Holmes groaned as he trudged up the steep hill towards New Scotland Yard.
'Is there no end to this?' he thought hopelessly. 'Am I to become one of
Moriarty's henchmen forever?' The thought itself was dreadful, but if it
meant saving Lestrade's life, then so be it.
Holmes finally reached New Scotland Yard. He expertly snuck in
without setting off the alarm and began loading evidence bags.
He would have to make at least three trips in order to clear the
whole room of things.
Just before leaving from the first trip round, Holmes cleared
every trace of him being there, except for the security tape in
the far corner of the room. Holmes groaned as he realized how
high up it it was. He decided to get it his last trip, it might
be easier that way.
But as Holmes made his way out the door, one of the bags dropped
and triggered the alarm. Immediately, the sirens screamed as
loudly as possible, and the doors started closing. Holmes darted
out of the Yard, a shutting door barely missing him.
Gasping for breath after finding a hiding place in the bushes,
Holmes realized that he hadn't gotten the security tape. All his
movements had been recorded on that one tape, and now the police
had surrounded the building and there was no way to get it.
Holmes groaned. This was how a criminal feels when he knows he
isn't going to get away with his crime. But one question
remained on his mind. 'Will Lestrade be killed when I get
caught?' Holmes groaned again. It seemed video cameras were the
second evilest thing in New London, next to Moriarty.
Suddenly a whole gang of officers ran up to where Holmes was
standing and surrounded him. One of the officers yelled for
Holmes to put his hands behind his back. Holmes could feel the
cold metal of the cuffs rub against his skin.
About ten Yardies got together and dragged him to the Yard,
though Holmes put up no struggle.
Holmes finally reached New Scotland Yard. He expertly snuck in
without setting off the alarm and began loading evidence bags.
He would have to make at least three trips in order to clear the
whole room of things.
Just before leaving from the first trip round, Holmes cleared
every trace of him being there, except for the security tape in
the far corner of the room. Holmes groaned as he realized how
high up it it was. He decided to get it his last trip, it might
be easier that way.
But as Holmes made his way out the door, one of the bags dropped
and triggered the alarm. Immediately, the sirens screamed as
loudly as possible, and the doors started closing. Holmes darted
out of the Yard, a shutting door barely missing him.
Gasping for breath after finding a hiding place in the bushes,
Holmes realized that he hadn't gotten the security tape. All his
movements had been recorded on that one tape, and now the police
had surrounded the building and there was no way to get it.
Holmes groaned. This was how a criminal feels when he knows he
isn't going to get away with his crime. But one question
remained on his mind. 'Will Lestrade be killed when I get
caught?' Holmes groaned again. It seemed video cameras were the
second evilest thing in New London, next to Moriarty.
Suddenly a whole gang of officers ran up to where Holmes was
standing and surrounded him. One of the officers yelled for
Holmes to put his hands behind his back. Holmes could feel the
cold metal of the cuffs rub against his skin.
About ten Yardies got together and dragged him to the Yard,
though Holmes put up no struggle.