Chapter 21: A Shot For Sergeant Donovan~
It was in that same moment that several things happened at once.
Mary had made her way to the control room,and Jim, knowing he'd been beaten, had knocked her to the side,and torn threw to the other room. John 's phone flew out of her hand in the process,and shattered on the floor,and so she lost contact with Nigel. But the good thing about her being an agent is even under extreme stress, she could remember the numbers. It would take her a while, but she wouldn't need the lights...
Except she didn't have a while.She could already see Sherlock ,fighting against his bonds, trying to see the machine more clearly, truly in a full-blown panic attack now, disappearing closer and closer into the jaws of the fire. She'd have to find the keypad in the dark.
Mycroft had gone outside, to direct traffic of the police. He shouted to the SWAT team Greg had brought, and was leading:
"Lights, now!"
And several gun-mounted lights came on.
"Follow me, over here's where they're needed!"Mycroft cried, directing them to Mary.
Greg followed, but stopped, frozen in fear, when he heard Sherlock cry out, because he was already suffering under the heat of the hell-like flames.
But Donovan's attention was drawn to where John and Moriarty rolled on the floor. John's camera tazer was just zapping Jim, who screamed,and knocked it away. The comb- knife lay broken, and so did the pen.
But John was getting the upper hand, until Jim pulled off his belt,and started to stangle him with it.
The only thing that kept John from blacking out was the blood-curdling cry he heard,and knew had to be Sherlock. Then a more heart-wrenching sound signaled from that direction, telling him he was alive, but in great pain. Oh, God, John couldn't think, couldn't fight-had to get to him.
Sally had aimed just right. When John stopped stuggling Jim stopped moving, and she slowly squeezed the trigger, not able to breathe.
It hit Jim right in the hip,and blew him across the room.
John sat up, tearing the belt off like it were a dead worm, coughing.
"GO!"Sally shouted, indicating the chambers.
Mary shouted, "I got it ,I got it!"
The track stopped, but Sherlock was suddenly screaming ,hysterically.
"Oh,God, it stopped with him inside the chamber." Greg groaned.
"But it stopped the system's flame throwers for right now,- he's either just -understandably- terrified, or the pain's not coming from being on fire-so we still have time!"Mary gasped.
John had come running,and heard it all.
Mycroft nodded, "It's some chemical, that reacts to heat- Moriarty showered him with it, before he started the -uh-the thing..."
"Right!"Greg cried, on a mission to find where ever Sally's bullet had taken Jim off to.
"John, you know what you gotta do..." he said, as he passed him.
"God ,yes!" he cried, and took off running.
John knew what it was to be trapped in a fire. He held his breath.
Told you I was gonna save you,didn't I? No way you're dying like this-not on my watch! his thoughts gasped.
Not caring that it would break at least half his ribs, John slammed full-speed straight through the metal doors,and right to where Sherlock convulsed, reacting at last to the poison.
John closed his eyes, trying to ignore the chamber, which was too horrible for description. He reached up,and patted Sherlock's leg.
"Don't worry, gonna get you down..."
He leaned out the hole he'd created,
"THE CUFFS!"
"Right!"Mary called back, "I need a phone, need a code for the cuffs..."
"Or we can get it out of HIM!"Greg cried, hauling Jim to the key pad by the throat.
"HURRY, THE SHOOTERS!" John cried, hearing them beginning to charge...