Area 51

Chapter Ten

 

Aman who was in his forties and had jet black hair, sat inside a vast room with thick red velvet drapery, a large red carpet, and dark polished wooden walls while watching a show on Netflix on his laptop, which was placed on top a mahogany table, while sitting on a red velvet chair with golden legs and handles.

 

     He looked away from the laptop screen. He had read the books, and knew that Sherlock had faked his own death. Maybe Nicholas John Royal Silverstone should, too. He can spy on other Silverstones or even the Elites anytime he wants. Nicholas looked at the screen once again and saw the scene where Sherlock was talking to John in the phone.

 

     “This phone call…it’s my note.” he said. “That’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note.”

 

     “Leave a note when?” John asked, still looking at Sherlock who was standing on a ledge of the rooftop of a building. 

 

     “Goodbye, John.” Sherlock said, gazing at his friend.

 

     “No.” John said, looking at Sherlock. “Don’t.”

 

     Sherlock looked at John one last time and throws his phone away. John screams Sherlock’s name and then Sherlock Holmes plunged into his death. Fake death if you want to be positive.

 

     All of a sudden, the large oak doors of the room opened and a man in a black suit came in, running towards Nicholas and looked rather alarmed. “Sir!” he called, “Sir Silverstone!”

 

     “Don’t address me by my surname, Philip,” Nicholas said, not looking at the man. “You’ll confuse people.”

 

     Philip frowned as he reached Nicholas’ table then forced himself to smile in front of the leader of the family. “Sir Nicholas,” he said stiffly. “The—”

 

     “Shut your mouth, Philip,” Nicholas said, still not looking at him. “I’m watching Sherlock.”

 

     “But this is much more important than a show, Sir Nicholas!” Philip protested.

 

     “Are you insulting Sherlock, Philip?” Nicholas asked as he reached out towards the keyboard to pause the video.

 

     Philip bowed his head. “No, Sir Nicholas,”

 

     “That was the right lie, Philip.” Nicholas said then finally looked at the man with cold, steely grey eyes.

 

     The man with the dark brown hair swallowed.

 

     Nicholas stared at him for a few more seconds then said, “Now, what’s so important?”

 

     “The Elites, Sir,” he said.

 

     Nicholas raised a brow. Philip swallowed again then continued, “They’re on the move, Sir.”