I am SOOOOO sorry for the going-on three week delay, to make up for it there will be another chapter posted within the next day or so. Hope you like this chapter!
Love BellaD
P.S. Please don't be too mad at me for what happens at the end of the chapter!

John's P.O.V.

I aimed my gun, tunnelling my vision until all I saw was my target. I waited until the perfect moment, feeling my heart pounding my chest. I released my pent up breath and shot, three hollow thuds echoed through the hall as my bullets hit their mark. A slightly vicious snarl curled about my lips as I assessed the damage . A single hole gaped in the heart of my target.

I was brusquely shocked out of the trance like state I was in by a scathing snort.
"Looks like ya' need some more practise mate"

I turned and gave the overweight-middle-aged man beside me a condescending look.
"And why is that?" I asked him, smiling slightly

"well, I heard ya' shoot three times din' I, an there's but one hit."

I looked at the single shot gracing the shooting range's paper target and raised an eyebrow as if surprised. The greasy fellow beside me smiled at his supposed victory. I made a big show of inspecting the paper on either side of my target, then pushed the sheet aside and peering at the wall behind, before answering.
"But, if I only hit my target once, where have the other two bullets gone?" Not bothering to wait for a response I turned on my heel and walked off. Leaving the meddling man to inspect the slight burn-marks where three bullets had shot through the single hole.

On my way back to the motel a car pulled up beside me. Black and sleek I did not need to check the licence plate to know which car this was.

At first I had thought it was a coincidence when I saw an official looking car follow me. Surely there were black Mercedes that didn't belong to Mycroft? However, as I memorised each number plate I noticed a pattern. There where only five plates, that systematically rotated. Checking for details now,as I had learned with Sherlock, I noticed a small scratch on the bumper, a single dent on the hood. This was the same car tracking me. Trying to out smart me. Yet underestimating me as police and criminals alike had done so often.

Honestly I was rather disappointed in Mycroft; for someone who had known me for so long he obviously thought very little of my skills.

I walked into an alley, knowing that Mycroft would proffer to pick me up somewhere secluded.

I parked my motorbike and walked towards the idling car. As I opened the door to the back seat two things hit me.

The first was the realisation that I had been right when I thought Mycroft couldn't be the only person to own a sleek black Mercedes; the second was the bullet hitting me square in the chest.

Thank you so much to Anon and Sharmini for reviewing (Sharmini the next chapter will surely please you). Thanks also to Lumoa for reviewing so regularly, I fixed the horrid 'waddaya' you pointed out I hope it's better now.

To 'You Suck' I did not mean that I will not update if I did not get 6 reviews, the emphasis was meant to be on the idea that the update would be more speedy. Although I would appreciate it if you would make any further complaints under your author name (assuming you have one) as I would have replied sooner if you had, your complaint is duly noted and I will henceforth cease "holding chapters hostage".

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xoxo BellaD