Who:
caveatwalls and
sittingtypeWhen: The evening of October 6th
Where: Some random warehouse. It's always a warehouse
Summary: Sherlock and John (but mostly the former) make significant progress in the xalyein case and narrow it down to a warehouse in one of the sectors. Surely nothing will go wrong -- right?
Warnings: Possible violence. Will update if necessary!
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My ears are blown to bits from all the rifle hits, but still I crave that sound )
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Fortunately, Sherlock knew how to get his hands dirty. "Legwork," as his brother would put it. Taking advantage of the shadows and finding other places for John to hide, they'd managed to trace him down all the way to a pharmaceutical warehouse in sector eight. He suspected that the people in charge were lending out space for the drug lords, but now that the drug was under public scrutiny, it was likely that negotiations were getting shaky.
"We may have to go in from above somehow," he murmured, looking the building over once they were left outside.
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Sherlock's hands are soon pressed together as his mind runs on overdrive.
"Luckily, I can get in without opening anything." He looked at John. "I can phase in and get a good look while you look for an alternate entrance. You can message me when you find one."
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"Okay, I'll uh... head round the back and see if there's another way in." He licked his lips and shot him a look, remembering past experiences with this sort of planning. "Make sure you keep your NV on."
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