Chapter 16: The Time Has Come~
Irene screams when the door tears open.
For a moment Sherlock and John stand there ,faces twisted in utter disgust at what they have just witnessed. To know that Irene Adler was a world-renowned whore was one thing, but to actually have caught her in the act...
"I think-think I'm actually gonna be sick..."John gasped leaning against the wall.
His eyes grew wide when he saw the look on Sherlock's face.
"Irene, I will ask you only once to get to your feet."
"I'm not answering any of your questions ,Mr. Holmes. I don't care if you torture me...I'm far more terrified of Pandora and the Exterminator than a silly fool with a grudge like you..."
Sherlock nodded, absent mindedly. John could tell that his lucid moments were beginning to fade away. It had taken them longer to get to this office than they would have liked. 31 hours remained till the Akhlys hour strikes.
The time of trouble had come now. John was a doctor, he had a sixth sense about these sorts of things. They were losing Sherlock, and soon, the Game would truly begin.
"Which is fine; I'm not here to talk to you." he hissed. Then he reached, the poison rendering him super-human strong, to the electrical outlets on the wall. His fingers clawed the plastic protective cover off, and he ripped the light switch out, took a fist full of power cords, and began to pull them out of the wall like whips.
Came to the Ponzi scheming man he had literally caught with his pants down, that was still lying on the floor, and pressed his heel into the bottom of his throat.
" I will not speak to you, until you have pulled up, zipped, and buttoned your trousers."
With a cowardly squeak the man obeyed. Sherlock eased up off his throat.
"Do you know...who I am?"
"I've got a feeling I'm about to?"
"Somewhat clever...Might be of use...You ..are working for Mary Morstan. You are the one who has guaranteed she is able to use the observation deck on floor 86 for her snipe-scoping purposes. You have laundered money from the Empire Realty company to the myriad gangs I put out of commission,oh within the last 3 hours...You were just about to send out another transaction to Morstan's bosses in Europe. It's just that easy...the Pandora have embedded themselves in Seville. Want to know how I know that? Irene's lingerie gave it away. It's made of a Sevillian fabric, clearly a recent gift from the home-front. So it seems I have solved it all then...Irene has set up a headquarters for her mistress here in the Empire city of the United States, where she has been permanently exiled since that little business in Karachi. She immediately went back to making mischief,started climbing the lattice, until she reaches your office, and finds that this is where all the money and wishes are coming from, like a proper little Christmas elf you are!"
Sherlock jerks the electrical cords, with a powerful jerk that pulls some of the light fixtures out of the ceiling. Irene gasps, panting, terrified of Sherlock, and guilty too, knowing that she has him to thank for her life, and he very well is capable of taking the life he spared away.
"You'd best start talking, and DON'T bore me! I can feel Akhlys sinking her teeth into me now..I've only got a moment or two left in my own mind. It's all pretty clear. You are the bread and butter for Morstan's operation, the Woman is the reason why, it doesn't take my skills to see what her role is... The headquarters Pandora has been reporting back to are in a wealthy sector of Seville in Spain; that fabric is rare and expensive! Don't have to ask you if I got anything wrong...the stimulation...I know I'm right...It's MADDENINGLY easy...But if you don't wish to be brought down to my level- because I've got all the time I need to make you BURN...You will tell me what Morstan really means to use this building for...What is the crime that she planned in this City?"
"Isn't this cheating...on the Game?"
Sherlock bit down into the power cords until he exposed live wires that prickled and hissed like vipers in his hands...
"I am a demon...Did you expect me to play fair?"
The man squeaked..."Oh...Oh My God, alright-alright, just, don't burn my nose!..It's the building itself. She plans one epic, master act of terrorism from this building. She's not going to blow it up or anything. She means to make it into a funeral pyre of sorts for some guy named Sherlock Holmes...Burn him on the very top of it...With all these people trapped inside. They say that the dope they've got him strung out on, is a thousand times more powerful when its heat released. It will turn New York City into a regular Bedlum! A Metropolis sized Psychiatric Ward!"
Sherlock smiled..."All in the name of one man?"
"Really, seriously! I didn't want to help her! This guy, he called himself..uh...Youngblood. He's using her for her to burn the building...show how Wicked Witch scary she is to the whole world...But he owns something big in media..I really didn't know...seriously..I just..I just keep books, ok?..He meant to kill her on live tv or something...him and his reporter girlfriend...think her name was something like Kitty..Kitty Reilly! that was it..."
Sherlock nodded as everything clicked into place.
"When he killed the world's most notorious terrorist on live tv, he meant to declare himself the devil. He has like all this blackmail stored up some place ..that he's gonna broadcast to everyone. It will tear down all the well-built world-wide security, and start some kind of crazy anarchy war. He's basically a Hitler wannabe, with like extreme toxin savvy...I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!"
He whimpered suddenly knowing what would happen to him now that he spilled. Irene gasped...
"Oh Sherlock... be a dear and kill him. When Mary finds out that he's spilled his guts to YOU...it will be more merciful what you're planning on doing with the cords..."
"MERCY?!" Sherlock suddenly spat and looked up.
"Oh my God!" John gasped.
Sherlock's eyes had gone milky... A dark blue, the pupils almost hidden completely.
He was foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, forcefully jutting his teeth out like fangs...Into the midst of the foamy spit there was also streams of blood.
"IT'S TIME!" he roared and wrapped the cords around the bookkeepers neck ,electrocuting him until he lay still, groaning eyes blinking stupidly at the ceiling...
"WANT A WAR, DO YOU?! YOU'VE GOT ONE!" Sherlock shouted, and ,suddenly, he leaped up into the place where the light fixtures were wired,and the building's vent system.
With superhuman strength, he began to tear his way upward.
John was left staring at Irene, who stared back gaping.
"You wanna put some clothes on? And then, find me a first aid kit. We've got to tend to this bloke, and get some medics here. Mycroft's got the NYPD behind us; this War won't last so long. Specially since I'm going to spill to them about everything..."
Irene stared.
"You heard me! Come on!"
"You're not going to kill me?I mean...you could...?"
"Your not the one who turned my friend into Frankenstein. No, I'm not killing anyone. But if I have to go to Akhlys herself for a chance at him; I will take Magnusson down with my own two hands!"
Irene swallowed at the determination on John's face.
"What about...Sherlock? ...Are you going to go after...him?"
John sighed..."This spell won't last for too long. If I go after him now, like this...He could get hurt...I could get killed. Lives could be put at risk. I've got GPS on him...I-I know what I'm doing. His life is the utmost priority to me...by God...I know what I'm about...Now get me a first aid kit, and at least put a shirt on!"
The War had officially begun.