It was one big blur.
As John Watson came round the corner at the same time Sherlock Holmes was going around the other corner of the wall to the hall that leads to the door to the room where Sebastian Moran and Alexander Flames were meeting.
They were so close, if they had just been a second fast, John Watson would have seen his friend, his best friend was still alive.
But fate had other plans, just as they both were about to round the corner Alexander Flames opened the door right in front of John Watson's face.
John froze like a deer caught in a car's headlights. He stopped himself just in time before slamming into the door, and slowly began backing away from the door.
William Andrews was just about to round the corner as well when he saw the situation. He grabbed John from behind his collar and pulled him back without making a sound.
It was all a big blur.
As Sherlock was about to come around the corner the room slammed opened blocking his view and would be reunion.
As the door flew open he backed back behind the corner and watched as Sebastian Moran and Alexander Moran excited the room.
"Once Mr. Tomarus gives the announcement that will give my men the signal. My men will proceed and do as you have asked. But, I should warn you Mr. Moran, if you don't keep up your end of the deal there will be...consequences."
Said a gruff voice which they figured belonged to Mr. Flames.
"I wouldn't worry about me, you should watch out for yourself. I'd keep away from the Yard if I were you. Trying to play them out like that will only draw their attention in areas we don't want noticed. Honestly, you're just as obsessed as my last boss, not that you're anything like him."
This seemed to offend Mr. Flames. To most in the criminal world, it was no secret who Moran worked for.
"Obsessed with what? And what do mean 'not anything like him'. Who you once worked for is the world's worst kept secret. So don't try and play me like that."
Sebastian rolled him eyes.
"With Sherlock Holmes, he's dead, everyone knows that. There's no way he could have survived that drop. And if he did...I'll kill him. You're no criminal mastermind Flames, don't get to prideful, that will be your biggest mistake. One that will cost you everything if anyone catches one."
With that said Moran began to walk off down the hall towards the way Sherlock would have come from.
When Sherlock first realized they were coming out from the room he darted back down the hallway he came from and away from the door and even further away from John. He found the car Mycroft had spoken of and got into the back seat.
"What happened?" Mycroft boomed into the ear piece, "You were out my view for about 10 5 minutes. Sherlock Holmes you'd had been not messed up."
"They almost saw me. They didn't, but it was close. They came out of the room sooner than expected, looked like they came to an agreement on whatever they were discussing rather quickly."
I deep, heavy, stress with sigh was heard on the other end. They both knew that now they had to act fast, it was only a matter of time before Moran found out Sherlock was still alive and Mycroft couldn't keep funding Sherlock forever. This had to end and it they both it was going to very soon.
"I'll kill him!"
John Watson and William Andrews stood behind their corner listen to Mr. Flames and another man addressed as "Moran". John was sure he had heard that name before.
But that one line sent shivers down his spine. Why did this Moran hate Sherlock so much? And who did he previously work for? His words sounded sure that Sherlock was dead, but there was doubt in his voice.
It was like a glimmer of light in a dark cave for John. But he soon put it out, for if it was one thing John hated, it was false hope.
As John listened he heard Mr. Moran leave and Flames go back into the room.
"Now's are chance!" William whispered to John.
"First we need to find evidence!" John whispered back.
When the coast was clear John and William went over to door.
The door to the room had a small plastic window that could fit at least one head. John peered into the window and saw Alexander sitting in a chair watching the match. John had hoped they would been able to gather soon evidence before Mr. Tomarus made the announcement, but in less than 10 minutes the announcement would be made, he had until than to find something that could prove Mr. Flames was 'The White Flame'.
As placed his ear up against the door, he heard Mr. Flames phone got off.
"Hello? Yes Debbie. What? No. Just want sure they're ready when they get the signal. No you listen to me! I'm up to neck with the Scotland Yard, they already suspect me and it's only a matter of time before they caught on and find something to pin on me! Yeah, well you should have said that BEFORE we killed the first guy!"
With that he hung up and went back to watching the match.
John gave a smirk of a smile and looked down in his at the recorder. He turned and nodded to William and began to walk back the way they came.
"Alright Lestrade," John said into an ear piece, "I just got him admitting he was the killer!"
"Ok Sher- William, let's get out of here before we're caught!"
The two began to speed walk away from the door and were almost out of the building when two heavy hands grabbed both William and John's shoulders.
"What do we have here? Scum from the Yard?"
"Thank you Reggie, that will be enough." Said a dreadfully familiar voice.
Both William and John turned their necks the best they could to turn and see who it was, although just by his voice they already knew who it was. "I'm sorry sir, but I think you've mistaken us from someone us. We were just here to watch the match, but my friend got a call that his sister is in the hospital, and I'm his ride."
Alexander Flames gave an amuse laugh. "If it were not for the fact that I just saw and heard you two running away from my door, I would believe you. I'm sorry; I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Alexander Flames, this is Reggie, my right hand man and my representative."
"Nice to meet you both I'm sure!" John said struggling to get out of Reggie's grip, "Now if you don't mind, do you think you could have Reggie here unhand us?"
"Of course. But first," Reggie said as he began to search John's pockets. "Ah! Here we are!" He said taking out the recorder.
"That's not yours and If you don't give that back I'm going to have to call the-"
But before John could finish his sentence Alexander took the recorder handed it to Reggie who snapped it in half.
"Oops! Sorry about that." He said handing it back to John, who he then grabbed by the collar and brought up close to his face.
"If you utter but one word about this to the Scotland Yard of any authority of any kind, I will personally make sure you will never be able to utter another word again!"