Benedict story
Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 42
A disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers and amazing Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. No money was made. The story however is my original thought, and comes out of my overactive imagination. Other characters introduced are also mine.
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T rated but some future chapters may be M.
Warning. A little rough at some parts.
A/N: Important. Benedict will at times be referred to as Ben or Benedict since he believes that to be his name.
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It is a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.
Sorry, I meant for this to be posted late weekend. This is late, late weekend - anyway, if awake enjoy.
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"A man with no enemies is a man with no character." ~ Paul Newman
Current Day
Current Time
Sebastian picked up the mobile as it vibrated in his pocket. He easily picked it up with one hand as he maneuver the all terrain vehicle with the other.
"Yes," he listened as he automatically drove to his next destination.
"How close are you?" His next question was spoken. He glanced at his watch and smiled.
"Tell them Hi for me. Nothing says I love you like a bullet in the back. Bring me Doctor Watson; I would like to say Hi personally. And, as for Holmes, he is not to be injured…permanently that is. But, if he was to try to…say… escape, you can have a little fun. In fact, I insist that you have fun."
"He prepared to disconnect the call. Pass the message on to our little spy. Thank you Hamza."
Sebastian smiled as he picked up the bottle and put it to his lips with his free hand. He sighed contently before gulping the cool, clear liquid . He wiped the few drops that ran freely down the side of his mouth with his arm.
It was almost too easy. He would have to kill Hamza, of course. It was a shame really but necessary so that no one would be able to trace Holmes injuries back to him. Moriarty would do more than a shallow cut to his arm. He glanced at the word Ben, carved into his arm by Moriarty.
He heard of their spy, he was a real psychopath. He would be carried away with Holmes. He was in fact counting on it. He smiled widely as he picked up the mobile again.
"Hello Mr. Moriarty, Things are going according to plan…" Sebastian spoke as his vehicle disappeared into the thick forest.
Current Day
Current Time
Kevin quickly walked into the conference room and instead of waiting to be acknowledged like he usually do, he walked up to the agent that was in charge and demanded his attention.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I need to speak with you now." The agent looked at the young analyst slightly annoyed but motioned with his head to indicate that he would be back. They walked a distance away from everyone then Kevin spoke.
"Three things have come to my attention and I believe them to be connected. The first is that the army entered a heavily treed area. We lost visual for fifteen minutes, when it came back; five of the vehicles had disappeared. They are no longer heading for the mansion."
"The second is that I timed Holmes and company travel, and even taking into account any normal delays, they should have reached the other safe-house by this time."
"Finally, I took the liberty to contact the safe-house in question, there is no response. Sir that was as secure a location as this one. I know the analyst in that safe house, he would never leave his post without notification for any reason. I think that there is a leak, Sir."
Agent Santos looked at Patel for a moment as visions of power and promotion danced through his head. He was the fastest rising agent in his section. If he managed to save the day and take all credit, it would be an event he could use in his long list of his accomplishments. He quickly made a plan. If he delayed so that things looked worse than they were, then came in and saved Holmes...
His thoughts flew as he resisted an urge to smile. It would work; he had done it before many times. Of course, some of his people would die because of his delay but in his experience not that many more. He justified himself by saying that the other agents and their allies knew the risk of their profession.
"Does anyone else know about this yet?" Agent Santos asked as he thought further.
"No sir, I thought that you should know first since you are in charge. I will send it out now and make the calls." Kevin said as he tried to stand still and not bounce with the nervous energy he felt.
"Don't say anything to anyone, delay sending the transmission by one hour then you may send it. I will contact everyone personally and lead any recovery if that is needed." Agent Santos already dismissed the unimportant man in his mind.
"Sir, that is against protoc…" Kevin stopped talking as he saw the look in Agent Santos eyes. "Um, yes Sir…of course Sir." Kevin attempted a fake smile as he asked, "Do you need me to do anything else Sir?"
