Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 124
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"I was a born troublemaker and might as well earn a living at it." ~ Bill Mauldin
Holmes had not stopped struggling since the car.
Half an hour later, he was still struggling. It was obvious to everyone present that he was exhausted. He was nearing the end of his physical ability to keep fighting. At least that is what everyone present hoped.
Veselý frowned as he watched the three men struggling with Holmes. He was currently being dragged into the room. He seemed as if he was about to collapse seconds ago. Now, he seemed as if he somehow renewed his determination and energy.
Three soldiers could barely contain the man. The soldiers had bruises on them to punctuate that point. Veselý himself barely missed being punched three times. He was dangerous in enclosed spaces like a car, they had discovered.
Veselý shook his head.
If it was up to him, Holmes would have been shot and his body dumped in an alley somewhere. But, that was not the orders.
"Hold him you fools!" One soldier was on his bum, stunned. Another was in the process of tackling Holmes to try and regain control.
Veselý, not for the first time that day, rolled his eyes.
Veselý smiled darkly, although he would never admit it out loud, he would take one Holmes to four of these incompetent fools any day.
Something rare happened then, a wave of regret washed through him. He did not normally feel any emotion toward his assignments, except maybe amusement at them when they beg for their lives. But, Holmes was a fighter. He could not help but admire a fighter.
It is what kept him alive at sixteen when his mother died; there had been no father, no other relative that wanted him, Veselý remembered. Being a fighter is what kept him alive.
"Box him in with your bodies on both sides; twist his arms behind his body. You, put your arm securely around his neck, put your foot between his legs," Veselý gave instructions. After a brief struggle, they finally had Sherlock immobile.
Veselý sighed relieved. He looked over Holmes and his men. Everyone but him was breathing heavily.
"Mr. Holmes, here we are."
Sherlock did not give an answer.
Holmes, Veselý noticed, had sweat that plastered his shirt to his body, he looked disheveled, a little roughed up, and obviously dizzy. Holmes had even thrown-up once as he was dragged from the car. None of this slowed down his resistance.
"It seems, Mr. Holmes that you and your company have made it difficult for me to transport you to Ayyad. I'm afraid he is going to take it out on me, so I am going to take it out on you. Seem fair, don't you think?" Veselý watched carefully for a reaction. None came. He frowned slightly but continued.
Veselý called the names of the soldier that was holding him on the left and on the right and warned them to not let him pull away.
They had tightened their grip on Sherlock and nodded. The soldier in the middle let go of the chokehold that he had on Sherlock's neck.
Veselý motioned with his head for the soldier to come close. He did not look happy and his broken nose was still bleeding even though it had slowed down to a small trickle.
"Get the kit," Veselý said with some regret.
The soldier with the bloody nose started to smile then winced at the discomfort the action caused. "Sir, we are ordered to blind him too…" The soldier reminded Veselý enthusiastically, but was cut off.
"I know what the orders are; I will carry them out to the letter. But understand this, nothing more will be done. Do we understand each other?" Veselý growled in a low voice.
"Yes sir," The soldier backed up slightly somewhat confused by the tone of voice Veselý used as he spoke to him.
Veselý sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, "However every order will be carried out."
Veselý, with his hand still on the soldier shoulders, looked at the two men before speaking.
"You two men were hired for a specific purpose," Both men smiled simultaneously. "Carry it out."
The sounds of struggling were heard anew. "Strip him," He told the men.
"Get the bag of … equipment," Veselý said with authority.
Ayyad ordered all of his top men to keep a bag of equipment for torture close by at all times. Veselý believed that his boss was completely brilliant and slightly mad, but orders were orders.
Sound of struggle, grunting, and clothing being forcibly removed was heard.
The other soldier nodded and walked away quickly.
Someone was hit.
"You'd better bring the Taser," Veselý called loudly to the other soldier over his shoulder.
"Continue even when he passes out, it has to be at least two hours." Veselý looked at his watch.
Veselý frowned and turned away.
Veselý always knew that he would die early. You cannot live the kind of life that he did and expect otherwise, he had concluded. Now however, a small thought bothered him; it was something his mother quoted to him as she hugged and comforted him as a little boy when he heard of a man that was killed by a thief.
"Be sure of this: The wicked will not go unpunished…"
As Veselý listened to the sounds coming from behind him, he hoped that it was not true.
In that moment, for the first time since he was sixteen, Veselý saw himself clearly.
A/N: "Be sure of this: The wicked will not go unpunished…" is taken from Proverbs 11:21 NIV version.