He knelt in the darkened room, hands pressing into the floor, praying that the boards would give way and he could simply fall out of here. Anything, he prayed, anything to get me away from the master.

The back of his shirt was torn open, revealing long, pink gashes that stood out, vibrant against his skin. He had been attacked upon arrival, a symbol of his failure. And how badly he had failed; he had not killed Watson or the woman. He had not destroyed the will of Sherlock Holmes; worse, he had been detected on the job and now he had to face the penalties.

A door behind him was thrown open, and he saw his own shadow play in front of him in the light from the hallway. He did not turn; he only listened to the footsteps as they entered the room, shut the door and locked it, sealing them both in the dark prison. The fear poured off of him in waves. He was a warrior of the Vipers; he did not show fear ever, and yet the sight of his master made him quake where he stood.

Then a voice spoke, high and cold. Master spoke in Viper's native tongue, the Indonesian flying out, fast and sharp.

"Anda telah gagal saya."

(You have failed me)

"Menguasai"

(Master)

"Kita tidak memiliki ruang untuk kegagalan sekarang. saya mengatakan kepada Anda untuk membunuh mereka. saya mengatakan kepada Anda untuk melukai Sherlock Homles. Anda gagal. sehingga Anda tahu apa yang saya harus lakukan."

(We do not have room for failure now. I told you to kill them. I tell you to hurt Sherlock Holmes. You fail. So you know what I should do.)
"Master, silahkan, tidakda"

(Master, no please…)

apakah kamu sudah berdoa, ular?

(Have you prayed, snake?)

He closed his eyes.

terima kasih atas informasi Anda. Anda telah sangat bermanfaat. Anda telah membantu tujuan mulia

"Thank you for your information. You've been very beneficial. You've helped a noble cause."

The bang of the gun echoed down the hallways.

The Vipers body lay on the ground before the master's feet. With a grunt, the body was kicked aside, the door was swung open, and the door shut. The Viper was useless; no reason to leave the mark on his body.

So, Sherlock Holmes had won this round. He had escaped unharmed, and the Viper's had lost their best assassin. Still, this information was very interesting. The idea that Sherlock might have found another woman… now that was something worth considering.

Because if Holmes had found himself a lover, then he had carved himself a weak point.

The master smiled. Holmes was dancing all over again, and this time the show would end with a bang.

This time they would watch Holmes burn. There would be no more mistakes.

Special thanks to Google translate, I couldn't have done this half a chapter without you.