Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 107
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"Good chess strategy suggests you make your first move with the pawn in front of either your King or Queen…"
… King or Queen Part IV…
Alone in the Dark.
With only my thoughts and,
and blades?
The darkness is my friend.
My only other?
~ Unknown
Current Day
Current Time
Muffled sounds were swimming just outside of his understanding.
Sherlock thought that he heard a voice that told him to wake up. John? Was that John? Was he not the one to complain that he did not get enough sleep?
"Mor... Sleep… Jon." Sherlock slurred. He let the welcome darkness pull him into its arms.
He felt his body shake.
"Hump," He slurred as he waved a hand away.
Sherlock gasped and blinked his eyes furiously as he moaned. He moved his hand toward the small explosion of heat, and pain on the left side of his face. Pieces of information started to make sense as sights, sounds, and sensations fell into their logical place. He blinked open his eyes to see if his earlier theory was correct.
"You slapped me," Holmes muttered just above a whisper as his rubbery hand slid down his cheek once. He blinked the haze away as he looked at Donovan, and whispered hoarsely. "Wanted to do that for a while, have we."
"I had to wake you up," Sally said with an innocent smile. Her smile suddenly left. "I think that we better get you out of there, can you walk?"
He flexed his legs before answering, "I think so."
Sherlock looked around and was startled when dead eyes stared into his. The upper half of a dead body was lying partially on him. "Step back," he said before he used both legs and pushed the body though the partially bent doorway. The body landed with a thud on the unforgiving concrete. He grunted as he squeezed his body through the twisted remains of the back seat, deployed airbags, and shattered fragments of glass.
He stepped onto the concrete and stood for a split second before he stumbled, collapsing onto his hands and knees.
Sally's hand was on his back instantly. They both grunted from the effort of pulling Holmes to his feet. He staggered a bit before getting his bearings and standing still.
"Holmes?"
Holmes blinked and nodded but could not talk at the moment. He waited for the dizziness to pass. Smoke lazily ascended from the crushed engine as a faint hissing sound broke the silence of the early morning.
"Backup should be here soon. We just have to wait." Donovan looked around when she was finished talking. They were in a seedy part of town. It was early morning with no one in sight. She looked at Holmes; he seemed steadier on his feet now than when he first awakened. Nevertheless, she had witnessed the man faint twice in a short span of time. That could not be good.
"You okay?" Donovan asked with concern.
"Fine, I'm fine, just give me a minute," Sherlock blinked as he looked at the two bodies on the ground. The one that had been partially laid in the backseat now joined the other one stretched out on the ground. Both had bullet holes in the clothing and blood underneath. Sherlock looked at his feet confused when he noticed that they were missing shoes. He searched his pocket for his mobile and did not find it.
"They wanted your shoes for some reason," Sally gave a confused expression. They shot both of them in the heels. They did not realize that I was conscious. I was able to shoot both while they were distracted. They were about to smash your mobile as well before I shot them. I could not save your mobile battery though. She nodded toward the ground and the partially crushed battery that was next to her broken mobile.
"The only reason that I had my gun was the increased level of threat. Those who were certified were told to carry them. If I did not have my gun…" She did not finish her sentence. She did not have to.
Sherlock did not answer, and he said nothing as he walked slightly unsteadily to one of the attackers. Sally heard him mumble something that sounded like, "Too small," before moving to the other attacker. He sighed and said aloud, "It will have to do." He then managed to get both pairs off, but almost fell over as he attempted to remove the shoes.
Sally's hands steadied him and helped him to sit on the edge of the tangled mess that was once a car. "What are you doing?" She asked annoyed. "Do you want to crack your head open? Where would all your genius be then?"
"In case we have to run," he said simply as he put on one slightly too big shoe, and tied the shoelaces extra tight. Donovan frowned as she said with some trepidation. "They will be here soon." Sherlock did not reply but instead put on the other shoe and repeated the process. He stood now and winced as he walked around. Sally watched his odd, well; more odd than usual behavior and wondered if he hit his head.
He now turned and examined Sally Donovan for the first time. She looked disheveled with small amounts of shattered safety glass in her hair and a streak of something brown on her face. He was sure that he looked similar in appearance. She had on the same navy trouser from earlier, but no jacket or coat. He unsteadily took off his coat and gave it to her.
"Too big and long." She said with a shiver. He thought for a moment then took off his dress jacket. She took it without comment and put it on, she then buttoned the front and rolled up the sleeves.
Holmes eyes were drawn to the front of her ivory colored shirt. Now, however, there was the addition of blood that seemed to be almost painted onto the front. Sherlock hand came toward her shirt when Sally's hand stopped him.
The subdued sound of an ambulance was heard off in the distance. "I told you that they were close." She said with some relief. Holmes ignored her as he continued to gaze intently at her.
"Not my blood," She said simply as she nodded toward the bodies on the ground.
Sherlock searched her face for any signs of deception when his thoughts were interrupted. The sound of a car engine that was pushed to the max shattered the relative quiet of the early morning. The sound of a second car engine joined the first.
"It could be help coming," Sally said breathlessly.
"Without the sirens on, both police cars?"
