Hey, long time. So I finally decided to get back on my iPad and look at my stories and thought I should do another chapter. Well I have plenty excuses I could use but I won't say any a just get on with the story.
Previously:
"Jarvis, where is Holmes? What happened after she left the kitchen?" I hear a voice ask.
Holmes had gone to the roof of the building. It would seem that something had caught her eye down in the streets. She then ran down all flights of stairs until she reached ground level. Three minutes after, she returned to the building with a man. They took the back way to this floor and left a message for everyone, commanded myself not to report it while the man smashed the tablet from Master Stark. They then left the building and I could no longer track them.
We all sit in a stunned silence.
"Could you pull up a picture of the man?" Jenifer asks.
An image of a man appears on a holo screen.
"Wait a minute. That's the lawyer, Jaccob Viron." Cam says.
"No. That's Lord Ikrum." Lestrade says.
"Who?" Jamie asks.
"A very dangerous man. We've been trying to catch him for many months. And now, he has Holmes." I voice my reply.
Holmes POV
I sit staring out the window, the scenery moving by as a flash. By now it's just fields. I wouldn't have been able to keep track anyhow, I don't know what it was, but they managed to drug me. I don't feel anything, all my senses numbed. It's strange, your only feeling being that of peace. I can't remember when or even how I got in this car. All I can sort out from my thoughts is that this is wrong. These are not good people.
"Just how long has it been Holmes? Three months?"
I manage to turn my head towards to the voice. My brain slowly registers through the fog that the voice belongs to Lord Ikrum. I give him a blank stare, trying to register his question.
"…Two and a half." I mumble looking out the window again.
"Ah, I see you're not completely lost."
There's another long pause before I manage to say, almost incoherently,
"What, drug?"
"Even in your state you're still evermore curious, aren't you?" He says turning my head back to face him.
I look him straight in the eye. I have a feeling it does nothing but make me look stupid.
"That look is very unbecoming of you Holmes."
I was right.
"You must forgive me for what will happen next. You will have to be forced unconscious for the rest of the time until you are at the compound." He says placing a mask over his face and giving a nod to someone in the front seat.
I hear a hiss. I slowly start to close my eyes, not trying to fight it. My eyes seal shut and I become oblivious to the outside world, except some sounds.
Lestrade's POV
"What do we do?" Luca asks.
"What can we do?" I restate.
"Not much really." Watson says.
"Hill." One word leaves my mouth.
"What?" Jamie asks.
"How does that help you?" Cam asks right after Jamie.
"Hill can help. We just have to call her!" Watson says catching my thoughts.
"You mean, Deputy Director Hill? That Hill? Hate to say it but, she doesn't really get along well with teenagers. After having to train us, even though we chose to be dancers instead." Jamie says.
"How could you call her anyway? You'd have to call S.H.I.E.L.D. then go through many operators to be hung up on." Cam says.
"Not necessarily. She gave us her number, for emergencies." I reply.
"How do you know it works?" Jen asks calmly.
"We call her at least once a week, just to talk." Watson mumbles.
"Okay? Ignoring that fact, how do you have her number?" Cam asks with a weird look.
"She looked after us when we first arrived in your time." I reply.
"She was the one who had to look after us when we woke up." Watson finishes.
I dial Hill's number as everyone else continues to talk amongst themselves.
"Hill."
"It's Lestrade. We have a slight problem."
"And just what would that be?"
"Holmes. She's gone. Taken. Kidnapped. Watson and I can't find her and I don't know what to do!"
"Calm down Lestrade."
"You try having a close friend, almost sister, be taken by the very same man you've been hunting for so long and staying calm about the whole damn situation." I growl, trying to calm my nerves again.
With Holmes being with Lord Ikrum though, it's hard to stay calm. What was he doing to her right now?
"What can I do?" Hill sighs on the other side of the connection.
"Jamie can send you what information we have. I have to disconnect shortly to continue the investigation, only contact us when you have any information. We can not afford to waste time communicating over the telephone lines." I explain quickly.
I disconnect the phone call shortly afterwards and continue trying to find my friend.
Several hours later, the Avengers and the other halves of the twins, along with the third set, all find us trying to find out why we haven't left Jenifer's room. Once the situation has been explained to everyone, we work the rest of the day and somewhat into the night searching for Holmes.
Time flew by. What felt like a few minutes, was really a few hours. I noticed people starting to nod off and scramble to find a device with the time, finally finding my phone in my pocket; 11:57PM, we spent all day searching for a clue to find Holmes and now most everyone is asleep just Watson, Jamie and I. Not long after I feel myself nodding off; and soon, I'm enveloped by darkness.
I feel myself being shaken awake.
"Lestrade, I've found something. Come on, let's go!" Watson whisper-yells in my ear.
