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Guess who got certified in gun safety and took wilderness survival course? Me! I know my types of guns MUCH better now, even if I'm not the greatest markswoman.
Carolyn scrambled back up and they went tumbling over the floor, Lissie throwing a few excellent punches but Carolyn putting up equally good blocks.
As they rolled, Carolyn crouched low and withdrew from her waistband a M-9 Beretta. ( a semiautomatic pistol with a silencer.)
Shocked and angry at herself for not noticing the imprint, Lissie put her hands up, panting.
"You're here for me?" She guessed this must be an enemy agent Sherlock had told her about.
Carolyn looked confused. "Why would I be here for you? I'm not police, if that's what you think..."
"You're an agent for-"
Carolyn smirked. "Yes. I knew I'd have to watch you. I just didn't expect I'd have to hurt you! Who knew you'd fight back. How'd you know? I'm here for Brooke Winters."
"Brooke Winters?" Brooke was a shy, quiet girl who cried at the sight of blood in biology lab. Why would Carolyn be after her?
"Don't be dumb! I'm posing as a student. MI6 has an agent on our agency's back. We're desperate to stop him. Brooke' s his daughter, put two and two together. Honestly, how dim can you get?"
So this woman didn't know about Sherlock's affiliation with MI6 , she was here for an entirely different girl! What a terrible coincidence! God, but did all the agents in Britain's kids go here?
Keep Carolyn talking.
"Why hate me?"
"You were a good cover. Anything agency related that I had to sneak, like late phonecalls, was chalked up to me being rebellious and mean. I've been busy, looking for Brooke by pretending to ask about you. I haven't even made a report ."
The agent's earpiece rang. (was her name even Carolyn?) She pushed it and answered in a foreign language, distracted, and the gun she had trained on Lissie wasn't being watched.
Lissie dashed to the bathroom, clutching her phone. Locking the door, she dialled Sherlock, shaking. Thank God he answered.
"Lissie, I can't talk-"
"Winters, is there a bloke named Winters with you?"
"Yes-"
Carolyn was kicking at the door. Lissie spoke faster.
"They're after his kid. An enemy operative is here, the Karovian agent you warned me about. She doesn't know you're against them yet. She's after me now because I found her out-"
Lissie wasn't making any sense, and Sherlock could hear Carolyn screaming.
"A Karovian is after Winter's girl, but she's not on you yet? Alright. Listen, stay away from the Karovian agent. Just- stay hidden until I get there. I'm on my way."
"No, you don't understand, she's after me! The Karovian! She's gonna kill me!" Lissie felt hysterics coming on, but Sherlock had already hung up in his haste to get to her.
Carolyn fired into the bolt. The door unlocked, and she grabbed Lissie's phone.
"Get up! Little b*tch. Show me where Winters is!"
Lissie didn't move. Carolyn stared at her. "You want to be with that dead woman you were screaming for?"
Carolyn spoke with no trace of an accent, no emotion, no expressions. It was terrifyingly unnerving.
Perhaps Lissie had been in so many terrifying situations that she simply stopped being scared and just started to feel dead inside. Chest heaving, she stared at Carolyn, trying to formulate a plan. When one did come, she was ready.
Lissie feigned left,right, then sprang out the door, Carolyn after her. She passed one girl in the hall.
"Get a professor, put the school on lockdown-" Lissie was screaming.
Carolyn grabbed her arm. "Winters. Where is she?"
Apparently someone was still talking into Carolyn' s earpiece, because she stared at Lissie in shock. "Holmes, you said? Holmes AND Winters? Are the others here yet?"
So they knew about Sherlock. Lissie sprinted into the nearest closet, and locked it, knowing that wouldn't buy her much time.
Then she climbed on the clothes rack, slid aside the ceiling panel, and climbed up into the ceiling, hoping to drop down into another room, find Brooke Winters, and get out of the way until help came.
Movies make things seem easier than they are. Wires and ductwork covered the crawlspace, and she had to go slowly, making sure she didn't crash through the ceiling at a wrong time. It was tedious work.
When she thought she might be over a classroom, she dropped down, sliding away the Styrofoam-like panel from it's metal frame.
Dropping down, she saw a shocked group of students and teachers. Brooke Winters, who was huddled in a corner, looked petrified.
"It's okay," Lissie said reassuringly. "Come with me, I've got to hide you."
"What do you know," sniffed Winters angrily, obviously afraid. "You're just a student."
"My father works with yours," Lissie said meaningfully. A gleam of in the other girl's eyes.
"Still, how could you know what to do?"
Lissie decided a Sherlock-style fib was in order. Glancing at the other students hastily, she leaned in and whispered to Brooke conspiratorially. "MI6 doesn't just hire adults." That much wasn't a lie.
"You're a youth agent?" Winter's demeanor changed. "My dad told me about the program! You guys are good!"
"The best," Lissie, said, cracking her gum and patting her hip as if she had a weapon. "Now come with me."
Oh, Lissie. :D
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