The Cyprus

Getting shot

He was walking to the hospital slowly as his stomach bled he was getting light-headed with the blood lose "You need to keep going, Fredrick you won't die keep walking" he told himself as he got to the door

Fredrick fell as the door opened he staggered as he stood up and went to the receiption "I'm shot I need a doctor." He puts his bloody hand on the counter he falls on the floor and passes out.

Someone screams as nurses help him on a bed and a doctor removes the bullet and stitches him back up when he woke up he was handcuffed to the bed "Great Someone doesn't want me to escape."

Sherlock spoke "So you are the Cyprus." Mycroft enters the room, Fredrick looks at him "I'am the Cyprus, Sherlock but don't think that I  can't get out of these without the key."

He got out of the handcuffs with a smile he looks for his clothes "Ah I see, evidence." He rolled his eyes "Red was right." Mycroft froze at the nickname as he sat down "You know him?"

Fredrick nods "Obviously I do, know Red." Sherlock looks for information on a Red but can only find the color. Fred spoke "It's good I'm his business friend. Otherwise I would have been dead by the time I was shot."

Sherlock sighs as he knows he'll be left out of the conversation he signed as he asks a question "Who shot you?" Fredrick shakes his head "I can't tell you that an enemy of Reds."

Mycroft shakes his head "I'm taking you back to him since you got lost in my country I should hand you to the Americans." Fred chuckles in amusement as Mycroft pulled out his phone to call Red

End of Chapter one