She did not notice the fact that Holmes came close to her and took her hand. He looked into her eyes, a second later; two shadowy outlines ran hand-in-hand down the alleyway with the taller outline slightly in front.
The car came to an abrupt stop. The sound of the gentle tap of the man's dark brown leather shoes was swallowed up by the sound of an engine.
A tall thin man with a beard stepped outside the car. Anyone who looked at him would say that he held himself with an air of authority. The middle-aged man had strands of gray scattered sporadically throughout both his hair and beard. He looked at the tangled mess of steel, metal, and shards of glass. His eyes shifted to the two bloodied bodies on the ground. He frowned and cursed. This was supposed to be a straightforward job.
He now glanced up to the lamppost. They had timed the car crash to occur in an area that did not have a working CCTV. Several more CCTVs would have been found to have their coverage interrupted. A second car came to an abrupt stop as he closed his car door.
"Sir," a man said speaking in Czech. "Mr. Holmes is not here."
"Find him," the man with the beard hissed irritably. He watched as several of his men ran in groups of two. They ran in four different directions. One pair ran down the darkened alley that Holmes and Donovan had just run down.
Kilián's thoughts became dark. Moran was not going to like it if they did not find Holmes. In addition, there was someone that was more frightening than Moran, Moran's employer. He had worked for him for five years and had not known his name. There were rumors now that shook the criminal world. A name was finally given to the darkness that had even harden criminals shuddering. Even now, he would only think, but not say the name. It was Moriarty.
His long legs walked quickly back to the car as he cursed getting in. Kilián slid into the passenger seat quickly and closed the door with more force than was necessary. "Drive, find him. He has just been in an accident. He could not have gotten far."
Two sets of cars drove in opposite directions as the sound of an ambulance was heard at a distance. He would have to work fast. The police could not be far behind. Kilián cursed again. If the police came, they would have to be careful. They could not afford to draw attention to themselves. However, they also could not afford to fail.
They did have two advantages. The first was the early hours, which assured that the traffic flow was low. The second and most noteworthy advantage was that they were in a part of town where most people would mind their own business. His eyes glanced toward the alleyways that they drove by. He witnessed a man and a woman running hand-in-hand as they disappeared from the street into another alley. "Wait!" He got on his mobile and spoke, "I see them!"
"It is true that speed kills. In distance running, it kills anyone who does not have it."
~Brooks Johnson
They had been running for several minutes both Holmes lungs and legs were burning. One of the two men was gaining with the other man lagging further and further behind. Several bullets whizzed past their bodies before someone just entering the far end of the alley gave the command to stop shooting and take him alive. In the back of Holmes mind, he noticed that the commands came in Czech.
The first man was gaining on them. Donovan's hand was ripped away from Holmes as she fell. This caused Holmes to stumble and fall himself. He was stunned for a few seconds before the severity of their situation was remembered. He scrambled up to his feet just before he received a blow to his jaw. The blow caused him to spin and hit the alley wall with his shoulder.
The first man was on Holmes again. Another blow came toward his face, the opposite side this time. His normally quick movements were dulled from his injuries. Yet, he was still able to pivot out of the way but not entirely.
Sherlock grunted with pain as he was knocked partially to the knee of his left foot. Holmes noticed the smallest glimmer by his right hand on the dirty ground of the alley. In the back of Sherlock's mind, the sounds of Donovan struggling with the second man registered. Holmes hand moved in front of his face for protection just before the first man hit it.
When the first man noticed that Holmes tried to protect his face, the first man brought first one hand to knock Holmes hand away, then a second hand to hit Holmes in the face. The criminal's goal was to knock the Consultant Detective unconscious.
If Holmes did have the energy, he would have smiled at the predictable move. It had been Sherlock's plan. The first man had his throat, and upper chest exposed for just a second. That was all Holmes needed as his left hand punched the first man in his solo plexus with all his energy. The first man fell to his knees gagging. A second later, his right hand came down on the criminal's head. The empty glass bottle shattered into a hundred dull sparkles as it reflected beams of stray light.
Holmes did not wait but punched him twice and watched as his eyes closed stunned.
The struggling behind him suddenly stopped. Holmes heard a groan of pain as he turned, running, to help Donovan. It was unnecessary. The second man lay unconscious on the ground next to Donovan. Sally lay panting on the ground. She had hit him with the blunt end of her gun.
Holmes raised an eyebrow as he helped her to her feet. They both grunted from the pain and effort. The first man was starting to try to rise unsteadily to his feet. The distant sound of footsteps were heard at the same time that a car engine was heard. Holmes had a plan. His mind calculated the risk even as they started to run again. Holmes, and Donovan exited the alley and ran toward the street.
Holmes saw a car speeding down the street and instead of slowing down to avoid being hit by the motorcar, he ran faster pulling Sally behind him. It happened so fast that she did not have time to object. The body of the pursuer collided with the top of the car then fell off as the car screeched to a stop.
The teenage driver stared in shock at the moaning body on the ground. Before the two could ask the driver for help, the frightened driver backed up and drove full speed around the body, and down the street. They did not have time to think. Holmes and Donovan disappeared into an alley with their pursuers not far behind. In the area, Lestrade, police, and agents searched for the two; while Kilián and his men did the same.