Notes: Warnings include reference to torture, discussion of sexual assault, and brief sexual content. Can also be found on LJ.
”Is this all of it?” Sherlock asks.
Victor nods, wiping away sweat with a bandana. (31°C and falling, mostly cloudy. 62% humidity. 10% chance of precipitation. Wind at 37.1 kph WSW.) Between the two of them, Victor has done all the heavy lifting. Sherlock thinks, Victor kills and cleans up. It works: it’s efficient. Sherlock doesn’t want any more blood on his hands if he can help it. Hence the utility of Victor’s incredible long-range accuracy with a gun.
Not for the first time, he wonders if John could shoot Victor first.
“What are we doing?” Victor peers into one of the cardboard boxes.
Sherlock elbows him out of the way. “I’m going to study the evidence,” he replies, sorting through the contents. A stack of laptops, USB flash drives, DVDs, stained folders, and other tidbits. Should contain plenty of information about Moriarty’s latest outfit. Insight into how he functions. Might be nothing—or it might be everything.