Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 50
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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Notes, 3.2 Kilometers is about 2 miles.
T rated but some future chapters may be M.
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 has been a little over 4 weeks since the explosion.
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"Fortune knocks but once, but misfortune has much more patience." ~Author Unknown
Current Day
Current Time
General Baroon's face grew stone-like as he listened on the mobile phone.
"A what is coming?" He asked for conformation with a confused look on his face. His back stiffened the longer he listened. He took the cigar out of his mouth and let it fall to the ground. He disconnected without another word to the caller.
He motioned for one of his men who came running."Holmes, where is he?"
"Sorry General but they are well trained and fighting back." The man responded while looking around alertly to make sure that The General and he was not in danger.
The General grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. "Get me Holmes, now! I don't care if he's a little banged up."
The man was surprised by the normally unflappable General's display of impatience. This both unnerved the man and proved to be an effective motivator.
"Yes Sir," he said as he pushed his earpiece and provided his own set of proper motivation to his men.
Current Day
Current Time
Mary picked up her mobile and spoke to Thomas. She had already gotten over her initial shock when he told her how he would be able to make it there on time.
"How close are you?" She asked as she listened to the other communication line. She frowned as John drove up close to the safe house. She finished her conversation with Thomas. They ignored the sporadic gunfire. That was a bad sign that it was not more return fire now. She did not have to tell John because of his military experience to stay a distance from the house.
"Captain Magoro will be arriving ten minutes behind Thomas. Thomas will be arriving in five minutes. We are alone until then I am afraid. John, you're our best shot. Do you think that you and two other agents, can pick them off with the sniper's rifle and at least get their attention, while I take the remaining men and try to work our way in. We at least need to make it safe enough for Thomas and his men to land the helicopter without being blown to hell."
John nodded. Mary and John both glanced at one another. Their eyes said the same thing.
Stay alive.
Get Sherlock.
He was quiet as he looked around at the activity and took out the rifle looking for the best vantage point to do his part to end the nightmare.
Seven minutes later and the forest and house and world disappeared to John. It all came down to one thing. All he could see in his narrowed vision was the man who was about to sneak up on one of the few agents who remained alive and uninjured outside, who was tied down by hostile gunfire.
John felt the cool of the metal against the heat of his fingers.
He felt the breeze as it blew cooling his heated skin.
He felt his own breath.
In.
Out.
In and hold.
The General's soldier fell in the distance with his hand still extended behind the unsuspecting agent. The sound of jeeps where heard in the distance. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter was heard overhead. What several minutes ago had been a growing quiet with periodic gunfire, now erupted into chaos once again.
Current Day
Current Time
Four Minutes Away
Thomas leaned and looked out of the helicopter as he disconnected the transmissions to Myers and Captain Morango. His pilot transmitted into the headpiece that they both wore. "I think that I will have to circle around again Sir."
"No," Thomas said as one hand held his headpiece and pressed gently to block out the noise. "We go down now." He gave similar orders to his men in the back to prepare to dislodge in the midst of hostel fire. The pilot nodded simply and after saying a prayer, turned the helicopter toward the landing spot in the front and started the descent.
With his binoculars, The General saw a helicopter through the trees. It appeared as if he was about to land
Current Day
Pain shot through his face like an arrow of fire through his skin and then it was gone. The pull of darkness pulled at Holmes as he fought against it. Another sharp pain to his face pulled against the darkness. That, along with his self-will, turned the balance and the hold of the dark was broken. Muffled voices and sounds then gained clarity as jumble images came into focus. He felt his body being dragged. There was the sound of a heavy door shutting. His brain cleared enough to process that someone was shouting at him.
He felt the sting of pain on his cheek again and realized for the first time that it was a hand slapping his cheek that produced the pain. Benedict opened then closed his eyes briefly against the sudden influx of light. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked rapidly as a moan escaped his lips. The sounds came again. However, now they were not mere sounds but words with meaning.
"…Can you do it?" Santos was waiting for an answer.
Holmes tried to focus as he looked around a little too quickly. He winced at the sudden movement. There was blood on the agents dress shirt. His suit jacket was gone. Three agents were there surrounding him. He did not see Collins. Several of the agents that were in the room with him before the door was blown open with explosives were not there.
Holmes tried to get to his feet and almost fell. Two agents were by his side instantly to help him. The other agents and Santos looked at the door that they had recently closed. Their guns were drawn.
"Do you understand me Sir," Santos looked as If he was debating whether or not he should slap him again when Benedict caught his hands with his own right hand.
"I think I've been slapped enough," he said hoarsely with irritation. Benedict leaned against the wall. His senses were alerted and everyone in the room became silent as they listened to the sudden increase in gunfire.
"Can you walk?" Santos asked slowly and loudly. He sounded as if this question had been asked before.
Benedict half stumbled and was half dragged as a false wall was opened. Gunfire was heard close by. One agent nodded and stayed behind to give the fleeing persons time. His friend looked at him briefly. He nodded and was off behind the other two agents and Santos. The agent closed his eyes then opened them with his gun out. His own breathing sounded heavily in his ears as he waited.
Minutes later, the small group listened to the outside beyond the walls close to the house as they heard the sounds of a third world war.
They entered the codes to open the last false wall. One agent eased out and peeked around the corner. Gunfire was heard outside but not in the immediate area that they were in. It seemed to concentrate on the front of the house.
When they ran outside, gunfire erupted suddenly. It was coming from behind them. The agent's friend stopped unexpectedly with a grim look on his face. He awkwardly turned around. They were a distance away from the gunfire yet noticed.
The agent helping Holmes and Santos turned around. Holmes leaned on the agent, but was becoming stronger with each step.
The agent who stayed behind said. "I'll buy you time. Go!" With a last look, he turned around and waited. The two remaining agents looked bleak as they ran along still helping Holmes but less. He was strong enough to run slowly now. And they ran.
The agent at the door heard no more gunfire from inside. He would not know that his friend had stopped four of the aggressive soldiers. However, he would soon find out that it would not be enough. He waited.
They made it to the border of the woods but hesitated at the edge. The dwindling group heard the gunfire directly behind them. They looked as the agent fired his weapon. He took out another two soldiers and quickly ducked behind the wall.
Santos had a choice to make and made it. He could not believe that he was about to do what he was about to do. He felt that all of this had at least been partially his fault. He admitted to himself only that their situation would have been worst if Patel did not stand up to him. Not such an insect after all. He chuckled darkly and whispered to himself. "My turn."
"Sir?" The agent asked.
"My turn," he said louder as he looked intently at the two men. "Take him toward the road. Don't go in a straight line that's predictable. It's up to you now. For all our sakes, run you idiots!"
Benedict looked into Santos' eyes intently. Santos looked back. Suddenly, the agent with him nodded as they ran on. They instantly disappeared in the woods.
The General's men were firing again. He saw the other agent who was next to the exit. He was holding them off effectively for several minutes until suddenly a grunt of pain sounded as he fell to the ground. Santos closed his eyes briefly then opened them determined. He crouched low as he waited.