CHAPTER 13. OPTIONS
"Wait we go in there. Say he is alive." Mickey had to get through to the Doctor, the situation was becoming more an more complicated.
"He is alive. Why are we wasting time?" John pulled his arm free from Mickey
"Hear me out. Ok, we save him but what then? We take on The Butcher and get out how?" Mickey standing at the back door looking around, he can hear the sound of someone singing, "He's a crazy bastard you know this right."
"Don't forget I spent some time in his damn company!"
"Alright, but-" the walkie talkies both cut into their conversation
"Mika. It's Frank. We have reports of suspicious vehicles coming in."
"How many?"
"Don't know yet, at least four verified. But you know these type, like roaches never alone and they scatter, if you're seeing one or two means fifty have hidden in plane sight."
"We'll the boss doesn't want to be disturbed. Take care of them."
"I'll send someone for the explosives, this should be fun. We haven't blown anything up in days."
Mickey and John froze, John was torn, "They wont stand a chance, and they'll be killed. We have to warn them." John held the handle to the door.
"I have orders. I go where you go."
"Yeah, what about all those agents, we have two options either I go in there with you we get Sherlock and reinforcements are blown to shit because we didn't warn them in time. Or, I go in get the flatmate, you make a distraction anything that draws attention, it'll have to be big enough for Mycroft's people to be on alert, and making this lot scrambbling. We have to do this and now."
" Fine, I'll make a distraction. " Mickey checked the bullets in his gun, a smile crossed his face "You know I haven't had this much fun since South Africa. You go get that flatmate. Meet you down by the alley. We'll go from there. Be ready to run because we are going to need to haul ass."
"Right switch the channel to six on the talkie."
"Good idea Doc." Mickey then started back around the building. "Oh" he paused "Good luck."
"You too." John took a deep breath and headed inside the building. His adrenaline was finding a second wind, and the wave caused his heart to pound and the blood roared to his ears.
"Now, you can tell me where you've stashed mien bruder or I can start removing appendages, starting with your fingers. Moving up to your hands, your forearm and your shoulders, then your nose and ears, just so you have a break, the blood loss will be great at that point so I'll just be hacking into you for the sake of hacking. Or I'll give you a bullet to the brain like your friend there."
Sherlock was blinking, his head pounded, why did everything seem so blurry, did someone hit him? They must have, something else, he turned his head seeing the outline of a figure.
"Alright, have it your way." The Butcher excitedly brought up his machete.