Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 53
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Notes, a car boot is a trunk.
Parts rated M to be safe.
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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"Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle."
~ James Russell Lowell, "CambridgeThirty Years Ago," LiteraryEssays
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Kevin's eyes were drooping. He only had three hours of sleep since this entire event started. He tiredly reached for his cup of coffee. His hand almost knocked the cup off the table but he caught it at the last minutes and righted the cup. However, some of the dark brown liquid splashed in random patterns on the table and a few drops on his hand. He winced as he wiped his hand on his tee-shirt.
He winced again, this time from his headache. He took the plastic bottle from off of the top of the desk next to the two computers there. He took two medications for pain and dropped them in his mouth swallowing with a gulp of coffee that was still slightly too hot. He blinked his eyes then returned to the computer screen.
The signal for Holmes just disappeared almost instantly. Only one of two possibilities could make that happen. Either they discovered the chip and disabled or destroyed it, or he was enclosed in something with lead. A part of Kevin thought that he should give up while another part refused to. He did another search and expanded the area. His fingers tapped the keys to the computer again as he hoped against hope that the signal would be activated. He put both feet on the table next to one of the computers as he took another sip of coffee.
He waited.
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As the largest city in Morocco, Casablanca offered many modern luxuries. Sebastian Moran was a man with many sides to him. He was a cold bloodied killer and former soldier who could easily sleep on the ground in the middle of a forest just as easily as he could dine with rulers. Moriarty had taught him the latter. It was one of the many ways the Jim proved how much he cared for him.
Sebastian Moran walked into the luxurious Relais & Châteaux hotel as his cheek that was freshly stitched and bruised, drew a few glances and several stares. All who looked intently, quickly looked away when their eyes met with Sebastian's eyes. Something about the tall man's eyes in the Westwood suit made those around him uncomfortable. It was as if those eyes had malice behind them that was not well hidden.
His phone rang as he walked into the hotel. He picked it up as he easily walked up the stairs with his two most trusted men slightly behind him.
"Where are you now?" He asked.
"Right behind them Mr. Moran. We are about to engage Sir." The voice on the other end of the mobile phone said.
"Then do so immediately," Sebastian said with irritation. "Bring him to me, the more injured the better. If he should happen to die during the travel, bring him to me anyway."
The voice on the other end hesitated slightly before saying, "Yeah, right. It will be done Mr. Moran."
The call disconnected as a slow smile spread on his face. One of his men quickened his pace and opened the door to his hotel suite for him. He walked in, and walked up to one of the generously sized windows that overlooked the sea. Sebastian looked out as the palm of one hand pressed into the windowpane flat. The heat from the sun radiated to this hand.
One of his men opened the French doors to the balcony. The slightly salty smell of the Atlantic Ocean floated past his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and heaved a contented sigh.
Morocco long hours of sunlight would be ending soon. Moran smiled at the thought that that annoying Consultant Detective's life might be ending with the sun's last rays.
Mary and Captain Magoro looked at each other from across the garden. He walked toward her.
Magoro spoke first. "The last of the wounded was transported. Johnson and his men will be in charge of this site until we can rescue Holmes."
Mary Myers nodded to the other man as she thought.
She wondered how close they were to Holmes now. "We need to arrange for transport for when they retrieved Holmes." Myers was careful not to say if they retrieved him.
"Agreed," Captain Magoro, said as they both eyed the all terrain vehicles at the same time.
"It's secure here." The Captain said as he raised his eyebrows.
"We could make arrangements as we drive." Myer said before pulling at her lips with her teeth.
There were a few seconds that they looked at each other. Without a word, they both simultaneously started to run toward the truck at the same time. Magoro pulled out his mobile as Mary speedily pulled the vehicle onto the road.
"How close are you?" She asked someone on the other end of the line. She drove with one hand on the mobile and another on the steering wheel of the truck. They both glanced at one another. She noticed that he pulled out a computer and attached a satellite hookup. Myers smiled as she continued her conversation on the mobile. Magoro had already put several weapons and devices in the vehicle.
The roar of the truck's engine was heard as it disappeared down the dirt road with two agents inside.
The vehicles stopped briefly, after they filled up with Petrol. It was a few kilometers down the road. A soldier ran to the boot of the car and opened it. They checked Holmes pulse and after being satisfied that he was breathing, motioned to close the boot of the car when something caught his eyes. A glimmer against the fading light of the beautiful blue-green sky. Purple was joining the colors at the edge of the world.
The soldier reached down and put his hand into the young sleeping man's blue jean pocket. He pulled the partially revealed mobile completely out. He cursed as he put the mobile in his own pocket, closed the boot, and swiftly got into the back seat of the car.
They pulled off and the other vehicles followed behind. "What's that," the driver asked as he glanced in the rear-view mirror at the man in the back seat.
"A mobile," the man sitting in the back seat said with irritation. "What if this Holmes man had woken up and tried to call out." He added.
"Don't be dramatic; you know what the car is made of." The driver said. "Besides, with what he was given, he should be asleep most of the night."
"They should have searched." The man in the back seat insisted.
He snorted slightly, "From what I heard they did not have time." He added, "Relax we'll be at the airport before morning."
They could not hear the moan that came from the boot as they hit a heavy bump. They were not aware of Holmes high tolerance for drugs. Holmes stirred but did not wake.
The soldier in the back seat forgot about the mobile in his front pocket.
A beeping suddenly started to noisily sound and became louder. Kevin typed in numbers and codes and hit the enter key on the computer. Two blinking red dots materialized on a global map.
He pushed more buttons and entered more instructions on the computer as it complied and narrowed the map. Within minutes, a location to an accuracy of a kilometer came up. In another ten minutes, it would be to an accuracy of a few yards.
Kevin smile slowly spread on his face as he pushed the button on his earphone to activate it. He did not try to cover his excitement.
"We have something Sir…" Kevin proceeded to read off the longitude and latitude as he simultaneously sent the same information to their mobile devices. He repeated the same call to two other persons.