Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 142
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." – Buddha
They had parked a distance away from the building. There were no cars on this side of the large brick building. The overgrown weeds and the empty lorry bin indicated that the isolated building was abandoned and have been for some time.
"This may be trickery than anticipated Mr. Holmes." Sherlock said nothing but was quietly eyeing the building. Now that Agent Thomas thought of it, Holmes, with the exception of asking how long it would take to arrive, had said nothing for the last thirty-nine minutes it took for them to arrive there.
"There isn't a lot of cover to conceal our approach. We don't have the proper backup. Eight of his men are dead or in custody, still, we don't know if he lied about most of the men leaving for the bombsite. Going in there would be proper madness Mr. Holmes. In addition, you're injured and tired. Back up should be arriving; when it does we can go in while you wait for us out here."
Sherlock, for the first time in minutes looked at Thomas, but said nothing.
Thomas sighed and wordlessly handed an extra gun to Holmes. They both quietly made sure that their guns were full of bullets. Afterward, Thomas retrieved a spare gun for himself, he handed Holmes a spare cartridge of bullets while giving himself the same. Thomas hide the bag he was carring behind the lorry.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow as Thomas took out a knife and secured it to himself. Thomas only shrugged.
Sherlock stared him in the eyes. Thomas looked away from the detective's eyes as he took a final glance at the five-story building and windows. He then turned his head to Holmes and nodded. Sherlock needed no more encouragement. He was running toward the building, gun drawn and pointing toward the ground while running low.
Thomas ran just slightly behind. The only sounds heard was the rhythmic tap of shoed feet as it connected with paved road. Thomas jogged quickly so that Holmes would not pull ahead, he eyed the building as he ran.
He vaguely wondered if Mr. Holmes ran track and field in his school days.