Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty-five
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
He looked out the window as he closed the door to the car. A chilly day he thought as he picked up his phone. The man was a soldier for hire and use to discipline. Yet, he could not seem to stop smoking. It was his job to keep an eye on the troublesome detective Holmes. There was no movement. Holmes never left the apartment. Now suddenly, Holmes was running around from place to place with two men accompanying him.
He inhaled the last part of his cigarette then opened the door a crack to throw the bud of the cigarette on the road.
They were at Green's house now. Their contact had warned him. His boss would not like this. He cursed and closed his eyes. Sighing he opened them and resume his surveillance.
Holmes was outside now and talking to the smaller man. He was taught to observe closely. Although not obvious, they were having a small disagreement. He could tell by the stiffness of the body of the blonde haired smaller one.
He looked closer. The smaller one was walking away to a car where a larger graying man was waiting. The graying man must be the Inspector he decided. He walked with a calm authority.
There was something about the smaller man that bothered the soldier.
The soldier looked at the smaller man and frowned.
The smaller man was a combatant; he was a soldier too. He had seen the battlefield. He also seemed to be within a few feet of Holmes at all times. He would have to watch him. Maybe his boss would agree to have him shoot the smaller man.
A bullet in the head solves many problems. But of course, it creates some as well, especially if you are trying to be invisible. The soldier smiled while deciding if he should have another cigarette.
He observed Holmes, he was alone now looking in the direction of the little man. He had only seen him for the first seven days after he was captured, after that he was reassigned. However, he heard of what had happened after he left.
The soldier glanced at his jacket pocket.
No, he decided, he would wait for another cigarette. He turned his consideration back to Holmes.
He looked at Holmes closely.
He was surprised to see he was not still recovering. Here Holmes was walking around fine… but wait …, he just stopped suddenly and held his side. The shine on his neck, sweat? It was hard to tell from this distance. Holmes was in pain, and trying to hide it.
Holmes was a strong one. Good, this fact would make it more interesting, he thought.
The soldier would have thought Holmes was closer to death than life the week he left, when she, finished with him. Except… those eyes defiant, full of fire. He knew then what many of his comrades did not recognize, including that idiot Novák . Holmes was a survivor. It was eighteen days ago now, since his escape. Holmes would have made a good soldier.
Novák was Holmes main guard. The man was not completely professional. He could only imagine what he did when no one was looking. The soldier smiled again.
He knew they should have just killed him two bullets to the chest, but the bosses wanted information. The soldier shrugged to himself. Well, he thought, it was the boss's party he should be able to choose the cake.
Holmes was almost to the car now. The soldier would follow behind the government car. Really, did they always have to have black cars? The solder chucked to himself. The phone rang and he spoke in Czech. "Yes, he got to her … (pause)… What are your orders…" the solder started his car as his smile widened.