Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 131
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"Each board contains two knights… The knight – with its strange and unpredictable jumps – is the trickiest of the
chess pieces.…"
"Run like hell and get the agony over with." ~ Clarence DeMar
Current day
Current time
Sherlock and John ran through the lower level of the building. John held on to the trolley. He used it to help balance and pull himself along.
"Almost there, John," Sherlock said in a breathy voice of encouragement.
"Sherlock!" John shouted. "The agent stopped breathing. We have to keep the blood circulating. Help me up, Sherlock,"
Within seconds, John was kneeling over the agent, and performing chest compressions. Sherlock pushed the trolley along, while in a full run.
Current Day
Current Time
Lestrade moved everyone toward the front of the hospital. Five beds with critically ill patients were at the back of the room. Multiple ambulances, and other transport vehicles were waiting outside. Agents, and Yarders help them to hold back the anxious crowd.
His mobile rang. He started to speak right away. "Donovan, are you ready out there?"
"Yes Sir," Donovan answered. "As ready as we're going to be, that is."
Lestrade turned and spoke to the room. "No one moves until I say, but when I say run, run."
Current Day
Current Time
Five Minutes.
They slammed the heavy door behind them. It would be five to seven minutes, once the blood stops circulating, before the implanted device exploded. The body had been deposited inside a freezer cabinet, in the inner chamber of the morgue. Now they ran for their lives.
They came to a lift but there was no time to wait. They headed toward the stairs. John leaned heavily on Sherlock. Sherlock thinned his lips, but did not complain.
Four Minutes.
Sherlock slammed his shoulder into the door as he clumsily half-dragged John inside the stairwell. John did not complain, but he did start to grunt half way up. Their feet ran clumsily up the stairs. They scurried from one step up to the next, as they avoided slipping.
"You're… Doing well… John," Sherlock breathed out in an encouraging voice. John said nothing but continued to move.
John's fingers gripped the handrail as Sherlock grip tightened on John's hand that was around his shoulder. His face and body was sweaty from the injuries and the physical exertion. As they were rounding the turn, half way up the stairs, his hand slipped. Both Holmes and John, fell on the floor.
"Leave me… Slowing you… Down." John could barely speak.
Sherlock was already pulling him up. "Would you leave… me?"
John looked in his best mate's eyes as he pulled himself upright. John tried to smile. He whispered, "Well then." Sherlock smiled back. They started to move again.
They had three minutes left.
Current Day
Current Time
In darkened rooms, several men at different locations moved silently into position. They were dressed in black colored, full body armour.
One tactical officer's boots braced against the floor as he placed his body in a partially kneeling position. He listened as a voice spoke orders through an earpiece. Eyes looked through the lens of his assault rifle. It was positioned at a window overlooking his target. The officer looked at Moriarty's sniper, as he pointed his weapon at the crowd below.
The tactical officer watched the movements of his target carefully, as he waited for the order to fire.
Current Day
Current Time
Two Minutes
They passed through a heavy metal door. Sherlock took a second to shut it properly. He wanted as many barriers between them and the explosion, as possible. Both John and Sherlock were growing weary, but they continued to run.
One Minute
They ran toward another double door. They were halfway to it, when they both stumbled. Sherlock was able to correct their balance so that they did not fall. Their legs and abused bodies burned with the effort of movement. Their movements were becoming more sloppy and increasingly uncoordinated, yet they both fought hard to remain upright.
Sherlock blinked away the sweat from his eyes as his breathing became harsh; it echoed John's breaths.
The floor started to vibrate. Both men glanced at each other. They, however, did not stop running.
Current Day
Current Time
When Lestrade felt the first sign of vibration, he bellowed, "RUN!"
He helped a medical worker to push a bed. The DI tried to ignore the hollow pit in his stomach when he thought of John, and Sherlock.
Current Day
Current Time
People were running below. Officers and agents ran toward them to assist. They maneuvered around the dead bodies as they quickly ran toward the waiting medical workers. The crowds were pushed back even more to avoid contact.
The tactical officer ignored the chaos below. His full attention was on his target. He listened as a voice gave the command to 'Go' in his earpiece. He looked through the lens of his assault rifle at Moriarty's sniper. He took a deep breath, in and out. He took another, and held that breath.
He fired his weapon.
A few trained eyes looked upward at the flashes of light. Most of the crowd never knew of the drama, taking place just above them.
Current Day
Current Time
The ground trembled, as a loud clap of sound pierced the air. Windows near the north-west corner of the building back shattered. Debris of glass, soot, and wreckage expanded outward as it rained onto the welcoming ground. A small cloud of black and gray smoke followed close behind and blended into the darkness.
