Sentiment {Sherlock BBC}

69. "Sherrinford."

"She started another fire, one which she did not survive." Mycroft said.

"This is a lie." Sherlock said.

"Yes. It is also a kindness. This is the story I told our parents to spare them further pain, and to account for the absence of an identifiable body."

"And no doubt to prevent their further interference."

"Well, that too, of course. The depth of Eurus' psychosis and the extent of her abilities couldn't hope to be contained in any ordinary institution. Uncle Rudi took care of things." Mycroft said.

"Where is she, Mycroft? Where's our sister?"

"There's a place called Sherrinford; an island. It's a secure and very secretive installation whose sole purpose is to contain what we call 'the uncontainables.' The demons beneath the road – this is where we trap them. Sherrinford is more than a prison or an asylum; it is a fortress built to keep the rest of the world safe from what is inside it. Heaven may be a fantasy for the credulous and the afraid, but I can give you a map reference for Hell. That's where our sister has been since early childhood. She hasn't left – not for a single day." Mycroft said. "Whoever you both met, it can't have been her." Mycroft added. We heard a loud crash and we all turned to look toward the kitchen. We all stood up and noticed a drone.

"Keep back! Keep as still as you can!" Mycroft ordered as the drone landed on the floor in front of us.

"What is it?" John asked.

"It's a drone." Sherlock and I answered.

"Yeah, I can see that. What's it carrying?"

"What's that silver thing on top of it, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.

"It's a DX-707. I've authorized the purchase of quite a number of these. Colloquially it is known as "the patience grenade."" He said.

"Oh for god's sake." I muttered.

""Patience"?" John asked as the grenade buzzed and the top popped up sporting a bright red light as it began to beep.

"The motion sensor has activated. If any of us move, the grenade will detonate." Mycroft said.

"How powerful?" Sherlock asked barely moving his lips.

"It will certainly destroy this flat and kill anyone in it. Assuming walls of reasonable strength, your neighbors should be safe, but as it's landed on the floor, I am moved to wonder if the café below is open." Mycroft said.

"It's Sunday morning, so it's closed." Sherlock answered.

"What about Mrs. Hudson?" John asked.

"Going by her usual routine, I estimate she has another two minutes left." Sherlock said.

"She keeps the vacuum cleaner at the back of the flat." John said.

"So?" Mycroft asked.

"So, safer there when she's putting it away? Look, we have to move eventually. We should do it when she's safest." John said.

"When the vacuum stops, we give her eight seconds to get to the back of the flat. She's fast when she's cleaning. Then we move. What's the trigger response time? Once we're mobile, how long before detonation?" Sherlock asked.

"We have a maximum of three seconds to vacate the blast radius." Mycroft said.

"John and I will take the windows; you take the stairs. Help get Mrs. Hudson out too. Liz, go with Mycroft."

"Me?" Mycroft asked.

"You're closer." Sherlock said.

"You're faster." Mycroft argued.

"Speed differential won't be as critical as the distance." Sherlock concluded.

"Yes, agreed." Mycroft said.

"She's further away. She's moving to the back." John said listening to the vaccum.

"I estimate we have a minute left. Is a phone call possible?" Sherlock asked.

"Phone call?" Mycroft asked.

"John has a daughter. He may wish to say goodbye." Sherlock said.

"Sherlock stop." I sighed.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Watson. Any movement will set off the grenade. I hope you understand." Mycroft said.

"Oscar Wilde."

"What?" Mycroft asked.

"He said, "The truth is rarely pure, and never simple." It's from 'The Importance of Being Earnest.' We did it in school." John said.

"So did we. Now I recall. I was Lady Bracknell." Mycroft said.

"Yeah. You were great." Sherlock said.

"You really think so?"

"Yes, I really do." Sherlock said.
"Well, that's good to know. I've always wondered." Mycroft said when the vacuum shut off.

"Good luck, everyone."Sherlock said to us. "Three, two, one, go!" Sherlock said Mycroft and I randown the stairs, me skipping a few steps as we grabbed Mrs. Hudson's arm right asglass broke from upstairs, Sherlock and John landing rough on the ground nextto us. I fell, hit my head on the ground then....

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This is the last of everything done by BBC. For the most part, I may bring some things back like an earlier case that I didn't write. But we'll see.

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