Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 98
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"The difference between the impossible and the possible lies in a person's determination." ~
Tommy Lasorda
Present Day
Němec's driver, saw the ambulance turn into the alley but it was so sudden and unexpected that he could do nothing about it. He had to pass, back up, and then entered the alley.
The figure of a man was seen running away from the ambulance.
They were both stunned for a moment then a curse was heard from Němec. A car door opened and closed in the back as Němec ran after the figure, gun in hand.
The driver ran up to his associates in the ambulance.
One of the wounded soldiers in the ambulance was speaking angrily, one looked unconscious another was heavily bleeding and would soon be unconscious. The soldier in the front seat was already dead. The driver took out his gun, pointing.
The angry soldier with the leg wound eyes became wide.
The driver looked. These were the people that he had worked with for years. One even owed him money. He knew the police would probably find the ambulance within the hour and there was no safe way to get the bleeding and dying men out.
Too bad, thought the driver.
"Promiňte, ale znal jste rizika," the driver said just above a whisper. Several shots were rapidly fired in the ambulance.
The driver sighed; he wished that he had been repaid his money first.
He followed behind Němec who was already a distance away. He could not even see Holmes.
Sherlock was starting to breathe heavily. He pushed his body beyond the limit and was feeling the effects of it. He did not bother glancing back; he heard the footsteps.
Normally, no one could catch Sherlock while he was in a full on run, but fatigue, residual effects of the drug, and having his body batter for hours on end was taking its toll.
Whoever was behind him was gaining. One advantage he had was that, Sherlock could tell by the sound of the shoes that they were dressed shoes and not made to run in. Sherlock's other advantage was that even his dress shoes were made for the outdoors and for running.
Sherlock had learned the wisdom of this long ago. He did a lot of running chasing suspects and occasionally being chased.
Sherlock knew that he could not outrun him much longer in his current condition.
Sherlock jumped and pulled on a fire escape ladder and climbed up rapidly. He pulled on a window in the empty office building.
It would not open so Sherlock used his back arm and elbow to break the glass. He quickly opened the window and scampered in tearing his shirt sleeve and barely cutting the back of one arm.
He ran through the floor looking for a phone, another way out, a place to hide and catch his breath, a potential weapon, for anything helpful. Unfortunately, the entire floor looked as if it was being renovated.
There was not even much furniture to hide behind.
Sherlock heard the distinct tap of dress shoes coming from outside of the window. He then heard a second pair of shoes.
Sherlock glanced further down the hallway to where the lift was and knew that he would not make it to the lift. Sherlock realized, that considering the renovation, the lift might not even be working.
He looked down the corridor. The stairs were at the end of the building, he definitely would not make it to the stairs.
His mind worked rapidly.
Sherlock knew that they would have a gun. Even worse, the building was dimly lit with its night-lights on.
He could not even hide in the dark.
Sherlock picked a close room and ran into it.
Author's note:
1. "Promiňte, ale znal jste rizika," is translated to, "Sorry, you knew the risks."
2. A lift is an elevator.