Disclaimer: You now the routine, I don't own any characters, the book, etcetera, etcetera. Anthony Horowitz does. OK?
By the way I live in Scotland and I've never been to any actual places that will appear in this story, so if the place I mention is nothing like the actual place, sorry, I tried.
Scarlett And Richard
It was dark outside as Richard slammed the door shut behind him. He looked around him, and then let out a sigh of relief. The church of St Meredith's, in London.
Silently thanking God no-one was here to see him, Richard checked Scarlett's condition, which turned out to be really bad. He picked her up and ran as fast as he could outside into the alleyway that ran behind the church and sat Scarlett on the ground.
"HELP! Somebody help me! Call an ambulance! Help!" Richard shouted at the top of his voice. People started sprinting down the alley from the busy streets at either end. It worked just as he had planned it. As soon as he was surrounded by people, the Old Ones couldn't do anything. Their base in Hong Kong was one thing, but they hadn't taken over London. Yet.
"Where is she?" a voice demanded. The crowd parted to let through two paramedics, carrying a stretcher. They carefully adjusted her on the stretcher and turned to Richard.
"Do you know her?" one man asked.
"Yes" Richard said. "Her name is Scarle- Carly. Carly… Anderson."
Richard could phone the Nexus, the strange group of millionaires and political people that existed to help the Five. Richard didn't know exactly what they would do, but it would be much better to involve them than not. He sat with his head in his hands, with the sirens ringing blurrily in his head.
"Is she going to be OK?" Richard asked quietly.
"Although it is hard to tell at this moment in time… I think Carly's chances are looking quite good." said one of the doctors, starting to wheel Scarlett into the hospital.
"Can I make a phone call?" Richard asked at the reception desk.
"Of course, Sir. They're just around the corner" she said.
Richard took the phone number out of his pocket.
"Hello? It's Richard"
"Richard! Where are you? Is everyone OK?" a voice he recognised as Nathalie Johnson asked.
"Scarlett and I are at St Thomas' Hospital in London." Richard said tiredly. "They think she's going to be OK…"
"What's happened to her? Or the others?" she said, sounding alarmed.
"She got shot. And I don't know about the others, we got separated." Even Richard heard the helplessness in his voice as he told the story.
Now all he could to was sit and wait.
