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His running steps were very agile. Without hesitation, he passed through various alleys and gaps easily and flexibly. With both hands holding a revolver and an earpiece in his ear, he continued to run after the target in front of him.
"Stupid! You almost lost track of him!"
The loud voice sounded in his ears. While holding back his annoyance from the ringing of his voice and words, he replied back.
"Shut up! I can't run as fast as you! You better direct me to the target than complain about my ability!"
He sighed softly hearing his running partner. With his eyes fixed on the monitor screen that showed all the cameras in the building, he could only direct it to a wide area where the target could be trapped.
"Shoot near his feet and make him run to the end of the hallway, John!"
The command was heard and made John do it without hesitation. While aiming the tip of his gun with certainty, the bullet flew there and almost hit the target's leg. Surprised by this, the running target changed his path and followed the plan of the plan giver.
"He has followed your instructions, Holmes."
The person in question clicked his tongue, as if annoyed by something.
Until when will he call me that?
But moving like a professional, he ignored the annoyance. “Good. Take him to the hall.”
The man who ran while being called by John raised an eyebrow. “Hall?”
Holmes smiled. “I’ll make sure he surrenders there.”
They stopped right in the hall in question. The dark place turned bright after the lights were turned on automatically.
“What?!” Their target was shocked and John was only panting after continuing to run. John let out a long sigh with one hand holding the gun.
“Then what now?” John said while touching the earpiece in his ear.
Holmes widened his smile hearing that. “Defeat him.”
The target was shocked when John started running without hesitation towards him. He darted straight towards the panicked target and started aiming brutal shots here and there.
“What-don’t joke with me!”
Holmes watched the fierce battle in the great hall. There were several minutes when his subordinates clashed with the target. Until something made him widen his eyes.
Blood spots came out when the shots were directed by the target hitting several parts of John's body. Ignoring the pain, John only tried to take down the target according to Holmes' expectations and fulfil this mission.
Holmes' lips trembled slowly. "John"
John widened his eyes hearing Holmes' low and different tone of voice from before. When he gave the order.
"Stop playing around and defeat him now."
John smiled. "Yes sir."
With one shot to the leg, the target groaned in the large room and fell slowly. John stopped running and began to move the gun away from the target. While making sure that no one else would harm him, the target who was groaning in pain was rendered unconscious by him.
"Mission accomplished." Holmes sighed softly, trying not to be heard by his colleagues down there, carrying out a dangerous mission.
"They've arrived." John turned his head when he heard Holmes' words in his ear. "Let them take over and you go back."
John sighed in relief. "Roger."
Several teams brought by Holmes began to do their jobs. Some handcuffed the target's hands and feet, some took the target's gun and put it in a special plastic, until the chief of police who guided them to do their job.
The chief of police of the team touched his ear which had a communication device like the one used by John.
"Have you got the data?"
"Already. I just need a target to perfect it."
The chief of police sighed softly hearing Holmes' answer. He turned to John who was panting while enduring the pain from the wounds he had received this time.
"Go back to Holmes' place, Watson." John turned to the chief of police. "I will give you medicine to treat your wounds and return to your headquarters."
John nodded and one of the medics there checked his condition before giving the right medicine.
"I heard they have new members and tasks for you."
The chief of police's words made John and Holmes look at each other. They never missed each other even though their places were different. Holmes turned around and John received the medicines for his wounds before moving.
"Give us call if anything happens, Lestrade." John said while moving his hand. The chief of police who was called Lestrade just nodded in agreement.
Holmes waited outside the building where John ran with the target earlier while holding one of the lighters between his fingers. John arrived beside him when their pickup car also arrived. Holmes glanced at John who was holding some antiseptic medicines for his wounds.
"Have they checked you?"
John nodded. "It doesn't look serious; it can still be treated with this."
Holmes clicked his tongue. "Don't let him make you work again after this."
John just chuckled hearing that. "My job is in the field, Holmes, no problem."
Holmes frowned before stepping into the open car. He glanced at John who was folding his clothes to treat the wounds he got in the car.
"Until when are you going to call me that, John?"
John raised an eyebrow as Sherlock sat down. His expression now looked annoyed.
"Did you say something?" John blinked as one of his feet had just climbed into the car.
Sherlock glanced. "Just hurry up and get in."
John nodded and got into the car. The car door closed automatically and the car drove to their headquarters. Holmes glanced at John who was busy cleaning the wounds he got during the fight with the target. He looked fine while doing it.
Am I not that close for you to call me by name, John?
As Holmes' hopes were dashed, he stared at the night sky from the gap in the car window which was mostly covered by a small curtain.