Monsters Aren't Real (Superlock)

Chapter 6

The Taxi stopped before the British Museum. It had appeared that Kevin hadn't actually gone to one of London's archives that was open for public, but the private collection of the British Museum. Sherlock couldn't help but wonder who that man really was. At first, Sherlock had suspected the man was a part of the mafia or cult. But why would those be interested in the British Museum archives? To steal valuable objects and sell on the black market? Maybe a person high up in the illegal food chain wanted a special artifact to decorate their house with? He didn't know now, but Sherlock was sure he would find out. Because he wasn't the world's best (and only, however, he decided not to think about that) consulting detective.

Sherlock ignored the tourists who stood in line for the museum as he strode past them. He hadn't the time to wait. He was pretty sure that most of the people would agree that a murder case was more important than their boring, ordinary family trip, and besides that, he really didn't want to stand in line for at least an hour with a severe concussion.

He looked behind him and saw that John had just finished paying the cabbie driver. He waited impatiently while his shorter companion caught up with him.

"Next time, you're paying." Was the only thing the blogger said. But Sherlock could see the worry in his eyes. John clearly didn't approve of his escape from the hospital, but he knew that there was little he could do to stop him, so he had decided that the best thing he could do was to follow his wounded friend and look out for him, and if he could, preventing him of even injuring himself further. And secretly, Sherlock was glad to know that he did just that.

When they were inside it wasn't hard to find the place they needed to be. The conveniently placed waypoints helped a lot. After a few corridors and hallways they were in the security room, which was guarded by a guy who looked a lot less easy to crack than the guard from the hospital security, but everyone had a weakness, and it was Sherlock's specialty to find out which was his. He started his observation.

The man was in his late thirties, but took very good care of him and is body. He did a full body workout at least three times a week. He jogged everyday in the morning and the judging from the development of certain muscle groups the man was also a kickboxer, practicing at least twice a week. Overpowering the man was no option. Sherlock started looking for other weak spots.

The man was married, the gold band on his ring finger didn't lie about that. The man was married to a female with the same age. On the man's pants was an almost invisible print of a small hand, from where a small kid with sticky hands had clung to his legs this morning. So the man wasn't only married, he had a family with at least one kid. And a dog, Sherlock added, an old white terrier. It hadn't been the man's dog, (he would never buy a dog smaller than a toddler) so that meant that it had been the wife's. Concluding; Happy is boring little family. No obvious weak spots there. He had to go deeper. Next Sherlock focused on the man's stance. He stood with a straight back, already eyeing them as Sherlock and John walked towards him. He took his job serious and wouldn't abandon his post without making sure that the entrance was secured so people like him and John couldn't sneak in. He had worked in security, all of his life, and had made few mistakes. Sherlock realized he found the kink in the man's armor.

How do impress a security guard? Authority. Security was a placed low in the power pyramid of a corporation, their job was simply to guard the things that needed guarding, and listening to the commands superiors gave them and perform given task. Confident his plan was solid Sherlock overbridged the last few steps between him and the guard and reached for the door handle. Of course, he was stopped by the guard, which blocked the door with his body.

"Sir, what exactly do you think you're doing? This area isn't open for visitation."

John really wanted to ask the same question, but he was sure he would find out eventually. He only needed to watch and wait.