Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 24: The Bloody Guardsman 2

Flashback:

Michael ran into the building to find Sherlock. He couldn't have gotten that far, Michael thought to himself. He ran through the hallways, dodged pass all the guards and soldiers. Then he passes by the break room, where many soldiers and chatting and laughing after their shift. Some of them are playing tennis.

"Michael?" A familiar voice called out. "What are you doing here?"

Curly blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and those familiar cheekbones that he also got from his father. "Finding you, of course!" Michael glared at Sherlock. "Are you crazy? Have you gone insane? We could get into bloody trouble, for God's sake!" He whisper-shouted.

"Well-" Sherlock tried to explain himself as footsteps could be heard coming closer to them. "Oops." The detective muttered as Michael let out a sigh.

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John walked into the office, with Major Reed sitting behind his desk, looking at John's military ID card placed on the table and some basic information about him. John sat on the opposite chair, looking at the major nervously. "Can I ask what this is in connection with?" Major Reed glanced up at John."

"Private Bainbridge contacted us about a personal matter, sir."

"Nothing's personal when it concerns my troops. What do you really want?" The major looked at John suspiciously. "Press? Digging for some bloody Royal story or something?"

John sighed, pointing at his military ID card once more. "No, sir, I'm Captain John Watson, Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers."

"Retired. You could be a used car salesman now, for all I know." John stared at the major, offended. That's... a bit rude, John scoffed slightly.

"I know you, don't I?" The major squinted his eyes and leaned closer to John. "I've seen you in the papers. Hang around with that detective – the one with the silly hat. What the hell does Bainbridge want with a detective?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say." John said.

"You're not at liberty to say?! He's a soldier in my regiment – I'll be damned if he's going to get up to cloak and dagger nonsense like this." Suddenly, a duty sergeant ran into the room. Urgent matter, probably.

"What's going on?" The major got up from his seat.

"It's Bainbridge, sir. He's dead." Major Reed eyes widen as he immediately ran out of the room with the duty sergeant, with John Watson followed behind them.

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They rushed towards the shower room to find Bainbridge now lying face down on the floor with lots of broken glass surrounding him. "My God!" The major immediately shouts for a doctor, looking at poor Bainbridge in distress. John drops to the ground and starts checking the body for any signs of the murderer. "Let me take a look, sir. I'm a doctor."

Major Reed turned to the army doctor. "What? Sergeant, arrest this man. The duty sergeant twists John's arm from behind his back. "What? No-no! I'm a – I'm a doctor."

"Oh, you're a doctor now, too. Sergeant!" The major said, looking towards the door to find a doctor. Another duty sergeant barges into the room with Sherlock and Michael. Their hands were also twisted behind their backs. "Sir, caught these two snooping around. Apparently one of them is a child."

Major Reed turned to John. "Is that what this was all about? Distracting me so that this man could get in here and kill Bainbridge?"

Sherlock and Michael managed to pull away from the sergeant's grip and try to walk closer to Bainbridge's body. "Kill him with what? Where's the weapon?" Sherlock mumbled as he holds his arms wide. "Where's the weapon? Go on, search me." Michael also holds out his hands and there is still no signs of any weapon or guns at all.