I swat at his face, the words not registering fully yet.
"I think I've found Holmes!" He tries again.
That caught my attention.
"Why didn't you say so you idiot! Let's go!" I say running out of the room.
Holmes POV
My mind groggy, I slowly open my eyes. I'm immediately greeted by the sight of vials and syringes right I front of my face. I turn my head to the left to look at the celling. White drop down tiles, maybe five feet above me. Rotating my head further to the left, I see white walls covered in grime and mystery liquids that I care not to know. Looking back to the celling, I manage to lift my head slightly and look down at my body. I'm lying on a table, oddly enough, I'm not strapped down, but my clothes have been changed to all white. The table has a thin cushion, I notice as I swing my legs over the edge. The top of the table is three feet from the ground, so I still have to hop down.
Once off the table, I survey the room again. Taking a deep breath, I notice is smells like a lew that has not been cleaned in ages, mixed with the tangy smell of old blood. That must be the mystery liquid covering the walls. I cautiously take a step forward, suddenly, my foot is enveloped by a cool, squishy liquid; and looking down, I see I have no footwear, only white socks now tinged purple by whatever the liquid is.
Attempting to get over how appalled I am currently at the moment, I keep my eyes on the floor as I walk over to a wall and, to my own great discomfort, start feeling through the mystery liquid, old and new, for a door. I can not see one in the room, but how else was I put in here. I end up walking all the way over to the opposite wall while feeling for anything like a door. Finally, my hands find a crease in the wall. Unfortunately, I do not know how I could possibly open the door from this side.
As I'm feeling for a way, the door quickly swings in towards me. Trying to step back quickly, I slip on the slime covered floor, staining my outfit purple.
"Well well, and just what might we have here?" Ikrum sneers at me from above. "You must know that you can not even pull a successful escape attempt in your condition Holmes."
I level a glare at him, keeping silent.
As much as I hate to admit it, he is correct. I would not be able to do anything currently.
"Keeping silent will not help anyone here. Now, why don't you tell me everything you know about your 'little case' and I might be able to let you live." He says.
I continue to glare at him.
"Holmes, come now, do you not ever wish to see your dear father again?" He mocks.
Finally I cave.
"Not if it means loosing to the likes of you." I growl, picking myself up off the floor.
"The likes of me?! There is no one else like me! I can not be compared you insolent brat!" He yells from above, looming over me like a tall, dark shadow.
Honestly, I'm quite scared at this point. I'm currently at the mercy of a very powerful criminal I have been chasing for so long. Still, I keep my face as devoid of emotion as I can and stare defiantly at him, pulling myself to my full height. I now fight with the only thing I have left, sarcasm.
"Hate to break in it to you, but your not the biggest, baddest wolf out there now. You're more like a helpless little puppy lost in the street, trying to find his way."
As I finish my jibe, I hear a scream down the hall. A scream I am all too familiar with.
"This, 'little puppy', can turn into your worst nightmare fairly quickly. That must be my scientists testing on your little friends now." He says smugly.
Shock. That's all a feel for a moment. How long was I out? Did he go back for Watson and Lestrade?
"You bastard!" I yell in fury, lunging at him.
Unfortunately, that lunge took up all that was left of my strength.
He easily punches me, sending my body to the ground. He kicks me a couple times to make sure I don't get back up and mutters to someone as he leaves the room. I feel myself being picked up and set back on the table, this time strapped down. I can feel the needles slowly entering my arms and chest. I feel the excruciating pain as if someone took a red-hot, dull knife and was trying to cut me open. I could feel fire coursing through the my veins, hot and molten. I can hear my screams, endless and filled with pain. Never ending pain. The scientists try keeping me awake, and are successful for so long. Eventually and thankfully I do slip into the dark oblivion of a pain filled sleep.
When I wake once again, I am alone, this time I'm still strapped to the table. I struggle for a while, not knowing when the people would come back. Finally I free one hand and work quickly to free myself. Once off the table I dash, slipping and sliding along the way, to where the door is. I work frantically, trying to find a way to open the door, but to no avail.
The door swings open so suddenly I'm knocked back.
"Need some help there?" Watson asks, helping me up.
"Oh, this is perfect. The great Holmes, defeated by a door!" Lestrade laughs behind Watson.
"Oi, shut it! I would have gotten it. I'm not a damsel in distress." I mutter.
I push past the guys, slightly wobbly.
"Are you purple?" Lestrade asks when he calms down.
"Yeah, I'm not quite sure what it is but its all over the floor and I happened to be on the ground a lot." I reply. "But that's not important right now. We need to get out of here."
