Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 40
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"I picked up a beautiful red rose. It pricked my finger. Suddenly I realized
it's deception. It drew me to it with its beauty. I never noticed the
danger."~ Freeman
Present Day
He observed Holmes and noticed that he was alone. That surprised the soldier. It also surprised the soldier that Holmes was on foot. The soldier had to hurriedly get out of his car and follow at a distance. Holmes rushed out of the building nearly tripping. Even injured, Holmes was deceptively quick on his feet.
Only one security detail was following him. So, thought the soldier, this was unplanned. The government agent seemed just as surprise as the soldier was that Holmes left the flat.
The agent had to jog a little to bring himself close enough to not lose Holmes. The soldier did not like surprises, and this was definitely a surprise. The streets were not as crowded now. He would have to be more careful of detection.
The soldier noticed that Holmes seemed unfocused. Usually, he had to be particularly cautious. Holmes was very alert normally and seemed to notice the slightest movement.
The soldier also had to watch the smaller man, Watson. Watson, the soldier concluded, was Holmes guard.
Watson, like Holmes, was also vigilant. He also, in addition, had a dangerous look, as if he would shoot anyone without a thought who threatened Holmes. He was surprised not to see the blond haired smaller man. Watson annoyingly never left the Consultant Detective's side.
The soldier smiled to himself, maybe this was an agreeable surprise after all.
As he followed at a distance, the soldier realized that Holmes was not only unfocused, he was not even paying attention to his surroundings. He just seemed to be driven.
The soldier knew that this was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. The boss wanted Sherlock alive. Something about information and wanting to hear him finally scream as he personally took Holmes' life.
The soldier shrugged as he threw the cigarette butt to the ground. Personally, the soldier would have liked two bullets to the abdomen. It was a very painful death.
It would amuse the soldier how they would thrash about screaming from the pain.
He supposed he could be merciful and shoot him painlessly in the head, two bullets. From what he had heard, the man had suffered enough. But, that was not his choice; he did as he was told.
He picked up his pace and cursed, how can Holmes possibly be so quick. It was good that he lifted weights and kept himself in good condition. The soldier took pride in the fact that his body was all muscle.
He almost crashed into a pedestrian as he suddenly slowed down. He nodded an apology to the startled women as he slowed more. Holmes seemed to come to himself. He looked around as if just now realizing where he was. He slowed more and walked into the park.
The park… close to dark… Holmes distracted… perfect. The soldier smiled as he caught his breath.
Kill the agent; quietly abduct Holmes at gunpoint, shoot him nonlethal if necessary.
The boss did not say he had to be uninjured.
This was going to be easy.
He pulled out another cigarette and struck a match. Orange pinpricks of light decorated the cigarette under the flame. The soldier blissfully inhaled the nicotine then exhaled slowly causing ribbons of swirling smoke to disperse in the air.
The soldier waited for the right moment.