Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 79
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…. The Game ….
"Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity. "~ Pasteur
Sherlock held the mobile in shaky hands as Harry helped him along. Mycroft answered immediately. "Sherlock?" A strained voice asked.
"Yes. How close are you?" Sherlock whispered breathlessly as they passed into the first corridor.
"Very close, the agents have spread out and are searching the buildings in the area that your signal is in." Mycroft sounded a little breathy as if he was moving. "You're hurt." Mycroft added as a matter of fact.
"A bit," Sherlock said as he grunted from the pain. John pushed him and his sister into a small closet like space. John shielded them both with his body. Unfortunately, there was no door. They were only partially hidden. John suddenly leaned back as far as he could go. The popping sound of gunfire filled the small space.
"Third building, north east side. Hurry Mycroft." Sherlock was about to disconnect. Mycroft's voice stopped him.
"Sherlock Holmes, we will have a talk when this is over." Mycroft said sternly. "Stay alive you idiot."
"Yes brother dear." Sherlock smiled at Mycroft's annoyance despite the situation. Sherlock disconnected. He did not know why he was reluctant to do so.
"Can you lower me?" Sherlock whispered to Harry. She nodded. They both struggled as Sherlock caught his body weight as he was dropped slightly.
"Sorry," Harry surprised them both with a second apology.
Why not, Sherlock thought, "You did fine." He said as he put a smile on his face.
"What are you doing?" John whispered even though he knew the answer.
Sherlock pushed himself against the wall opposite John in the tiny enclosure that they were in.
"By the number of gunfire sound and the rapidity that the bullets are being shot, it is obviously more than the two men we thought were originally left here. The next logical move is to try to sneak around to the back. Really John." Sherlock was too tired to roll his eyes, or he would have.
John did not argue, as usual he was irritatingly correct. Harry looked wordlessly at her brother and Holmes. They seemed to work like a seamless pair. It was difficult to tell where one began and the other one ended. She saw a side of her brother that she had not taken the time to notice before. Is this what her brother's and the man's life consisted of? Are gunfights and a little torture an everyday occurrence? Still, she admitted begrudgingly. They seem to be good for each other. She molded herself to the back wall and remained quiet with her thoughts.
"Someone is starting to feel better." John smiled. He glanced at Sherlock. "Push your body back Sherlock. You're out too far and you cannot move quickly."
"Yes mother." Sherlock said as he bit his lips to keep from crying out from the pain as he pushed himself back a bit.
John shot quickly as the sound of flesh being struck and a yelp of pain was heard.
"Very good John." Sherlock said breathlessly.
John could tell that Sherlock was fading. He allowed himself to frown now that his back was turned to Sherlock. It was lucky that the poison he took was slow acting. John realized with relief that he was not feeling any effect from the poison yet.
There was a moment of silence.
"Mycroft should be only minutes away," Sherlock, said with a ragged whisper. John knew that he was talking to him as well as encouraging himself.
"That simplify our plan Sherlock." John said in-between firing. "We just have to stay alive long enough to be rescued." John said seriously. The corner of Sherlock's lip curved up into a smile. It left suddenly.
"John," Sherlock blinked quickly to clear his eyes as he straightened his shaking arms.
"I see them," John said.
The space exploded with sound. The popping sound of gunfire against the rattle of an automatic weapon doubled the volume of noise. The gunfight suddenly became more serious. White sparks and flashes of light lit the area violently.
New sounds were heard seconds later as over twenty agents flooded the space. The violent flashes of light increased.
Mycroft's wrath had arrived. Thomas was currently leading the agents into the building in a rescue mission. Mycroft looked on with Anthea standing beside him. The two, along with a few other staff, remained outside. Mycroft leaned against his umbrella as he thought deeply.
Ten other agents were scattered securing the area.
Mycroft's eyes narrowed as one word came to mind. "Mr. Moriarty." He whispered.
The blinking red lights that had been scattered throughout the building went to a solid red now.
Numbers and codes had just been entered on a mobile and pressed.
He now made a call, "Yes, I need to replace nine of my men." Moriarty said in a bored tone. "Within two days. No excuses. How hard can it be to sneak into a country, I'm here am I not." Moriarty hung up. "Surrounded by idiots," Moriarty whispered.
He smiled as he closed his laptop. Moriarty sat back in his Chichester chair and sipped at his tea. Quite entertaining, he had not been bored once during the last half of an hour. Moreover, to think, the evening was just beginning. He chuckled out loud to himself.
He blew on the slightly too hot beverage. He took another sip of the somewhat bitter liquid. He liked his tea a little bitter. It reminded him of life.
He smirked to himself. He pushed a button and a picture of Holmes popped up as a screen saver. He would never allow anyone to see it except Sebastian. He would pretend to forget to shut down his computer and leave it on. It would drive the man crazy. He rolled his eyes. Ordinary people were so obvious. It was amusing when they tried to be clever. Sebastian thought that he had so many secrets when the truth was that he had none. He thought of killing him slowly.
Moriarty took a sip of tea.
Very, very slowly.
Another sip.
Excruciatingly and unpleasantly, slow.
He first thought of killing the moron when he realized what he tried to do to Ben. He was going to kill him after he watched the video of the event, of course.
But, Seb did not succeed and Sebastian was amusing at times, the idiot. Maybe Sabastian was his pet. Sherlock got to have a pet, why not him. He sometimes wondered why he let Sebastian get away with some much.
He took another sip of tea, the temperature was perfect now.
The scar on Sebastian Moran's face was a constant reminder to the idiot that Ben was dangerous when underestimated. Jim smiled.
Sherlock was his plaything.
He glanced at his watch. That's a good amount of time to recover, isn't it? Moriarty's picked up his mobile as he put the tea down and leaned back. The line rang for a while. He bounced his leg happily, as he waited with uncharacteristic patience. The mobile line finally connected. Moriarty smiled, took a deep breath, and spoke.
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