Sherlock story

Deleted Memories, Chapter 140

Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy

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A/N:Do not think that I am nutty but I completely rewrote these chapters. I did not like the flow when I considered the changes made to the prior chapters. Hope it flowed well, tell me what you think.

"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing

to attempt." ~ Shakespeare

Present Day

Fist flew and grunts of pain were heard. A popping sound was heard followed by the sound of a bullet striking flesh. One gun slid across the ground and slammed into the wall. One soldier howled in pain. He grabbed his leg as he rolled on the ground. As two soldiers punched at his face simultaneously, Sherlock managed to duck one but his stiff body slowed his normally lighten fast reflexes, and the other soldier's fist grazed the side of his chin.

This knocked him back into one soldier that was getting off the ground. They both tumbled toward the earth as he fell on top of the soldier. A sicken crack was heard. The soldier underneath him did not move because he was unconscious. Sherlock gun was retched out of his hand by the impact of the fall. Two soldiers were left.

The leader and the other young soldier were both cautious and approached slowly, step-by-step. The younger one tried to slip behind Sherlock. Sherlock, sensing what they were doing positioned his body so that he could turn quickly. His hands were slightly extended away from his body.

Several of Ayyad's men drove up in a car a street away and was about to exit the car. There was no direct access to the alley from their end of the road. They were however, close to the highway which was the plan. They walked quickly but one soldier was ahead.

"Gentlemen, can we calmly discuss this?" Sherlock smiled falsely with hands extended more now.

The younger soldier stopped advancing and looked at the leader with questioning eyes.

The leader rolled his eye and said through gritted teeth. "Don't listen to him you… you…"

Before he could finish, Sherlock made use of the distraction, twisted and connected the outside of his elbow, with the young soldier face. He fell backwards to the concrete. Sherlock saw the fist out of the corner of his eye. His slowed reflexes were not able to get completed away from it.

Sherlock stumbled back a few steps as the leader who was the only remaining solder standing advance on Him while swinging. He ducked the next swing. Sherlock punched the back of leader then kicked his leg out. The resulting thud was heard as Sherlock scrambled for the fallen gun.

The leader moaned, shook his head to clear the fog, and then attempted to get up.

"Ah...Ah," Sherlock said as he pointed the gun at him while his eyes warily skipped from soldier to soldier.

"By the way, I believe the word that you were searching for in your rather limited vocabulary is, Moron."

Sherlock considered his situation quickly. It was precarious at best.

The first soldier was unconscious, the second was moaning and rolling from pain, the third one was beginning to moan and rolled his head back and forth, but his eyes were still closed. The fourth, which was the leader, was stunned but alert.

Sherlock frowned. "Over there next to the others," he said to the leader.

The leader scowled and did not move as he considered his options.

A popping sound was heard as Sherlock quickly lowered his hand from the sky to point at the leader again. His voice became dangerous and low.

"The next bullet will have a target, get over there and sit slowly, on your hands. Now!" Sherlock looked him in the eyes.

This action surprised the man. The leader slowly moved and sat on his hands. Sherlock kept one hand on the gun as he blindly searched his pocket for his phone. He prepared to call Mycroft. His hand was wrapped around his phone when he observed it.

It was just the slightest shifting in the eye of the leader, an almost inconspicuous twitch at the left corner of his mouth. Sherlock eyes widened, as he instantly knew he would not be able to react in time.

Sherlock had momentarily moved away from the wall to be in a better position to observe all the soldiers. His back was to the east end of the alleyway.

What Sherlock sensed but did not see was an angry looking soldier that was behind him. He was the first of three that were coming. The soldier tightened his finger on the raised gun. The gun was aimed at Sherlock's thigh.

There was no time for him to react.