AN- Well I feel as though I've been really productive today. Shocking, I know. Anyway, he's the next chapter. Going back to sixth form soon... I'm just crazy enough to decide that taking an entire A-level in one year is a good idea so that is what I'll be doing to fill my time before applying to uni next year.
Enjoy!
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"Shut up and move." A familiar low voice growled in his eye. John complied instantly, allowing himself to be lead back into the first bedroom and out through the window to where the others were pressed against the outside wall, completely silent. The captain turned to face Sherlock as he climbed out the window behind him.
"You have exactly two minutes to tell me what is going on." He hissed. The detective shook his head and pointed up to the roof.
They can still hear us. He mouthed before signalling the team to follow him. John pulled his pistol up slightly, using his other hand to point upwards. Sherlock shook his head and mimed a much larger weapon.
"How many?" John asked quietly.
Saw 8, Sherlock answered through sign language. Maybe more.
Sherlock edged his way around the building to the path which lead to the clearing. John heard a creek from above and sucked in closer to the side of the building.
"We can't leave the group in the village." He whispered. Sherlock pulled out the phone.
"When we get to the clearing we can call them." The taller male replied. John shook his head.
"We need to split." He turned back to his team, pointed to Liam, Nick, Carl and Jack followed by the direction of the clearing, signalling for them to 'through the woods'. There wasn't a single tree anywhere near the clearing but the four understood what he meant. The Captain next signalled for Mark, Samson, Steven and Jake to go in the opposite direction and meet up back at the clearing once any tails were lost. John silently ordered the rest of the team to follow him and Sherlock into the village to pick up the group down there. Everyone would meet back at the clearing. Safety's off.
With that, John signalled the count of three and the teams burst from under the cover of the roof in all directions, running to get out of the range of weapons. John heard the shouts from the roof and ran faster, knowing that at least some of the possible attackers were following them. Once inside the village, John started barking orders.
"In your pairs, split now. Find the patrol group then get out of here. We'll meet at the clearing." The group splinted, each diving down a different street leave John and Sherlock to continue to barrel down the main road.
"So how the hell did a group of assailants land on our roof without us noticing?" John asked, panting. "Half the team were outside, for Christ's sake!"
"Once again you see but do not observe." Sherlock replied. "They never landed on our roof. They've been there the whole time." The pair rounded a corner.
"What?" John exclaimed.
"The new building has walls which extend beyond the roof. Far enough that tents can be put up without being visible from below." They swerved around a small market stall. "While debugging the bathroom I found a hidden doorway in the back of the shower cubicle, hidden by the shower screen. It lead up to the roof. They didn't see me but they must have caught me re-emerging on the bugs in the bathroom. I blocked the doorway so they couldn't get down and got everyone out." John frowned.
"If you blocked the doorway and they couldn't get down, how the hell are they chasing us?" John asked. Sherlock grinned.
"That's the interesting part."
Before Sherlock could explain what he meant by that, John spotted Martha at one of the stalls. He and Sherlock ran over to her.
"Martha. Where's Jenny?" John asked. The female soldier leapt out of her skin at the sudden intrusion then pointed across the court yard.
"Over there. Why?" She replied, casually looking around though John could tell that she was scanning the area for assailants.
"We need to get out of here. Now. Get Jenny and move to the clearing but don't let anyone follow you." John ordered. The woman nodded and crossed the street to grab her partner, walking as she would normally, as though nothing were wrong. The captain had to admire the skill she had with acting, even he couldn't tell that she had just been given an order to evacuate immediately.
"Two down, four to go." John hummed.
"Make that two." Sherlock replied, brandishing the flip phone. It beeped again. "And none." John grinned.
"Let's get out of here."