Moriarty

Holmes

James Moriarty

Chapter Two

“Ivan, come here.”

A tall distorted man with a rather distinctive limp walks towards me, his face looks like a jigsaw put together by a young child.

“Yes master.” His words don’t quite movements of his mouth.

“Sherlock has found another case, plant the E.E.”

“Yes sir, anything else?”

“Bring me Polar.”

“I cannot do that.”

“You will. In twenty four hours.”

“But he knows about the chip we implanted, if we kill him, the whole operation will come down as we know it.”

I place my hand on my custom made 35mm glock, preparing for Ivan’s objection.

“Say no, and I will bust a cap in your head. Say yes, and I insure that you will never get caught. Your choice.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Good choice, now get the hell out of my house.”

“Yes sir.”

“Remember. Twenty four hours, bring Polar alive.”

Ivan walks to the door and glance back at me.

“Put that gun away, you will not need it anymore.”

“Just get out.”

“I will call you, when I get an update.” Ivan leaves the room.

“Let the games begin.”

The following day passes in a slow momentum. A large Jaguar pulls into my driveway, as the door opens I prepare for disappointment.

“Ivan?”

“Yes.”

“Did you bring Polar?”

“Yes.”

“Alive?”

“Yes”

“Where is he then?”

“In the car, I didn’t want him to see where you lived.”

“That will not matter to me, as he will not be leaving here alive. You, you half-wit!”

“I apologise, I will retrieve him now.”

“Chop-chop then, I don’t have all day.”

Ivan leaves the room, and soon returns with Polar in his grip.

“What do you want?” Asks Polar.

“I don’twant,I needinformation.”

“Fine, what do you need to know.”

“Everything you know about Sherlock Holmes.”

“You know everything I know. So what’s the point? So just let me go!”

“I can’t do that.”

“What? Why?”

“You know where I live, and what I look like, I am clearly smarter than you. So you are not leaving here alive. You’ll talk, you’ll warn the others.”

I pull my gun out of my pocket and aim it at Polar’s head. I continue.

“Fine, I will make it easier for you, who has Sherlock been with since you met him.”

“Why should I tell you? Your gonna kill me anyway.”

“True, but if you tell me now I will just shoot you in head. If you don’t tell me, I stick a needle in your eye, now tell me!”

“Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die.”

“Stick a needle in my eye.” Polar finishes.

“Fine, needle in the eye it is.”

His face went as white as paper, his heart as cold as ice. It was the end.

The End

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