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John turned his attention back to the son of the bitch that made Sherlock afraid. 

"I don't give a fuck who you are", John hissed out, shifting a little towards Sherlock.

As if that will do anything. 

Moriarty just laughed. 

"Sebastian, how about you show this guard dog what happens when he gets in the way", Moriarty threatened.

Sebastian just sighed as he pulled out another knife. Except this one looked ready to murder ten sheep. 

John gulped. 

"Don't you dare do that Sebastian", Sherlock hissed out.

John noticed the tone of recognition in his voice. 

But where would Sherlock know these two from?

It seemed John would never know since a few seconds later a bullet was shoved into Sebastian's head. 

Sherlock went rigid, and with little strength John had left grabbed Sherlock by the waist and quickly dragged the two under the carriage. 

John hugged Sherlock. And Sherlock hugged back. 

They both heard a blood curling scream.

Not of pain but of annoyance it seemed. 

And then two gun shots rang out. 

... It was silent. 

And then a hand reached under the carriage. 

... It wasn't Greg's or Mycroft's. 


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