Prompt: A snowy day, sightseeing in Edinburgh...what could go wrong?
By: mrspencil
"Well, I can't say that was the worst place we been Watson." I address my friend as we walk out of the Sheep's Heid.
"Indeed," he agrees. "Edinburgh is a lovely city Holmes- very historical."
I hold the door open for the doctor and we both step out into the snowy scape of Edinburgh.
"So where to next then, my dear Watson?"
"I was thinking the castle. I heard a little bit about how Robert the Bruce captured it in 1314."
"Very well, then." I concede. So we hail a cab, and set off for the castle, exploring the Royal Mile along the way.
When we arrived, I must admit, it was certainly impressive. On recalling vague points of history, I attempt to explain it to my friend rather clumsily.
Suddenly, we note a woman ahead of us. She was tall, of average weight, and had her hands in her pockets. I noticed an odd lump in her pocket, and deduced immediately that she was a thief of some sorts.
Just as I was about to deduce her further, she suddenly darted off and ran away from the group admiring the view.
"Stop thief!" I shout running after her.
I ran out of the gates and chase her across to Prince's Street Garden, where she hails a hansom and I hear her give an address I recognize.
So I immediately grab a horse, ignoring all protests from round me as I ride off behind the hansom.
We rode at many twists and turns, my mind filling me in on location and then dismissing the information just as quickly.
At last I nearly cornered her on the George IV Bridge, where she looked visibly panicked.
"Your time is up." I told her.
Instead, I heard a gun being fired, and then my horse crumpled under me. It was now dead, and my leg was trapped under its corpse.
I looked up to notice another hansom cab run towards me at full speed.
I shut my eyes, preparing for the end...
