Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 123
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it."~ Winston Churchill
Veselý cursed as he rode in the car. Sherlock was in the back seat.
Sherlock's eyes were closed but he had stopped groaning. Two soldiers were sitting beside him. On the left and one on the right as Veselý had ordered.
The ambulance was being driven by one of the lower level solders in the opposite direction. By the time police caught up the ambulance, they would find an unconscious body not Sherlock Holmes. It would take them hours to sort out the mess, by then it would have been too late.
"What happened?" Veselý said with barely contained wrath.
"The cabby, something made him panic and set him off. He ran the light and crashed twenty minutes earlier than instructed. If we were not trailing him, the entire thing could have been a disaster." The soldier in the back seat said.
"Could have been a disaster, Could have been a disaster." Veselý laughed without humor as he twisted his body to look at the face of the soldier in the back seat who spoke.
"A well known detective with motivated friends get into an accident in the middle of the busiest part of London with multiple witnesses in broad daylight! Is there anything I'm missing?" Veselý was so angry that spit was flying from his lips to land on the soldier that spoke.
With trembling voice the soldier in the back seat said, "We do have him sir, although I admit that your instructions were not followed… exactly."
"We do," Veselý conceded, "Let's hope that we can hold on to him this time," he said grimly.
Veselý's eyes turned away from the soldier to Holmes.
He eyed him suspiciously then sighed. "I thought that I told you to tell me when he woke up?" The soldier in the back frowned, "Yes sir I will."
Veselý rolled his eyes.
He had inherited Němec's men. Veselý would have preferred his own, but the reign on the city was so tight. It was difficult to get anything or anyone in or out. He had to make due. So far, Veselý was not impressed.
"He's awake," Veselý said through gritted teeth.
"Come Mr. Holmes, very clever but you're among friend no need to be shy. Or do I need to break a finger to prove a point"
"No need," Sherlock said tiredly. He was more intelligent than others were, Sherlock noted.
He opened his eyes to a throbbing headache, pain, and a wave of nausea. He squinted.
"Headache," Veselý asked.
"Yes, would you happen to have anything for it," Sherlock asked conversationally.
"I'm afraid what I have for it will not make it better," Veselý said almost regretfully.
Sherlock knew the voice he quickly searched his mind. His eyes became wide with recognition.
"Yes Mr. Holmes we do know each other."
"You were at the warehouse," Sherlock said slowly. Sherlock remembered him being at the warehouse but leaving after he was turned over to her.
Sherlock deduced him.
Soldier for hire from a young age, not malicious by nature as most of them were, but cruel through learned behavior. Pride, some code of honor. Does not agree with excessive cruelty but with carry orders out successfully without remorse. No formal higher education but above average intelligence. He would carry out Ayyad's orders not only to the letter but effectively.
"Sir," The driver said, "another police car," Sherlock's head was pushed down into the lap of one of the soldiers. Not the most comfortable place to be, Sherlock noted to himself.
"Drive slowly," Veselý said, "They're looking for an ambulance or a truck not a car."
Veselý turned to quickly look in the back a few blocks later.
"Search his pockets."
Both soldiers pulled on Sherlock's hand and force it up as they rummages roughly through his pocket Sherlock resisted even as he knew that resistance was useless. Sherlock's phone was quickly handed to the soldier then handed it to Veselý.
Veselý turned the phone over and examined it. "Anything you want to tell me Mr. Holmes?"
"Not particularly," Sherlock said evenly as he fought against another wave of dizziness.
He was much quicker than the others, Sherlock thought grimly.
"Let me guess some kind of tracking system," Veselý said as he took out the batteries and put both the phone and the batteries in his pocket.
"Who is the unpleasant looking man with the umbrella that seems to shadow you? Our contact told us that he was your brother. Not even our deepest sources can tell us specifics about him. There's no record of any kind. No public information. It's like he's a walking ghost. He's something in the government, yes?"
Sherlock frowned and did not answer.
Veselý nodded then two men in the back seat held Sherlock as they struggled. Sherlock managed to elbow one. Stunned he temporarily let go then regained control over him again. The angry solder then hit him in the side out of revenge.
"Bring him closer."
The driver knew Veselý enough to pull into an alley.
"Drive slowly," He said needlessly.
Veselý pulled back his hand then struck with the palm hard toward the aorta. The painful blow caused his heart to skip a beat and temporarily stunned the nerves causes Sherlock to experience a strangling sensation.
He gasped wide eyed unable to inhale or exhale. It lasted only a few minutes but felt like forever.
Sherlock vision started to blur from the lack of oxygen. When Sherlock oxygen deprived body was finally able to inhale, he gulped in huge volumes of air. Sweat broke out as he concentrated on the simple task of breathing.
Veselý held Sherlock's head in his hand by the chin. Sherlock blinked back the dizziness as he tried to regain control of his body.
"Mr. Holmes who… is… he?"
"S… Someone… who will… find… me… Someone who will … find you." Sherlock managed as he regained control.
"I see Mr. Holmes. But do you see? I will personally put your phone battery back in and tell them where to find you. In a few hours that is."
He looked Sherlock in the eyes and Sherlock looked at him.
Suddenly pandemonium broke out in the back seat. Sherlock was dizzy and felt weak but that did not seem to stop him.
Veselý grew impatient and ducked as he barely missed a punch.
"There are two of you. How can you not control one man?"
The sound of someone grunting as their nose was broken was heard.
Veselý sighed and took out a gun.
"Stop Mr. Holmes or I will shoot." If Sherlock heard, he gave no indications that he did. As they were about to exit the alley another police car drove by.
Veselý cursed in two languages. There is no way that he could drive on the road without someone, a pedestrian or a person in a car noticing the struggle.
He cursed the name of Holmes. He then made a decision.
"Plan B gentlemen."