holmes ➢ sequel to athena

Chapter Three

"We're going out tonight," Sherlock explained.

John and Sherlock shared a look that didn't go missed by Athena, and they began to walk. Athena thought about the time that her dad made her memorize the entire map of London, and she began to trace their steps. They seemed to be going in the direction of the Westminster station.

Once they were down in the station, John said, "So it's a bomb then? A Tube carriage is carrying a bomb."

Sherlock kept walking, not sparing a glance. "Must be."

That's when everything clicked, and her stomach churned violently. "You've been investigating again," she said.

John have her an apologetic look and took his phone out. "He saved me a while ago."

Bewildered, she took a step away from them and stopped walking. "What? When? Why didn't you tell me?"

Sherlock, who was letting them talk it out- though, he was admittedly hurt from her reluctance to speak to him-, finally spoke up. "Never mind that right now, old news. We have a bomb to get rid of. John, what are you doing?"

"Calling the police."

Sherlock glanced at him. "What? No!"

"Sherlock, this isn't a game. They need to evacuate Parliament," John argued.

Sherlock continued walking, rolling his eyes. "They'll get in the way. They always do. This is cleaner, more efficient."

He then stopped in front of the maintenance entrance, which was locked, of course. It was a closed station after all. But somehow, that didn't stop him. Sherlock merely pulled a crowbar out of his jacket and pulled at the door.

Athena rolled her eyes. "And illegal."

"A bit."

The door popped open after that, and the trio trekked on. Athena saw John check his phone before catching up to Sherlock after he was called out. Together, they walked along narrow tunnels and walkways, and up steep, metal ladders. At last, they reached Sumatra Road station.

Sherlock shined his flashlight over the length of the track but saw no train. "I don't understand!"

Athena smirked bitterly. "Well, that's a first!"

"There's nowhere else it could be!" He paces for a moment before stopping abruptly and placing his fingers on his temples with his eyes squeezed shut.

Athena didn't have time for this. If there really was a bomb, then most of London would be blown up, based on their current placement. So she turned to the left and set off, yelling a quick, "You coming or not?" over her shoulder.

She heard a two pairs of footsteps behind her as she reached the end of the platform. Once the men caught up, she jumped onto the tracks.

"Whoa! What're you doing?!" John yelled.

Sherlock grinned and hopped down as well. "Perfectly safe as long as we avoid touching the rails!"

John jumped down and rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself. "'Course, yeah. Avoid the rails. Great."

"This way," Athena said, walking on.