Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 25
A disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers and amazing Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. No money was made. The story however is my original thought, and comes out of my overactive imagination. Other characters introduced are also mine.
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T rated but some future chapters may be M.
"If the wind will not serve, take to the oars." ~Latin Proverb
Current Day
Safe-house
Kevin Patel walked swiftly over to the computer as it came to life. His left hand put down his coffee so swiftly that splashes of brown liquid found its way to his jeans and spilled on the edge of the wooden table.
It was hot.
He ignored the slight pain.
Data flowed quickly across the blacken computer screen. Without hesitation, his hands flew across plastic keys as the clicking of the pressed keys created a beautiful rhythm of music that only he could hear.
He sat in the chair and with a push of his feet; the tall lanky young man still seated, slid to another computer and typed information as he disbursed it to multiple agencies. He arranged for an agent to covertly retrieve a chemical sample at a designated drop site. Kevin pushed in codes and symbols after he interpreted the message. It had the highest priority.
The muscles in his left arm stretched to a button that was barely within his reach. It was pushed. The updated image zoomed painfully slow, as forests and trees and clouds were scattered and became more defined. The focus adjusted slightly to a clearing and mansion on that clearing. Kevin Patel's fingers almost blurred with speed as he typed in more codes and symbols and sent the encrypted messages and images to the appropriate personnel.
He waited for a few seconds and then exhaled a breath. He looked longingly at his coffee and was about to get up and retrieve it, but was interrupted. He reminded himself to never complain about being bored again.
A call was coming in. Eyebrows were raised. He pushed the button on his earphone to activate it.
After the appropriate authentication, a female voice requested to be patched through. The lanky young man contorted his limbs so that he could do several tasks at one time. He pushed himself still seated back to the first computer.
He waited nervously for an answer. He decided that it was best to be succinct with this kind of a man. The line was answered on the first ring. After An ID number was given and authenticated, he spoke.
"Sir, I have an incoming call that is being transferred to you… now." He pushed a button. "I also transmitted encrypted data from a microchip that a field agent uploaded to our satellite system. Lastly Sir, you said to inform you if, a flea leaves a dog while sitting on the front grass of the targeted property"
Kevin frowned.
"Well Sir, The dog has just scratched and fleas are dropping everywhere."
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