On the horizon, the faintest of predawn light witnessed the drama.
Current Day
Several Minutes Later
Lestrade looked grimly as medics treated and prepared to transport the occupants of the building. Lestrade was blocked from going back into the building to search for Holmes and Watson. Everyone had been stripped of their clothing, showered, and dressed behind a privacy screen. They were each then given a blue, one-piece jumper to wear, while they waited to be transported.
Greg noticed a nurse sitting on a trolley across from him, in the tent that had been set up to block the news networks as well as provide privacy and warmth. He searched his mind. He got up quickly and walked over to her. She looked cautiously at him. He tried to smile.
"I'm Detective Inspector from Scotland Yard. I know you've been through an ordeal, but can you answer just a few questions."
She seemed to relax when she noticed that he had on the same blue, one-piece jumper that she was wearing. "You were in there, then?"
Lestrade smiled again. "Yes, we're lucky to be out, I'd say."
She smiled now. "Yeah." Her face became thoughtful. "It's all a bit foggy. I volunteered to stay behind and help with the patients. Next thing I know, I see a patient of mine that rather disappeared earlier. I smiled at him. I was amused, but a bit confused to find him dressed in a uniform."
She shifted slightly as she looked into his eyes. "He walked toward me and said he was sorry, and I was not to be afraid, but a bit of resistance was good, it would make it look authentic. I was convinced that he was a bit of a nutter. I saw the syringe in his hand and tried to back up and find a way to leave the room." Her frown deepened. "The next thing I know, I'm waking up out here. It seems that I slept through all the excitement." Nurse Abbey blushed slightly. "Someone had removed my uniform top and replaced it with a hospital gown. I'm afraid that's all I know." She shrugged.
Donovan walked up to the tape but could not pass. Lestrade saw her and gave a nod.
Lestrade smiled broadly now. "You've been most helpful."
Lestrade walked toward Donovan.
"You okay," he asked her.
"Fine, Sir," Sally said immediately.
Lestrade nodded at her. "Anything on Holmes, Watson?
"Not yet, Sir. They are preparing to enter in biohazard suits."
There was a moment of silence. Lestrade looked toward the building.
"There is something, interesting Sir." Sally raised her eyebrows.
That gained Lestrade's attention. "And that would be?"
"The body on the trolley, it was already dead. A young woman died about an hour ago, but because of the evacuation, she was never taken to the morgue. Someone dressed the body in a nursed uniform top and put fresh packs of blood, from the blood bank under the clothing. When the body was shot, the bags of blood burst. The body moved naturally when hit by the bullets, because no rigor mortis had set in yet. It was, excuse the term Sir, fresh." She looked at her DI. "It's just my opinion, but this has Holmes, written all over it."
Lestrade looked toward the building and smiled. "You might be right, Sergeant Donovan."
She followed his eyes. John and Sherlock were slowly exiting the building. They held on to each other as they swayed along. Sherlock and John were covered in dust from the building, and their hair was sticking up, and out of place. Four emergency workers ran full speed toward them. The first to arrive took John away from Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock fell on his hands and knees from fatigue. The second worker pulled Sherlock from the ground, and flung his arm around his shoulder. Several more workers arrived to help. This was a good thing, since John decided to lose consciousness again.
Lestrade cleared his throat. He closed and opened his eyes with relief. A relieved smile was on his face. He looked at Donovan with mild amusement. "I'm glad Sherlock doesn't have his overcoat. He loves that thing. Imagine what would happen if they told him it would have to be burned."
"That's a scary thought, Sir; he might have ended up murdering someone." Donovan looked at Lestrade.
Lestrade raised both eyebrows. He chose not to comment.
Current Day
Current Time
Miranda Holmes took a sip of tea. She paced back and forth as she waited for news from her eldest son. Her thoughts raced from one subject to another as her sharp mind tried to work out how to handle the new dangers to her family.
She heard footsteps approaching and knew that they were Mycroft's. She prepared herself and stilled her body. She waited for him to enter the small area.
He walked in and stood before his mother. He did not say a word, but looked at her. She studied him for a few seconds before a smile appeared on her face.
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, as the corners of his lips, turned up into a faint smile. They stood silent for a few moments before Mrs. Holmes spoke.
"Tea dear?"
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** Optional Fun Question: Five words are in the last chapter. These five words were spoken in both Doctor Who, and Sherlock Holmes A Scandal in Belgravia. Can you guess what it is?
This is a difficult one. Don't feel bad if you don't get it.
Do you want a hint?
Look up the word, correr in Spanish. (Correr) used as an intransitive verb.
Have fun :)