Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 85
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…. The Game…
"We cannot stop fear but we can fight against it." ~ Grace Freeman
The blindfolds were finally removed. John blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room. Thomas was standing beside him and already taking the space in. He looked around frowning. Sherlock was taken ahead of them and taken off by himself ten minutes ago. It could not be that large of a building, the walk was short, so Sherlock had to be in the area. He was definitely in the same car with them.
John risked speaking to Thomas in a whispered tone. "I don't like this. Where is Sherlock? And where are we…"
His speech was cut short by Thomas eyes that traveled to the left of the room. Technically, John was now looking at the centre of the room since their bodies were positioned against the side wall. It was a very long yet narrow room. John's eyes followed Thomas, but he did not make a sound. There was not much furniture, and the little that was there was pushed to the side against the long windowless walls with the exception of a long narrow metal desk. There were again three chairs and wires running from the chairs that were similar in setup to the previous location. The man in the chair seemed to be semiconscious. His head rolled then dropped forward, his chin came to rest on his chest. The only reason that he was upright was because he was strapped to the chair by one thick locked band.
John took an involuntary step forward before a hand stopped him. Thomas looked at John. The former soldier evened out his expressions as his face became a blank mask.
John entire stance changed. He was no longer Doctor Watson but Captain John H. Watson. This was no longer a building but a war zone. Thomas noticed the change in the man next to him and caught his eyes. They both prepared for anything.
John closed his eyes as the words came into his mind. You see, but you don't observe.
Get out of my head Sherlock, John thought to himself with a ghost of a smile.
John breathed in, he held his breath for a second, He breathed out through his mouth.
Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade was strapped to the centre chair. Lestrade had several bruises on his face and what could be seen of his body. Several shallow cuts were seen on him. Blood had dried from a wound on the side of his face. Minimal blood loss, John thought. John looked at Moriarty's men. Two of the men had bruised faces. So, Greg had fought back.
Lestrade seemed to be mumbling something incoherent. One part of John was relieved that at least Lestrade was moving and mumbling as opposed to lying still. At least he was alive, for now. Another part of John's insides were in knots. Where was Sherlock?
Where was he?
John forced himself to focus again.
John noticed the wires coming from the wrist of Greg Lestrade. John sighed as his eyes now traveled to the different colored wires. At least there were not three bins to choose from this time. That was a good thing, wasn't it?
John felt a presence to his back. Thomas body stiffened at the same time.
"Missed me?" Sebastian asked next to John's ear as he passed from his back to stand right before him. He dropped something at the foot of John and Thomas. It looked like clothing. Mr. Holmes clothing. Thomas bent down and picked up Holmes coat and dropped it back to the pile. John's eyes never left Sebastian.
"Where is Mr. Holmes?" Thomas asked, "What game is this?" Thomas glared at Sebastian. He never wanted to hit another human being as much as he wanted to hit Sebastian. Moran noticed and smirked before answering.
"He had to nip to the loo. I'm sure he'll be back any minute. Well, he may need two minutes." Sebastian grinned as he circled John. "Three the most…, promise."
Moran gave the slightest movement with his head at a curtained area next to the table that Lestrade was sitting at.
John looked at the curtain. "Thomas," John said quietly as he held Thomas' wrist. Thomas turned in the direction of John's gaze.
Moran's smile suddenly left, as he was all business. He stepped away from the two men as his face took on an almost innocent look. John noticed and wanted to huff. He did not.
"Hello everybody." Moriarty's voice said on the overhead speakers.
No one spoke but instead focused on the curtains.
Cheesy game show music started to play in the background again as the curtain slowly rose. Thomas and John look intently at the area below the curtains. Moriarty's voice came again.
"Let's begin, shall we."
Mycroft, Anthea, and agents walked around Thomas' car as several more agents walked around the area. Thomas had called in their location and requested backup the moment he stopped the motorcar.
Mycroft's eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead. He went into his mind as he scrutinized data and thought about the next possible move. He blinked a few times as he looked around as he came out of his mind, thinking. His eyes found Anthea.
"No word on the tracker?" Mycroft asked already knowing the answer.
"No Sir. They must have some kind of blocker. We will not be able to know where they are until the blocker is turned off, or they move far enough away for the signal to come through.
An agent name Burkes ran up to Mycroft and started to speak. "We canvassed the area as well as the flats close by. No new information so far." The agent looked at his notebook. "According to the last place that the signal stopped Sir, we should be twenty-five kilometers from here. Should we start the search in that area?"
Mycroft did not answer immediately. His agent did not dare say another word but waited for an answer.
Mycroft was silent for a moment before finally speaking. Mycroft looked away to his right, a few flats down. He noticed the two broken lamppost. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the lampposts without saying a word.
Anthea's fingers flew across. "Sir, you were right. The CCTV footage in this area was down, within sixty seconds of Doctor Watson, Agent Thomas, and your brother arriving. It returned thirty minutes later."
"Sir." Agent Burkes waited for orders.
"Mr. Burkes, what direction was the last signal received from?"
"Twenty-five kilometers going west, Sir." The agent quickly answered.
He looked at Anthea and asked, "If I follow the CCTV outage what direction do they go in?"
"East, Sir."
"Follow the CCTV outages from Agent Thomas' car; send one car toward the signal as a precaution." Mycroft was already moving. Anthea never stopped looking up information on her Smartphone as she quickened her pace to keep up with Mycroft's long legs. Everyone but two agents followed Mycroft's lead.
"The signal is a decoy. We go east." Mycroft spoke his thoughts.
Several cars quickly turned onto the street and drove at high speeds down the road.
Sally Donovan was about to leave for the day. DI Lestrade shocked the entire Yard by doing something unheard of. He left at a decent hour to go home. She sighed as she turned her neck to the left then right stretching. She looked at the paperwork and hated to bother him. It was such a rare thing for him to actually get any rest, however, he did say that he wanted to be told when the approval came through.
She eyed the landline on her desk. She picked it up and with only a slight hesitation pushed the keys on the telephone and waited for it to ring. It rang several times before a prerecorded message in Lestrade's voice gave instructions to leave a message.
Donovan frowned and tried again to reach the DI. She had never known Lestrade not to answer a call unless he was in a meeting. Even then, he would let everyone know ahead of time that he would not be able to be reached. He always answered on the second ring and even climbed out of the shower one late night just to answer his mobile.
"Odd, that." Sally whispered to herself. She made a decision and grabbed her coat and handbag swinging it hastily over one shoulder. A frown made its way to her face. She grabbed the paperwork at the last minute. It would be her excuse for making sure that the DI was alright.
"Everything okay?" One of the other officers asked as he observed Sally rushing out the door.
"Yes." She said with a strained smile on her face. "I'll see you in the morning."
Sally walked hurriedly toward the steps. She reached inside of her coat pocket to retrieve her mobile. She wondered if she would even get a signal, as her feet tapped in quick rhythm on the concrete staircase.