Tonight was the night, John was going to sneak into the wrestling match and find and somehow get proof that Alexander Flame was 'The White Flame'. It was all set up, Mr. Tomarus, the speaker, was going to announcement the 'The White Flame' had told him to make, Mr. Howard was going to lose the match, and John was going be watch Alexander Flames the whole time. Lestrade, Donavon and few other men were waiting outside for the signal from John. As John walked past the concession stand, we saw there were two men working it.
They were both around the same age; one was a blonde, the other a black haired. They were both in their late twenties, one was heavier built than the other and one was paler than the other. But these two were very different, the blond, smaller and tanner one was a here because it was his part time job to help pay for college. The black haired, heavier build, paler one was an undercover cop from the Yard here because he was back up in case anything went wrong.
From his seat in the he could a private room with a glass window looking down into the arena. The undercover cop, whose name was Patrick, had found out that that was the room reserved for Mr. Flames.
As John sat he began to shake his leg nervously, he looked up and smiled as William Andrews sat next to him.
"Ready?" William asked him, who sounded equally nervous, perhaps even more.
"As ready as I'll ever be." John replied, now all that was left was to wait.
With his hair still dyed and still wearing the colored contact lenses, Sherlock Holmes a sat opposite from the room that Mr. Flames and Mr. Moran would be. Little did he know that his close and only friend John Watson as sitting right underneath the room in the seating area in the arena.
Sherlock was wearing a pair of dark black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a dark green hoodie. He kept the hood on to hide the fact that he was also wearing an ear piece that looked much like a Bluetooth.
"Remember Sherlock, you're in public, if you do anything that might create a scene and everything will be in vain."
"You don't have to keep reminding me!"
"Don't speak! People will look at you!"
Mycroft sat impatiently in his office, there was still a good 20 minutes still the match started. Mycroft had been so wrapped up with Sherlock and work and keeping tabs on everyone that he hadn't been updating himself on the case that John was on. If he had he would have sent one of his men to the match instead of Sherlock. For if Moran saw both his and Sherlock together in the same arena, one of them would surely die.
Mycroft typed on his computer and pulled up the live footage on the CCTV camera's in the arena. One by one he began to scan the area.
Oh.
Oh no.
"Sherlock Holmes get out of there now! Go outside and wait for my car to come and pick you up!"
He tarred away from his phone and yelled for his PA,
"GET LESTRADE ON THE PHONE NOW!"
He put his phone back up to his ear just in time to heat Sherlock response.
"Mycroft have you gone mad! I'm not leaving till I've got Moran!"
"Sherlock listen, John Watson in among the people in the crowd...and he seems to be sitting next to someone who looks exactly like you! Just go get in the backseat of the car and wait till I tell you so. I'm getting Lestrade on the other line and getting both John and the other man out now. So if you will cooperate I promise you, we will get Moran!"
Sherlock didn't move, instead he scanned over the crowd and his eyes stopped where John was sitting next to a men who look almost exactly like him! Sherlock didn't know the full details about the case John was on, but for him to go to such extremes must have meant it was things were very bad.
"Sherlock!" Mycroft's voice boomed over piece. Sherlock went to go stand up, but...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS! HEEEEERRRRREEEESSSS KKKIIILLLEEERRR!" the announcer said over the speakers.
"Sorry Mycroft, too late." Sherlock said quietly into the earpiece. He looked up, and sure enough he saw Alexander Flames and Sebastian Moran shaking hands than taking their seats.
John and William nearly jumped out of their seats when Mr. Tomarus's voice boomed over the unnecessarily loud speakers. This was it, no turning back.
Sherlock watched as John whispered something into the other-Sherlock's ear. This one time and this one time only Sherlock would admit it, he was jealous.
John was on case, from the looks of it a very exciting case, with someone else and from the way John was getting up and pushing through the crowds, something was about to happen.
Sherlock got up and headed towards the exit. No doubt that John was on his way to the room where Alexander was, and incontinently, the same room Sebastian Moran just happens to be in as well.
Sherlock knew that the only way for them to get out of this with everyone safe was to get to the room first and keep John out. What if Flames had reviled that John and 'Sherlock' were already on his case? Everything seemed to be slowly coming apart. His only opinion was to get to the room first.
William sat in his in the arena and awaited his cue. John was to go up the door give a quick signal, than William was to wait 4 minutes than follow John up to the room. John had given him the signal and William had been waiting 2 minutes. His leg was shaking and he began to tap his fingers on his knee. He had never been more nervous in his entire life.
William was new to the theater world. He had been in small plays all during school; he was always the star in every play he had been in up till he went to the University. He started out small but slowly made his way to being the star in the show they did his last year. He had gotten a job in America once him and his wife were settled and had been in a couple shows.
But now things were different, if he failed this we wouldn't get a bad grade, or lose his job or anything. No, the consequences were much worse. People could die, even himself, if he failed.
The 4 minutes were up.
As he rose out of his seat, he looked up, Alexander was talking with someone and it seemed things weren't going as planned. The two looked like they were nearly yelling at each other. They both relaxed in their and began to talking in a more business matter, but it was obvious that whatever it was they were arguing about was still lingering in the air.
When he finally reached the spot where he was suppose to meet John, he heard a someone gasp. As he peered his head around the corner, his eyes first went on John. John was nearly trembling, not out of fear, but as if he was doing all he could to contain himself. He then looked at the man in front of John.
Oh.