Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 72
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Run like hell and get the agony over with." ~ Clarence DeMar
Present Day
Sherlock ran into the building shouting a warning as he went along. People, after a second of shock, started running out the building.
He searched but did not see Lestrade or Donovan. He saw a young officer running and grabbed him by the collar almost choking him accidentally. "Where's Lestrade?"
The young officer looked shocked and said nothing.
Sherlock shook him by the shoulders and asked again more forcefully.
"Lestrade!"
The young officer seemed to come to his senses, and stuttered, "D… D… Down the lower level east corner."
Sherlock nodded and let him go.
Sherlock ignored the elevator lift and ran down the stairs. He practically slammed his body through the door grimacing.
"Lestrade… Lestrade, answer damn it!" he heard footstep running toward him.
In Sherlock's mind, a mental clock was ticking, mocking him as it reminded him that time was against him.
Collin, Lestrade, and Donovan ran toward him.
"What the bloody hell is going on Sherlock?" Lestrade asked.
"Bomb, we have to get out." Sherlock rambled quickly.
Sherlock looked at the end of the open space, considering the stairs.
"We're not going to make it out." He was speaking aloud more to himself. Those standing close just happened to hear.
"Back way, follow me," Donovan said as she ran.
No one questioned her. Instead, four bodies ran for their lives.
Two officers were what it took to restrain John and keep him from physically running into the building. He curse, threatened, and begged to be let go, but they held him tightly.
Everyone had been pushed back to a safe distance.
John's struggling abruptly stopped.
He was suddenly released as bodies dropped to the ground, ran backwards, or covered their faces reflectively with their arms as a roaring sound reverberated through the air.
John did none of that, he only stared in disbelief as smoke ascended from windows. Windows that within a second had cracked then splintered outward by the utter force of rapidly moving air. Then the ground shook briefly, everyone felt it stop except John.
For John the ground was still shaking.
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