"No," Santos waved his hand generously as he dismissed the insect of a man. His thoughts returned to his plans. He watched Patel walk away with his shoulders slumped in defeat. He smiled to himself. He enjoyed making other people feel small. For some reason this made him feel like an important man.
"Scurry away little insect," Santos said as Patel disappeared out the door. He turned his attention back to his men as he walked back.
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Current Time
Captain Magoro disconnected the call from his phone line. He frowned. He would have been on site another three hours but not now. He was standing by the mansion door. He called two people over.
"We have to hurry," the Captain said. "I just received a call."
"We have to move our time frame up by how many hours Captain?" One of the two persons asked.
Captain Magoro's frown deepened. "Not hours, minutes. Thirty two minutes exactly." The Captain looked at his watch and sighed, "Thirty one now." For a few seconds, no one said a word then suddenly, mass movement began.
One soldier ran off and shouted. Everyone seemed to start running at once.
Captain Magoro spoke to the second person. "Evacuate everyone not required. Use…" he looked at an electronic map, "…use the South-East road for at least fifteen clicks. Hurry."
The remaining Agent nodded and said, "I'll remain behind with you Sir." Magoro nodded his approval. The Agent ran off as well. He glanced at his watch again as he looked at the activities around him.
Current Day
Ten Minutes Earlier.
Patel sat at his computer as he monitored everything. He thought to himself. He did his job. He reported to his immediate superior. He did his job; he thought again more insistently this time.
He sighed as he took up the photograph of the man of the hour, Holmes. He looked it over. He stopped at the eyes. They seemed to pierce into you even though it was only a photo. Patel continued to think dangerously. If that were he in the photo, what would he want everyone to do to find him, Kevin wondered?
"Kevin you could not possibly be thinking of doing what I think you are going to do, are you?" He asked himself in a whisper.
"You're insane!" He informed himself again in a whisper.
Patel got up and walked away from the computer before stopping, deep in thought.
Patel walked back to his computer and pushed several buttons. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes and looked at the two agents that walked out of the kitchen. He gave a smile. They nodded back as they walked to the door to enter the lower level.
He grabbed his earpiece and a small laptop as he walked casually to the bathroom. He locked himself in and looked around. He opted to sit on the floor cross-legged and power up the equipment. "Goodbye career," he whispered. He took a deep breath as he made two important calls and remotely transmitted the data. He hesitated and then made one more call. The line answered.
"Sir, I hope that you meant it when you said to call for any reason. There are some things going on here that I thought that you should know about…"
Current Day
Current Time
The sound of jeeps shot through the forest disrupting the quiet. Jeep after jeep took the roads that turned to dirt as dust rose up in a heavy cloud to announce their soon arrival.
Captain Magoro looked at the approaching agent from his position far away on the forest floor. Most of his soldiers had left with only thirty men and two agents left behind. He looked through his binoculars. The agent ran low to the ground and crouched beside Magoro.
"Everything is in place Sir. Everyone is out." The agent said.
He nodded as he looked at the mansion one last time. "Is everyone left ready to go?"
"Yes Sir," The agent said.
"It's time for us to retreat as well and join the others. Tell everyone to go when the signal starts." The captain said as he pushed himself up and started a low run. The agent ran on his heels close behind.
"Sir what is the signal?" The agent asked in between breaths. They ran fully upright now. Forest, flowers, and rocks passed by unnoticed as the grass and moss stifled the crunch of their boots against the ground.
"You won't be able to miss it," Captain Magoro said easily despite the jog. Their bodies disappearing into the forest.
Twenty minutes later, the sound of explosions were still heard as the last vehicle left. "Captain Magoro," the soldier driving him stated matter of fact with raised eyebrows, "You were right. The signal was hard not to notice. I hope Mr. Moriarty wanted to redecorate."
Captain Magoro gave a slight smile as they disappeared in a trail of dust down the long road and into the forest.