Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

90. Retaliation

Turning off his bedside light John Barrymore turned over and prepared to return to his peaceful sleep, promising himself the pleasure of planning the downfall of Holmes the younger, and he had almost tipped over into the arms of Morpheus when his phone rung again.

With a snarl he snatched the handset once more from its cradle, and a cold voice asked him a question that sent his heart plummeting to his stomach, and his blood pressure soaring.

"How will you work Mr Barrymore, when your offices no longer exist, and your staff are no longer at your beck and call?"

Before he could respond the sound of the dial tone reached his ear as the caller rang off.

Wasting no time he dialled the number of the night security staff but the line was dead.

Then he tried his trusted second in command. The mobile switched straight to voicemail, and when he dialled the land-line he was greeted with that same burr of a line that was no longer available.

Anger drove him from his bed, pulling clothes haphazardly onto his bulky body, puffing with a combination of exertion and anger.

He was already halfway down the stairs when a fist pounded on the door. As he approached it blew inwards, splitting and splintering as the blast knocked him backwards.