John was glaring at the spawn of Satan. Oh how he wished he had his gun on him. He could shoot this cheeky, useless escuse which haunts the modern day society. Sighing, John tried to get his mind away from his number one enemy and thought about what Sherlock could be doing. He was either reading a book or sword fighting a random person who appeared in the flat and the attempt to hide the evidence. John was leaning toward the second option.
Then his enemy spoke:
"Card not authorised. Please seek alternative methods of payment." Moaning, John grabs his car and just walks out the shop.
Oh how he hated shopping!
He arrived bac in time to see Sherlock try to rearrange himself into his chair to make it apppear that he had not moved from that spot.
"Where's the shopping?" asked Sherlock.
"I got into a very violent fight" said John.
"With who? Or should I say with what?" asked Sherlock. John threw his head back.
"Was the check out machine being mean again?" asked Sherlock.
"How was the sword fight?" asked John, grabbing his laptop and taing his chair.
It was time to try online shopping.
"Agree to never speak of this again?" asked Sherlock, dragging the sword from under his chair and holding it up to the light.
"Certainly" said John, clicking onto the tesco website, "can I borrow your card?"
"Certainly" said Sherlock and he threw hs wallet at John, who caught it in one hand.
"Any new cases?" asked John.
"Yes, actually, you nearly finished?" asked Sherlock. John clicked a couple more time, filled in the needed information.
"Yep" said John, and both men stood up, grabbed their outdoor wear and left, catching the taxi.
O-o-O
"What would you think of me getting a job?" asked John as they rode to a bank.
"It's your choice, but make sure you will still be able to help with my cases" said Sherlock.
"Part time, them, and a understanding boss?" asked John. Sherlock at him and nodded.
"And it goes back to the normal way" said Sherlock. John looked at him and frowned.
"The normal way?" he asked.
"If youu meet a girl and I don't like her, I'll tell her" said Sherlock. John just rolled his eyes.
"And if you do like her?" he asked.
"She'll be the one for you" said Sherlock as the taxi pulled up at a expensive looking building and they climbed out.
O-o-O
Sherlock lead John through the glass door, up an escalator, and to a receptionist. As Sherlock walked, John looked around. They were natural colours everywhere, technology and bright, digital clocks showing times across the world.
"I'm here to see Serbastan Wilkes" said Sherlock, "my name is Sherlock Holmes." The receptionst quickly phoned through to said man, and she nodded to Sherlock and John to head on through.
Sebastain was there to greet the duo as they arrived at his office.
"Come on in" smiled Sebastian. They got into his office and he closed the door. John and Sherlock took their seats in front of the desk while the man sat behind his desk.
"Sherlock Holmes! he grinned. John wanted to hurl.
"Sebastian" answered Sherlock, nodding his head a little.
"How are you, buddy? How long's it been? Eight years since I last clapped eyes on you?" asked Sebastian. Sherlock nearly rolled his eyes.
"Do you remember my friend, John Watson?" asked Sherlock. John wanted to punch Sebastian, he hated the old drug dealer.
"Of course I remember, tiny little man who followed you around like a lost little puppy. What have you been up since I last saw you?" asked Sebastian.
"Shooting people" answered John, tilting his head a little. Sebastian falted a bit, causing Sherlock to smile.
"What?" asked Sebastian.
"You are doing well yourself. Spending lots of time abroad" said Sherlock.
"Some..." muttered Sebastian.
"Flying all around the world. Twive a month even!" said Sherlock. John smiled.
"Are you doing that thing? He does this really weird thing where he..." Sebastian started.
"I know. I have know him for most of my life" said John. Sherlock smirked.
"I observed, that is all" said Sherlock.
"Go on, tell me" said Sebastian.
"Do you really want to know?" asked Sherlock. Sebastian nodded.
"Why did you want to see us?" asked Sherlock. John chuckled. Sebastians face fell.
Sebastian relunctantly stood up and gestured to them to follow through the cubicles.
"I'm glad, you could make it over. We've had a break in" explained Sebastian. Noises were coming from all directions, phones ringing and voices talking.
Sebastian leads them to a darkened corner office, with a glass front.
"This is the office of Sir Williams. He was the former chairman. His room had been left here, you know, as a memorial" he opened the door with a electric key, "someone broke in here late last night."
"What did they steal?" asked John.
"They only left a little message" explained Sebastian as he flicked on the lights, which took a while to switch on, and a painting of a man was hanging on the wall, yellow paint decorating his face. One thick line went across the eyes of the former chairman and
On the wall below the artist has left his tag. An illegible scrawl was there. It was an signature.
Sebastian then lead them to the security room, where they watched the footage from last night. The camera is designed to take a picture every sixty seconds. In the footage, the three men can see the portrait. Sebastian leaned forward and froze the shot at 11.34pm. The paint was present. Glancing at Sherlock, he flicked back to 11.33pm to show that they were no paint. A couple more times, he flicked until Sherlock told him to stop.
"That is a gap of sixty seconds. Somehow,someone came up here in the middle of the night, did some artwork and escaped, all in the space of minute" said Sebastian.
"How many ways into that office?" asked Sherlock.
"That's where this gets really interesting" said Sebastian "every door that opens in this bank, it gets logged right here. Every walk-in cupboard. Every toilet" and he pointed to the screen, where they were given a view of multiple areas of the bank.
Sherlock eyes moved rapidly across the screens.
"That door didn't open last night?" asked Sherlock, pointing at a screen.
"There's a hole in our security. Find it and we'll pay you. Five figures" said Sebastian, shaking his head.
Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cheque.
Both men rolled their eyes at the cheque, John took it though.
"That was only an advance. Tell me how he got in, there will be a much bigger on in the way" teased Sebastian.
"I don't need incentives, Sebastian" said Sherlock and he left. John nodded and left, leaving Sebastian to stand by himself.
Sherlock arrives back at the scene of the crime.
"Can you take some pictures of the portrait, while I go find out who the message was for" said Sherlock, throwing John his mobile and leaving. John sighed, and did as he ask.
Sherlock, meanwhile, appeared to be dancing through the desks and workers. He moves gracefully between desks, pillars and gawkers, trying to keep the sight of the portrait in his eyes.
Finally, Sherlock found the perfect spot to be able to see the portrait and the message.
Turning, Sherlock turned to face the sigh.
Hong Kong Desk Head. Turning, Sherlock smiles and goes to get John.
Sherlock and John walked out of the bank, and instead of getting a cab, decided to walk to nearby restaurant.
"Okay, how did you know about his holidays?" asked John. Sherlock smiled, he always felt safe to tell John his deductions. He once attacked Sebastian for laughing at him.
"His watch,"started Sherlock, "the hands on his watch were
correct but the date was wrong. It actually said the day before yesterday. He crossed the dateline twice, and didn't alter his watch. I knew that had done it within a month as he had New Rolex. Only came out in February."
Sherlock smiled when John smiled at them, and they continued walking.
"That graffiti was a message, John. For someone at the bank - working on the trading floor. We find the intended recipient and..." started Sherlock.
"He'll lead us to the person who sent it" finished John.
"Obviously."