In the moment his sword fell, Sherlock's involvement in Irene Adler's liberation had gone from "extraction" to "international incident." The pistol had been an overreaction, the noise almost certainly serving to attract unwanted attention from the sparsely-populated guard tower at the far end of the complex. In the moments before he had fired, Sherlock had mentally read the guards' total BMI and calculated -- with cold and ruthless certainty -- that the scimitar would stun, but not incapacitate, his foes. Thus, the necessary finality of the pistol. A shame. Though, in the long run, it would have hardly mattered -- two of the guards would have met early deaths at the hands of the very government they were monied to, and the third would have doubtlessly died of a massive bowel obstruction as a result of his hither-to undiagnosed Crohn's disease. If one were pragmatic about the whole affair, one could argue that Sherlock had done them all a favor.
He sprinted across the tarmac and vaulted himself into the driver's seat of the Jeep, throttling the engine into gear in a sputter of motor exhaust. As they peeled off the runway and toward the distant chainlink fence, Sherlock rooted around beneath the seat and came up with a set of men's camo fatigues, size S, in the similar make and style as a captain in the Pakistani army. These he thrust toward Irene Adler's side of the Jeep.
"Change. Quickly. We'll be at the perimeter in twenty seconds."
He jerked the wheel to avoid a tower of oil drums, neatly putting them beyond the vision of the nearest mounted security camera.
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Date: 2020-08-27 11:35 pm (UTC)He sprinted across the tarmac and vaulted himself into the driver's seat of the Jeep, throttling the engine into gear in a sputter of motor exhaust. As they peeled off the runway and toward the distant chainlink fence, Sherlock rooted around beneath the seat and came up with a set of men's camo fatigues, size S, in the similar make and style as a captain in the Pakistani army. These he thrust toward Irene Adler's side of the Jeep.
"Change. Quickly. We'll be at the perimeter in twenty seconds."
He jerked the wheel to avoid a tower of oil drums, neatly putting them beyond the vision of the nearest mounted security camera.
He'd let her have her modesty, of course.