Nate was still getting stared at by Grant. He was still taking in what exactly was lying in front of them. It can't be! Jax and Ray moved forward to see what Grant and Nate were looking at so closely. Jax put a hand to his mouth to stop a gasp coming out. Ray just staggered back trying to be careful not to injure his injury more.
"Please Sanders. Just tell me it was you and I won't say anything else about it." Grant repeated shuddering a little.
"I don't know. Maybe it's just something left over from the last time we fought those things." Nate tried hard not to say the word zombie.
"We made sure nothing was left behind." Grant shook his head.
"Maybe this is just a joke. Maybe someone knew you were staying here and they left it here to scare us." Jax suggested.
"I doubt that."
There were still some murmurs coming from the soldiers dotted around. Grant soon noticed this. He gently got the arm and took it back to his tent. Jax tried to calm down the soldiers as Nate and Ray followed Grant back to his tent.
"General Grant please. This wasn't us, you have to believe me." Nate tried to get Grant to speak to him once they were back at the tent.
"Then who was it?" Grant yelled at Nate.
"We don't know but we'll find out for you." Jax tried to keep everyone calm.
"You'd better. I don't want my boys to be even more scared or worried then they already are."
Grant then left for the camp so he could try and control the situation. Nate sat in his seat, staring at the arm laid on the table. Jax could see the concentration in his face. Ray closed the tent door behind him to make sure no one saw them looking closely at the arm.
"You don't think we have the wrong timings?" Jax asked.
"No. The war's over Grant said so, this must be from the last fight we had with the zombies." Nate shook his head.
"But Grant said…" Ray took Grant's side.
"It doesn't matter what he said! The zombies aren't back and that's final." Nate crossed his arms.
"Then how do you explain that?" Jax pointed fiercely at the arm.
"I don't know!" Nate kept saying.
"Alright mate. Come on, let's work together on this." Ray could see the tension between the two men.
"We need Gideon." Jax sighed, smiling.
"That's the truth! Pass me that magnifying glass." Nate asked Jax, bringing his chair closer to the desk.
Jax did what Nate said. He didn't exactly like looking at Zombie arms this closely but if it was the only way to find out more, then so be it.
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Ava hadn't had a bit of sleep all night. When the dawn came through the window that morning, it didn't bother her. Gary yawned loudly as he came to. He soon noticed Ava's eyes were open.
"Tell me you haven't been up all night?!" Gary smirked.
"I've been thinking." Ava mumbled.
"About the case or how to get home?"
"A bit of both. Do you think we'll solve this case?"
"We're working with Sherlock Holmes! How can we not solve the case?!"
"Because he's working with us."
"What and we haven't solved a mystery before? Anyway Holmes seems pretty taken with us."
Ava couldn't throw another pillow at him as she had already thrown them all. Gary had kept them over his side just in case she had done this again. Gary then stretched out across his bed as the door opened. Watson stood on the other side, Holmes was nowhere in sight.
"Don't you ever knock?" Ava groaned.
"I thought you two were up. Holmes thought that you might not be." Watson took not much notice of what Ava said.
"Well, if you'll give us a bit longer then we can go with you to the crime scene." Gary said, quickly shutting the door behind Watson.
"Thank you." Ava mouthed.
"He's keen, isn't he? I mean I've barely woken up yet and now he's already in our room expecting us to be up and changed." Gary moaned.
"Come on, we shouldn't keep them waiting." Ava stood up, hiding the piece of the Waverider.
"I wonder how the others are getting on." Gary thought suddenly.
"They'll probably be jealous that we met these two." Ava smiled thinking back to the team.
Gary agreed, moaning as he got up from his comfy bed. He wasn't awake enough to disagree with Ava this early. True if Sherlock got on the wrong side of him, he wouldn't be too tired to have a go at him.
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Constantine fell a few inches as Sara and himself climbed up the mountain to find any other people struck by the landslide. Hex had turned back to help the town and the people that had managed to get down to it. Sara turned back to John to see how he was getting on.
"We can always turn back. We'll go help in the town and let Hex deal with all of the people up here." Sara mentioned to John who was still struggling.
"Nope. We're going to help up here." John kept repeating through gritted teeth.
"And what if you need medical attention when we're up there?"
"I don't need medical attention. I'm fine. Now come on before another landslide hits and we're taken back to town." Constantine continued to stride.
"Alright but don't blame me if you're aching when we get back." Sara warned him once more.
John made a face out of her sight and helped her up the next bit of the mountain. They soon made it to the mine where most people had gathered. A lot of people were teaming around.
"Where do we start?" Sara sighed looking at the many injuries and children.
"I'll start over here. Shout if you need anything." Constantine patted Sara on the shoulder.
Sara nodded and got to work on the group of people in front of her. Most of them looked not too badly injured, just a few cuts and scrapes, which she could tend to. She kept an eye on Constantine however. However, much he said he was fine, she knew deep down how he was really feeling.
"He's your sweetheart?" One of the people asked seeing her looking at John.
"No. My sweetheart is out of town at the moment." Sara smiled.
"Tom. Tom Avery." The man put out a hand.
"Sara Lance." Sara shook it.
"Are you from the town? You don't look familiar."
"I've been away for a while. Honeymoon. I normally work with Sheriff Hex."
"Right. Only I don't believe that. Sheriff Hex has never worked with anyone, especially not…" The man started but stopped himself.
Sara decided not to discuss it any further. The man seemed to know everything about the town, so could soon see through her lies. She could hear John's voice talking quite loudly to someone. She looked back to make sure everything was okay.
"Just calm down mate." She could hear John say.
"I won't calm down! I need to get back to the town!" A man started to fight against John's help.
Sara knew John wouldn't be able to fight for long, so went to his side to help him. She knew he wouldn't like it but it was for the best.
"What's going on here?" Sara asked, standing between them.
"I need to get back to town. My daughter is missing."
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Mick sat waiting for Shakespeare as he was meeting the King. Every guard was staring at him. Even back in the Tudor times he must look like a criminal! He just hoped Shakespeare wouldn't be long. True by the sounds of it, the king was going on and on about a new play.
"Hurry up!" Mick whispered angrily.
The door then swung open and Mick was beckoned in by another guard that looked familiar. Shakespeare pointed his head to stand next to him and Mick did what he said. The king stood in front of him waiting.
"What's going on?" Mick whispered through gritted teeth.
"I want a new play. I would like Shakespeare here to write it for me." The king answered, hearing Mick.
"Really?!" Mick really wanted to roll his eyes but decided against it.
"Yes. Shakespeare hasn't written one for a while so I guess he might need some new ideas. Is that what you're here for?" The king enquired.
Mick looked towards Shakespeare who was staring off into space.
"Yes your majesty." Mick answered before he could think of anything else.
"Good. Jump to it." The king waved the two men away.
Mick and Shakespeare bowed and then left the room leaving the king alone. Once they were outside Mick took Shakespeare to one side.
"A new play?! What am I supposed to do?" Mick whispered so the guards couldn't hear.
"Write it with me. You heard the king." Shakespeare smirked.
"I know nothing about writing!"
"Well you'd better learn quickly."