Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 101
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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The answer to last week fun question. Ronald Adair was a character in the book , The Adventure of The Empty House, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It is the story of the resurrection of Sherlock Holmes after he faked his death at Reichenbach falls.
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"An underlying principle in the chess strategy of the chess opening is to try to control the centre of the board.…"
… The Opening Move …
"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars." ~ Og Mandino
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A violent shift sent the woman's body sliding then striking against the side of something firm, yet pliable. She woke with a shocked gasp. The sounds were so quiet that it was lost in the cabin of the motorcar. She was no longer in the cab. A part of her sharp mind instantly noticed this fact, while the other part just attempted to make sense of sensations, physical input, and garbled sounds. She blinked as her eyes rebelled and rolled upward into her eyelids. Her sharp mind tried to swim against the fog of confusion that had descended onto it. There was something that she had to do. What was it, what did she have to do? It was crucial.
Sounds slowly came into focus as the retreating rays of the sunlight flicked on her face.
She suddenly remembered what she had to do.
She put her hands into her pocket hoping she would still find it there. It was. Adler finished pushing in numbers on her mobile that was in her coat pocket. She normally could text blindfolded, which was a good thing since she could not look at her mobile phone now. She hoped that she was alert enough to not make a mistake. She fought to stay awake long enough to push the send key on her mobile. She did push it. However, that small act seemed to take the last energy reserve from her.
Against her will, her eyes started to close on their own accord. The sounds seemed to be fading further and further away as the darkness advanced and wrapped its arms around her once again.
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Mycroft gave the list to The Chancellor. She looked it over intently and crossed her legs elegantly extending her arm to rest on the striped high-back wing chair.
"This is a list of facilities that might be at risk. I have it on excellent authority that authorization codes to some," Mycroft hesitated, not because he did not have the correct words, but instead to give her a chance to draw a conclusion before he spoke again. "… Shall we say, sensitive equipment, has been compromised."
"Why tell me this Mycroft? There are proper channels that this information should go through." She paused and looked at him curiously. "Unless those channels, proper or otherwise, are not desired." She took a sip of coffee to gather her thoughts. "What you're saying seems a little farfetched, if it was anyone but you, I would have laughed at them. How could any one man, operative, or criminal, have gained access to the weapons codes for so many countries? To what end. One man cannot consume the entire world."
The Chancellor adjusted her slightly larger frame in her chair. She waited patiently for Holmes to speak.
Mycroft put his tea down and looked intently at the Chancellor of Germany. She noticed his scrutiny but resisted the urge to frown. Instead, she straightened her back and used one hand to press down her immaculate red suit. Mycroft felt his mobile vibrate once but ignored it. He knew Anthea would get it. He was curious; however,to who it was. Only emergencies would be put through when he was speaking with such important parties.
He finally spoke. "Angela, you are a woman of vision and imagination. What you have done with your influences is well known. I am asking you to use your influences again. It is not a comforting thought that one man can have such… power, but I assure you, he does. I believe he has been patiently and slowly infesting the economical and political structures of several continents. His influence has even reached the European Council, of which I know that you have intimate knowledge since you are the President of the European Council."
"Much of his influence has been broken. I know the person who was responsible for bringing down this operative, as you call him, and much of the assembly of criminals under him. Trust me when I say that he paid dearly for it." Mycroft had to make an effort to keep his face impassive. He took a moment to insure that his breathing was even.
He took out another list and handed it over to The Chancellor who looked then made no attempts to hide her frown now.
"Yes Mycroft, this is the name of one hundred and twenty of our most troublesome criminals that we are attempting to capture. As you know, the problem is that we have remarkably little information on anything about them, they remain irritatingly elusive." Anger flashed across her eyes before she schooled her face once again.
Mycroft mobile silently vibrated once again. He noticed but kept his mind on what he was doing.
"There are not one hundred and twenty criminals. There is one man with one hundred and twenty aliases. The name he actually goes by might not be familiar to you. It is James Moriarty." Mycroft said nothing else but instead waited for her reaction.
"One man is responsible for so much chaos." The Chancellor sounded surprised.
"Think of him as a spider that pulls many strings." Mycroft said with a false smile. He had to end this. He had a meeting across the pond with the Secretary of State for the United States of America in less than thirty-five hours. He also wanted to make sure that Sherlock and John were all right. Someone was trying desperately to reach him.
"This man Moriarty is regaining power quickly, and the man who once stopped him is… indisposed at the moment. If quick actions are not taken, it might be too late. He has already secured the codes for weapons. That is a fact. One man cannot consume the entire world, you said, but let us not forget Hitler. Hitler was thought to be no more than slightly bothersome until he gained real power, at that point, it was too late. According to a trusted source, this man has only two goals in mind Chancellor."
"And that would be?" She already had an idea of the answer.
Mycroft smiled again. It was a strange smile. "To see the world bow to him."
His eyes now pierced into hers. "And, to see the world burn."
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He stood and stumbled from the bed as he dry-wiped his face. The back of Robert's naked frame was turned away from his lover. She lay topless on the bed and stretched as she watched him with lustful eyes walk about. He reached for a fag and lit it as he slowly took a breath, held it in his lungs for a moment, then just as slowly, exhaled.
"A bad habit you've picked up love," She said as she frowned slightly. He also drank too much even though she had to admit that at least he was better at not drinking out in public.
Robert Anderson snorted before taking another drag and inhaling deeply again. "I had a stressful few days. Holmes has not even been here for close to two months. He walked back in as if he owns the world, tearing me apart and calling me an idiot. Me. Can you imagine? The pompous, posh, sodden bastard." His body was shaking with rage now. He took another drag of the fag and clinched his free hand into a fist.
Anderson smiled evilly. "He is not as untouchable as he tries to make everyone think." Anderson was lost in thoughts of revenge as an odd smile lit his face. He inhaled again as he pursed his lips and ribbons of smoke floated forward and ascended upward filling the room with a distinct odor.
His musing was interrupted as he felt a warm hand on his left shoulders then a warm body pressed against his back. "You've made comments like that before love. What do you have on him? If you tell me…" She turned his head as she contorted her upper half and pressed a long kiss into his body. "… What you have on the famous Sherlock Holmes…" She gave another slower and more passionate kiss, "I can help you. Everyone thinks that I have changed, that I am sorry for taking part in the trouble that freak, Holmes suffered, that I was manipulated."
She waited for him to think. She was determined to have her way, she usually did have it.
"You are a clever totty, aren't ya?" Anderson smiled as he turned into her arms. His mind was fighting him again. He felt guilty. Should he tell her about the tapes, let her watch the videos? They could both have a good laugh. Was this not crossing some invisible line somewhere? He had already crossed so many lines. They kissed again. He then pulled back slightly so that he could look into her eyes. A part of him wanted to tell her. She had helped him to slow down drinking; she only had his best interest at heart. He wavered then opened his mouth. His mobile phone ringing interrupted him. He bent down and reached for the mobile.
"I have to go, another murder." He walked off quickly toward the shower.
She looked up and she thought curiously, as she watched him walk, and then disappear around the corner.
Anderson fully dressed then rushed out the door after kissing his lover on the lips. She finished buttoning her shirt as she smiled at him and watched him walk out the door. Her smile disappeared as soon as the door closed. She picked up her mobile.
"I think Anderson is keeping something from me. Something about Holmes." Her smile widened.