammer to his originally destined use and fix the borders.
"That's more than a little weird..."
I look over to Gregory Lestrade, currently crouching in the dirt, checking some footprints: "What's weird, Greg?"
He turns his head, a tad to much than anatomically should be possible and with an audible scrunch, gives me a look another probably would recognise as his 'this-is-an-investigation-look' and demands: "Can you get Sherlock over here, Iris, please?"
"Of course!" I take off to the other side of the base, where John and Sherlock are working.
When Sherlock, John and I finally come back over to Greg, it takes only a moment and the ex-consulting detective and the ex-DI are swivelling around like maniacs and John comments with an amused gargle: "Welcome to the crime scene... don't expect any answers before they're done..."
They're surprisingly fast done and to surprise the Doctor and me even more Sherlock demands: "Go fetch my brother Iris. Hurry!"
I just turn and take off, dragging Mycroft practically out off the lab and back to the others, Anthea on our heels – as always her device in hands.
"Take a look," Sherlock starts and points at something on the soil, "brother dear."
Mycroft does like told and sniffles in recognition and states cold voiced: "Firms usually do not drive delivery wagons."
"That's exactly what I thought too..." Greg confirms.
Sherlock nods and continues: "They also do not usually use wire cutters. My friends, this is war."
I nod and ask: "I could ask Mary to come and let her dogs stay guard?"
Mycroft claps his hands and nods: "Good idea, Iris. Sherlock," he looks at his Brother, "I'm pretty sure, you can find out the type of this car and all the other necessary things?"
The ex-consulting detective grins and gives back: "You didn't dare to ask, did you brother mine?"
Then Sherlock turns to John and commands: "Come on John, the game is afoot..." he smiles happily, leans in towards the undead doctor and purrs: "Could be dangerous..." they both make a head start towards the head quarter, tailed by Lestrade while Mycroft looks expectantly at me.
With a deep sigh I shoulder the sledgehammer: "Send me over some of the boys and lent me Anthea, would you?"
The Government nods, smiles and makes a turn towards the HQ too, while Anthea asks me: "Can I help you, Iris?"
I offer her a kind smile, a wink and a giggle: "Yes my beauty... massaging my shoulders and bring me a beer when I'm done here... not to mention, that you better keep an eye on that thingy in your hands. 'M don't like any more surprises today..." and I smash the hammer on the fence post.
Anthea looks shortly up from the radar and smiles cheekily: "Trying to flirt much?"
"Why," I innocently give back with another wink, "does it work?"
To my big amusement she smiles: "Apparently yes..."
