Sherlock Holmes And 007

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Watson's Point of View

The next building bursted out like a bubble completely made out of fire, rubble, and ash. The entire street was in panic.

How many more people are going to die?

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2 months Previous

Text Message from Sherlock:

Head back to the flat.

I'll meet you there and

explain everything.

SH

Reply:

Alright.

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Once I got back to 221B I knew something wasn't right. The entire complex was crowded with officials wearing back suits. Many had badges around there necks. I shuffled my way up the crowded. stairs and to the hallway that lead to our flat. Finally I pushed my way through to the the living room.

They where everywhere. Setting up laptops, or telescopes out the window, laying out an arsenal on the coffee table, they where everywhere.

"Ok someone tell me what the hell is going on here"?

"Ah, Watson I'm glad you arrived safely". Said a familiar voice, once he pushed his way through a crowd of people realized it was Microft.

"Microft, what is going on? why are these people in my apartment?"

He was about to speak when I interrupted him and yelled: "Oy stay out of there. No way in hell are you to set up anything in there". The man was younger. Supprized at my assertiveness he slammed the door to my room and walked into the bathroom.

I gestured at Microft to continue. "These people are from MI6' 007(double O seven) unite. They will be setting up an off book HQ in your flat".

"Why?"

"Well it's for your next case of course. I'll let Sherlock share the details. I have to go catch a flight" he said checking his wrist watch, "but I'll be back to check on you two friday". And with that he left and walked right out the door.

"Sherlock what the hell" I said as he walked into the front room.

"John, this is just temporary, we're setting up HQ here for our next case".

"What is the next case?"

"I'll explain everything after they all leave. We will be housing four agents who will work with us on this case, the rest are just helping set up the equipment."

I was stressed out that so many people where here at this hour but they were going to leave soon. I just wanted awnsers.

%#%#%#%#%

After everyone left the six of us sat in the fire lit den at a circular table in the middle of the room, where the men had set all of there tech and laptop stuff.

"Let us all introduce our selves shall we" said the tall man with brod shoulders, who sat across from me.

"I'm Philips Junior Officer of field command" said a man who looked to be the youngest, with light blond hair".

"I'm Brigham Sinior Officer as an Arson and Artillery specialist" said the man next to Philips he looked to be older but his age couldn't be deducted under his large brown beard. By me anyway, Sherlock could probably tell everyone's age apart.

"Leming" said the man on my left "Senior Officer in special ops, junior in Technology applied sciences".

"I'm Bond Senior Officer in directory". The man who sat across from me said.

I noticed how all the men were were wearing some sort of formal black attire. Leming and Brigham wore black suits with a matching tie and white dress shirt. Philips wore the same thing minus the suit jacket. And Bond wore a very well crafted tuxedo.

"As Mr. Holmes already knows, we are a part of a government black ops division of MI6 known as The 007(Double O Seven)", He explained.

"Okay, why are you here? Why work with us" I asked politely.

It was then Leming pulled out some light puse paper files, and tossed them on the table. Inside was random documents, files, information, and pictures. They were all about one man. An older gentlemen looked to be a mob owner or organization of crime affiliate. With he's fancy suit the same one in every picture although they looked to be taken at different times. I looked at the information paper which read:

Name: Professor James Moriarty

Past occupation: Cambridge University

Age: 49 years old

Born: October 5th, 1966, London, England

Wanted For: Organized crime, assault, forgery, sexual assault, human trafficking, kidnapping, arson, possession, distribution, murder, mass homicide, involuntary discharge, perjury, and high treason.

"James Moriarty" said Sherlock with more enthusiasm then usual.

"Do you know him" I asked.

"No, but I know why we have been consulted to work with the government for this case".

"Why"

"We witnessed some of his work........you remember the last thing the Consulter said be for he bled out"?

"Moriarty" I stayed remembering the was crying out in pain before his ultimate demise.