Chapter 19
Four Minutes
Sherlock and John stared at each other when Page finished telling them what really happened. Sherlock was thinking, his mind whirling around at all the little details. Half an hour...half an hour until they come back for her. His eyes flew towards the clock on the wall...four minutes. She had four minutes. They had to get her out of here...fast! "John hurry, we have four minutes!" Sherlock yelled taking hold of Page's hands and pulling her up. John jumped up and quickly stared out the window.
"It's too late Sherlock, there already here." He whispered in shock pulling the blinds back down again. Outside, a large black car waited, it's headlights still on. It was dark outside, and cold. Without anymore warning, they heard it. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs outside on the landing. Page shot a frightened look at Sherlock, though he ignored her and braced himself.
"You're going to have to trust me, both of you. There are two men making their way up the stars right now!" He snapped raising his hands. Both John and Page huddled together and kept silent as they listened to Sherlock. "Page, tell them that were out and that's why you haven't yet shot me, John go into the kitchen...now." He hissed and John rushed into the kitchen. "Trust me on this ok." Sherlock nodded at Page and darted into the kitchen behind John and they each waited for them to arrive. Then the door bolted open and Page spun around to face two men in black suits, both carrying guns. Page stared at them and took a deep breath.
"Is he dead?" One of them grunted. Page replied with a strong "NO" and breathed out. Sherlock and John stood very still and very quiet in the kitchen, listening to everything. "Get her." The man shouted and Page stayed silent as they dragged her out of 221B.