I start walking randomly down a hall, much cleaner than the room I was kept in. We approach a corner and I stop to look around the edge. I see two guards and signal to Lestrade. We tell Watson to wait while we get close to attack. Due to my loss of strength, I take the smaller guard while he's facing the opposite way. I jump up and lock my arms around his neck from behind. Immediately he starts struggling and thrashing around with me attached. I can hear the sounds of Lestrade attacking the other man, but I can't afford to focus on or worry about Lestrade right now.
I put all my strength into tightening my hold. He starts to slow down and finally comes to a stop. I wait just a little longer before I let go of his neck and disarm him. I'm now in possession of two pistols, a taser, and four knives. Lestrade passes one of his three pistols to Watson but keeps his three knives. As we move along the hallways, we disarm more guards and collect more injuries.
Now I have three pistols, seven knives and just the one taser. Lestrade also has three pistols, along with eight knives, two tasers, and five extra clips. Watson has two pistols, four knives, two tasers, and three extra clips.
As we are about to even out our weapons, an alarm blares throughout the compound. The three of us share a look then take off down the hall tithe left of us. Eventually we come to a small lounge area and are immediately surrounded by guards. We stand still, not quite sure what we should do, until one of the guards steps forward.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I call out.
He steps closer again.
I aim the gun as he takes his third step.
"Take one more step and I'll fire!" I yell over the blaring alarm.
He moves to take another step and I slowly squeeze the trigger. I hit his shoulder, disabling him. Unfortunately, my shot causes everyone to fire and forces us to take cover behind some chairs, returning fire when we can. I stop hiding and jump out from behind the chair and as I run around the room I empty the clip. I'm not sure how long this goes on for but I'm soon out of ammo.
I take cover behind one of the pillars as a hail of bullets streams after me.
Luca's POV
I wake with a start at 4 AM. I look around me and notice something disturbing, Watson and Lestrade are gone. I give a cry of surprise for no real reason but it jolts everyone else awake.
"What? What happened!?" Damion yells.
"Watson and Lestrade are gone." I say.
"What?" Steve asks.
"Uh, I'm pretty sure I know where they are." Jamie pipes up.
"Where?" I hop over the couch next to her.
"This factory. Upstate, closer to Canada." She replies.
"Then let's go!" I say jumping up.
"You guys are staying here. We don't need anything to happen to any of you." Dad says.
"We can help." Cam says.
"How? None of you are agents." Tony points out.
"We were trained as agents." I say.
"And our flexibility could come in handy as well, if we need to fight." Ethan says.
"Listen, there's no time to argue." Jenifer says.
"Right. The more time we spend here, the less likely those three will be alive." Sàràh says bluntly.
"And you'll just waste time arguing with us. We'll follow you anyway." Damion replies smugly.
"They've got plenty of points. I say we let them come along." Mom says after a moments silence.
She gets a lot of looks from everyone, but she just sends back a death glare and we all look away.
"Alright, everyone to the vehicles!" Tony says loudly, trying to deflect the tension.
We all head down to the garage and everyone piles into a few different cars. I jump on my sleek, black Moto Guzzi Norge with the stock panniers taken off to make it more stream line. I start the bike and listen as the V-twin engine roar to life. I tear out the exit before the other cars leave the garage. Looking back in my stock mirrors I can see the other vehicles swirling through traffic, much the same as myself.
I'm not sure how long it took, but the factory comes into view and I put on an extra burst of speed. Once I come to a complete stop I dismount my bike. I wait for the others to get out of the cars. Steve decides that Jenifer, Tànne, Jamie, and Ethan will go with Tony, Thor and Bruce to the east side and Sàràh, Damion, Cam and myself will be with Steve himself and my mother and father in the west side.
Not long after we enter the factory, a shrill alarm sounds through the whole complex. Over the sound of the alarm, I hear a single gun shot. A moment of quiet then, the sound of several guns. We run to the source of the noise.
We peak into a room that appears to be a lounge in a fire fight. I look around the room quickly. Watson is ducking behind a chair a few feet from Lestrade who's hiding behind another chair. I see Holmes run out from behind one of the pillars even though she's still being shot at.
"Lestrade!" She yells as I see him toss her something small and black.
A fresh clip.
She reloads a gun and takes aim. She takes nine quick shots; all disabling, none of them being kill shots.
The three of them work fast like a well oiled machine.
"Holmes!" Lestrade warns a moment too late.
She doesn't have enough time to move and just braces herself. The next moment she's gone and the bullets pass where she was previously.
"Holmes!" Lestrade calls desperately, standing up quickly.
Quite a few guns trained on him and he turns dark. Like really dark. The bullets fired at him pass through as if he was a shadow.
"I'm still here!" I hear Holmes call out before I see her again.
She slowly fades back. At this moment everyone runs in to help the trio.
So, another chapter done. Sorry for the wait. Leave reviews if ya want and stuff. Bye!