A Hard Look into the Future
by Annie Magee (SKLesMisgirl at aol.com)
Hullo, everyone. Well, I decided to get of my duff and work
on this story. It took me a while (I kept on getting distracted)
but here it is. BTW, does anyone know how to do bold and
italicized text on FF.NET? Help would be greatly appreciated. Now
on to the story. Please don't forget to review and tell me what
you think! Thanks!
On to Part 10!
Part 9: Fight, Rifts, Searches and Awful Revelations
The youngsters and Inspector Lestrade had met at Holmes' flat
in Baker Street. Deidre had heard the news about the detective's
disappearance and had alerted her friends, and they had rushed over
to meet Watson and join the search. The young girl and the woman
argued for about ten minutes about not being able to go with the
"But Inspector," came the argumentative voice of Deidre,
"We'd be able to help ya find Mister 'Olmes!"
"And I sat NO!" snapped the older woman, "It could be
dangerous! I won't risk my job to have a bunch of kids to play
The girl looked a little crestfallen. "If Mister 'Olmes was
"But he ISN'T! And even if he was, I wouldn't let you come
along. This ain't a field trip! We're dealing with the most
intelligent and masterful criminals known! I can't risk more
lives than necessary," snarled Inspector Lestrade.
Javert watched this argument go on for a few moments before he
decided to step in, trying to disperse the verbal conflict.
"Inspector, I'm afraid I will have to quite agree with the
young lady. We can cover more ground if we have more people
searching. And if we go in pairs, then the likelihood of danger
"But if something suddenly occurs I would have to protect both
myself AND the kid," growled the female inspector in a low tone.
"Isn't that your job?" Javert said evenly. Lestrade flushed a
"I don't remember asking your opinion," she hissed as her eyes
narrowed. Javert lowered his head and blushed.
He raised his head again, more determined, "I may not be your
police superior, but I AM older than you, so you would do well to
be quiet and listen!" the older man roared. The children and
Watson were taken aback. A moment later, he calmed down and
continued. "Now we should split up into three pairs and meet up
back here. Deidre, I suggest you go with Watson. Tennyson, you
can go with Inspector Lestrade, and you, Mr. Wiggins, can come
with me. I assume that we will be given proper tools for the
They glanced at him, confused, but then the robot understood.
The metal man stepped out of the room and then came back in with
a thin black rod and the weapon that he had seen when he met
Inspector Lestrade. "This is an Illuminator. All you do is flick
the little switch and it gives you light." explained Watson.
Javert nodded; that seemed easy enough. "This is an ionizer; it
has two settings. Stun, which which'll knock a person unconcious
and bound, which'll tie up somebody. Also, this is a Holowatch.
Press the green button and we can be contacted." Again Javert
"Think you can handle that, INSPECTOR?" Lestrade said coldy,
with a fake smile.
He grinned, "Absolutely, INSPECTOR Lestrade," replied Javert
with a self-assured smile. "Now, let's be off! We have no time to
lose!" he called behind him.
They made their way down to the street and then headed their
seperate ways. Night was beiginning to fall as the clouds turned
dark and began to fill up the sky. Javert and the boy walked for
some distance in silence, then the young man spoke.
"That was really awesome, how you stuck up for Deidre. I mean,
you really put the Inspector in her- er place. Ya kinda remind me
of Jean Valjean character I read about in Lit class."
Javert raised his head, "Jean Valjean?" he whispered.
"Yeah. He stuck up for people, tried to do the right thing and
Javert looked over to Wiggins and then focused his attention on
the road. With what little light the lamps gave off, the old
inspector saw a figure who wore a long cape, running down the
dark street in front of them.
"I think I spotted Holmes!" he exclaimed. Wiggins gave him a
"Are ya sure?"
"Positive!" he called back behind him as he started into
sprint, the young man not far behind.
The old man followed the shadow, but stopped abruptly at the
sight of the underground. He paused and tried to catch his
breath, coughing and wheezing. His lungs ached and felt as though
they were going to explode.
"Down-there, I-think he went in-there," Javert said as he
gasped for breath
"You all right, man?" the teenager asked in a worried voice.
Javert nodded and took in a few deep agonizing breaths.
He pressed the green button, and Watson came onto the little
"Watson," he yelled, "We think we found Holmes on-" he looked
up at the street sign, "Hyde Street! I think he's going to the
"We'll be there! Don't go in until we arrive," replied the
robot, and then the image was gone.
Javert looked over to Wiggins. "We don't have any time to
The police inspector turned on his illuminator and listened
carefully for any sound. Wiggins caught up with him, and soon
they were walking down the dreary tunnel in search of Holmes.
Then he heard footsteps behind him. That didn't surprise him;
Javert had thought it was Lestrade or the robot coming. But he
had called only about five minutes ago. Was it possible that
technology was so advanced that travel could have taken no more
than a few minutes? Javert heard the footsteps coming closer. He
and Wiggins spun around, their illuminators casting a glow that
revealed the shadow of Sherlock Holmes.
Javert made the mistake of lowering his guard. He smiled and
said "I'm glad we found you, Monsieur Holmes; we were getting quite
Holmes pulled something from his coat, Javert tried to move but
it was too late; the object came down heavily onto his head, his
vision swam. The last thing Javert saw was Holmes' misted void
blue eyes. Then, he slipped into the vast world of
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