Secrets (Sherlock)

Blind Banker- Part 12

John was panicking. All he could do was watch as Sarah was made to accept her impending doom.

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes," he says frantically. The sand was outing into the dish, weighing it down ever so slightly by the moment. Panic. Now would be the time to really panic. No back up, no plan, no guarantee that they would make it out alive. What would he do?

"I don't believe you," Shan said, placing a black lotus flower on Sarahs lap. Sarah started shaking, waiting for the arrow to shoot from the mechanism, and impact.

"You should, you know," a deep voice spoke through the dark. Shan spun around, spotting the familiar curly haired silhouette, residing next to the shorter shape of a woman, the light from behind illuminating the edges of her red hair. They group watched as she raised her gun and pointed it towards them. One of Shans thugs wtarts moving towards them. "How would you describe me, john? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?"

Quinn scoffed. "Late? Sorry about that."

"That's a semi- automatic," he said, reffering to the gun Shan now had pointed at the duo. "If you fire that, the bullet will travel at over one thousend miles per hour."

"Well?"

"Well..." The thug reached the duo, but Quinn quicky averts her aim, and shoots him in the leg. "The radius curvature of these walls is nearly four meters. If you miss, the bullet will ricochet. Could hit anyone. Might even bouce off the tunnel and hit you."

Quinn runs out of the darkness, her silhouette visable again, and kicks over the trashbin. John winced at the loud crash that erupted through the tunnel, echoing between the walls. He looked out into the dark hall, trying to spot his reascue team.

Sherlock reappears behind Sarah, and starts to untie her binds, while Quinn goes to confront Shan. She runs, obviously,so Quinn runs after, still clutching the gun in her dominant left hand.

The two are running through the tunnels, while Sherlock is being strangle by Liang with his long, red scarf.

Bang. Bang bang.

John looks towards the direction of the shots, hoping it wasn't his friend wasn't lying in a pool of her own blood.

He managed to kick his chair forewords, figuring he might as well help the chocking Sherlock. John manages to kick the crossbow as the mechanism drops, sending the arrow into Liangs stomach. Silence.

The three people could hear distant running. One pair of feet. Probably Shan. She was gone.

And Quinn was frozen.

-earlier-

Quinn ran after Shan, leaving John and sherlock to deal with the mess back there.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

Quinn caught up, and jumped into Shan. She placed her gun under her jaw, right on her pulse, and had her wrist brace over her collar bone, keeping her still. She was panting, and staring Shan right in the eye.

"Do you really need to be that close for a kill shot?"

"Don't tempt me, Shan," Quinn hissed. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I doubt your little friend will like you killing me."

"Sherlock would enjoy it very much, trust me."

"Not that one, Eagle" she said. Quinn's eyes widened in realization.

"How do you know that name?"

"I have my sources. We both know you knew exactly where those symbols came from the moment you saw them."

"You've failed, y'know? Jim hates when people fail. I can kill you now, or he kills you later."