Inconsistencies In Sentiments

Chapter 14

Duncan shivered as he stepped past the well cared shrubbery and the fallen leaves that littered the pathways. He wandered around Hyde Park, looking for her. The temperature was colder than he remembered but then again, he didn't step in the park ever since his "parents" recruited him so he didn't know everything. He pulled on his coat tighter when he heard a chuckle. 'Too cold for you, Duncan?'

(Y/N) spoke in the most playful and sickening tone as she got up from a park bench with a can of beer in hand. She drank the last drop and threw it aside, a loud thud rang as it hit a bush. 'Did your parents ever teach you how not to litter?' She grimaced at the word "parents" and he took pleasure at her displeasure. She was easily provoked then but her skin grew tougher now. This was going to be hard.

'Did you bring a gun?' He was expecting this question to pop up somewhere but further along the conversation. He loosen his coat to reveal the officer's gun held onto himself by his belt. He covered it back up and waited for (Y/N)'s turn for show and tell. She took  out a gun that matched his own and played with it, stepping closer to him. She stopped at about five feet away from Duncan's position and sighed. 'How's Team Foxtrot?'

'Ah well, you know who it is. You fail your first mission and Trosts kills them all but the leader.' He joked as he had flashbacks of his team lined up against the wall, crying as they were gagged with pieces of red cloth. One by one, each of his members received 15 shots to their legs and one to their heads to end their misery. He quivered at the thought of the gunshots getting closer to him but stopped as they took down the on next to him.

'18 years old and saw his only family die. I can't imagine.' He gritted his teeth and pointed the gun point-blank at her, resulting in her mirroring his actions.

'Of course you can't imagine. Lil' Miss Perfect that gave all of them good results. Who could beat down everyone that came at her,' He was tempted to pull the trigger but decided to wait patiently for his moment. 'Whose own team she couldn't protect.' She gripped the gun harder and tears began to well up on her eyes. The memories were too vivid. They stared each other down while Sherlock watched in the bushes. His eyes darted to the SO19 team waiting outside the park and back to the two arguing.

'Sherlock, nothing's happening.' John whispered in his ear. Sherlock didn't respond, watching carefully with the walkie talkie in his right hand. Lestarde waited on the other end, waiting for the command to storm the place. 'Sherlock, are you there?' He spoke back.

'Be patient, Gerald. Don't come here unless I give you the signal and be quiet. We don't them running off now, do we?' Silence dreaded them all. (Y/N) and Duncan stood there, guns at the ready and adrenaline pumped through their veins.

'Now.' The SO19 team took the East, West and Northern entrance as Sherlock and John aired for them to arrive. Some might say some really intense music would be playing right about now. 'So, are those men yours?' What?

'Those two over there.' H pointed behind her and (Y/N) turned to see Sherlock's head poking out of the bush. John was beside him, peeking out in terror to see that their chosen hiding spot had been uncovered. Not that it was a good hiding spot. (Y/N) felt conflicted. She was glad their were there for her but also rather pissed off by them being here. 'Come out.'

His gun pointed at them as they came out, hand above their heads. He came over to them and kicked them down, making them kneel before him. His gun was now aimed at their heads. This was a bad idea. 'Tell the SO19 team to back off.' Sherlock felt the gun against his scalp as he took out the walkie talkie. 'Lestarde. Don't come here.'

'But, the teams are almost th-'

'Back off now!'