Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 124
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" Each board contains two knights… The knight – with its strange and unpredictable jumps – is the trickiest of the chess pieces.…"
… White Knight, Black Knight… Unpredictable Jumps…Part III
Note: Nick means, to steal. (The word nicked is used in this chapter.)
"At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices." ~ Erin Bow
Current Day
Current Time
Thomas inserted his hands into his suit trouser pockets. He had managed to change into a suit sometime during the long night. The last thirty hours had been tiring for everyone. Closed eyes tightened briefly as frustration and fatigue was breathed away.
Several hurried footsteps rhythmically, and rapidly tapped against the cool, oak, floor, as they entered the room. He did not bother to look up.
Agent Thomas heard the doors behind him swing open. He gripped the cup of coffee. Both of his hands wrapped around the warm mug. Eventually, one hand left the mug and came to rest on one of the reports. The files, folders and pictures lay everywhere on the moderately sized round table in front of him. It was an organized clutter.
Several surfaces in the room were similarly covered, with agents hovering close by.
Minutes later, there was another set of feet that entered the room. The door to the villa swung open, then close, too quickly. He looked up briefly and could tell by the sound of the shoes as it rapidly struck against the floor that someone had urgent news. Agent Blake Thomas looked up at the woman who had arrived in the early hours of the morning. He considered the woman who had apparently accomplished the impossible. In the room stood the woman that somehow touched the untouchable, Sherlock Holmes. Only Doctor Watson had ever been able to reach the heart of Holmes. His thoughts were interrupted by someone near his right shoulder. It was a lower level staffer who had urgent news.
"Sir, here are the reports that you requested." The lower level agent stood close by, awaiting orders quietly.
"Have you been able to reach Doctor Watson or the agent that was with him?" Thomas read the report. He frowned.
"Sorry Sir," The agent said.
Thomas noticed movement to his left.
Mycroft, Anthea, and Irene Adler walked up to him. Thomas resisted the urge to frown deeper
"Yes Sir?" He said as he sat the coffee down and turned around.
"Thomas, Miss Adler has some information that might be useful." Thomas looked at Adler. Her face looked perfectly calm; however, he noticed that her breathing was elevated. He acknowledged her by turning and giving her his full attention.
"My sources tell me that Jim has learned a new trick. He is no longer just consulting with criminals. He had staged a sort of revolution. He is trying to merge several major and minor criminal organizations into one, new enterprise. Moriarty would be the head of that new enterprise, of course. If any criminal organization refused to join the merger, the head of that organization would vanish, or be mysteriously killed. The latest organization that he has acquired specializes in experimental forms of weaponry. I think that I can help, but first I need to know everything that is currently happening to Mr. Sherlock Holmes." She locked eyes with him and waited.
Thomas looked at Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft gave a subtle nodded of permission. Thomas started to speak.
Current Day
Current Time
The nicked name tag had an electronic strip on it that, when scanned, opened the door that were locked between medical units. His hand swiftly, and confidently, pulled the ID through the scanner. The door opened. This allowed him to walk directly through the units relatively unnoticed. A few faces looked at him as they searched their memory. He moved quickly on before they had time to give him much notice. They were always soon distracted. It was a busy day. That fact was to his advantage.
Sherlock moved unnoticed dressed in a uniform. A stethoscope hung loosely around his neck. He avoided the few stares that he received. The scarf hid the bruises on his neck. He, however, could not hide the bruise on the side of his face.
He passed a corridor and entered yet another unit on a different floor. His eyes scanned around taking in everything. He searched for anything out of place. For anything that would cause a warning inside of him.
He looked around as he came to an isolated corridor. He picked back up the borrowed mobile and continued to speak to Mycroft. He tried to avoid any security cameras.
Sherlock casually glanced around again. "Moriarty has something going on at this hospital that I am in."
"Sherlock, not only is Lestrade somewhere in the hospital now, but the agent that Moriarty tortured is there as well." Mycroft voice floated from the mobile.
Sherlock steps slowed for a moment. "That cannot be a coincidence Mycroft."
"Agreed." Mycroft immediately conceded.
Sherlock thought for a moment. "I don't want John in here. Moriarty is still much too focused on him for me to be comfortable. I'll need him on the outside to do a few things for me. I also need for you to somehow reroute all emergency calls so that the ambulances goes to other locations."
Mycroft did not respond immediately. Sherlock knew that was never a good sign. He frowned at Mycroft's hesitation.
"Sherlock, John found your message. He is using his mobile to track your signal to your mobile phone." There was the sound of talking in the background. "He should have arrived at where you are by now."
Sherlock completely stopped walking.
"I see." There was a hint of a tremble in Sherlock's voice before he gained control of himself. "Mycroft, Moriarty took both my mobile and my coat. Any signal that John is to follow will not lead him to me."
"Sherlock." There was no answer. "Sherlock Holmes." Mycroft rarely raised his voice. That shook Sherlock out of his mind.
"Mycroft." Sherlock said with a strangely calm voice.
Mycroft's voice was firm. "Calm yourself."
"Am I not calm?" Sherlock pulled out Moriarty's mobile, as he glanced at a security camera on the ceiling. He opened the door to an empty room and entered for privacy. Despite the borrowed male uniform and the nicked red scarf, he noticed a few stares and thought that it was time to retreat.
"No. At this moment, dear brother, you are the very opposite of calm. Get your emotions under control. You need logic and nothing else. Concentrate. Moriarty thinks that your pain is amusing. He wants to punish you, but he still wants you to engage in the game. If he kills John now, he loses any chance to get you to go away with him willingly. To willingly play his games. He will not kill John, at least not yet."
Sherlock managed to iron out the tremble still in his voice before he spoke again. "What about a little torture?"
Mycroft did not answer his question. "How are you physically?"
"Peachy," Sherlock said with returned sarcasm.
Mycroft was relieved. Sherlock's sarcasm meant that he was still fighting.
"On that happy note, I'll inform Lestrade and my agent that you are in the hospital." There was a moment of silence before Mycroft spoke again. "I'll do as you've asked. The hospital officials should be cooperative once I make a phone call. Where are you?"
"Second floor, employee lounge." Sherlock stop speaking. The mobile that Moriarty gave him, rang.
He looked at his pocket and pulled out Moriarty's mobile. He hit the connect button with more force than was necessary.
"Jim."