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This is it folks, the last letter that Sherlock sends while on his trip.
November 28th, 2012
My Beloved John,
In the last few months we have been traveling a lot. We have been in four different cities in Russia dealing with the web. I wrote letters and put them in the mail, but I do not know if you got them or not, the international mail service is not that great. Actually I deduced that in the first mail room two of the three staff members are lovers and lose mail because they are too busy getting off. In the second post office the primary post officer is getting high, very, very high. The third post office was run by the Russian Secret Police, so something tells me it will be 'checked' first before they send it, and since the name on the front and the signature is not the same, it will probably be kept, though they will not find me or connect it to me. While the last one has the highest chance of being a success, except there are so many fools running that office that I noticed that there were lots of missing and damaged packages from there.
We passed through Belarus, there was no web there, but we helped to deal with some other little crimes as we were traveling. I think we were there six days at most, maybe seven, it was very boring.
We also passed through the Ukraine. There was a small part of the web tied to gun running there. They were quickly dealt with. After collecting evidence that they just left lying around (though I am sure they thought they did a good job getting rid of it) and getting some pictures, well it was amusing watching the raid. They are all sitting in prison now. I doubt they will be getting out any time soon.
Romania was quick as well, merely passed through it since there was no web to deal with. There was a nasty storm as we traveled through the mountains and we ended up staying with a band of gypsies. They were quite remarkable because they were gifted, humans, and shifter-children (mainly wolf), with ties to the local wolf packs. They had mixed the Old Ways of the shifters and gifted with the traditions of the gypsies. It was very, very interesting. I hope that we are able to find them again someday to spend some time with them and learn all about their way of life, the things that I did not have time to learn during our two nights with them.
Now we are in Serbia, the last moon on my wrist is glowing brightly, we should soon find the last man I am hunting. Then I can come up through Hungary, deal with their small web. Shoot up through the Czech Republic and head into Germany where the last of the web is at before coming home. Just a few more weeks John. By my birthday at the latest I should have dealt with all of the web left behind by Moriarty and be home to you.
Forever yours,
Sherlock
