Moran grabbed his gun and slid it into its case, moving his hand to the car wheel, looking between him and Aella to make sure she was ready for whatever it was that they were about to encounter. They had prepared thoroughly for every eventuality, ensuring all of Moriarty's men were ready on the sides just in case they needed to jump in and provide their assistance.
Turning on the engine, he set the car off in the direction that was necessary for them to be going in. They could not help but feel the thrill of being able to engage in some sort of criminal activity. Imagining all of the different things they were about to be subjected to, perhaps even showing how they feel toward Alina for the betrayal she had done.
"Do you know which one of you told the police about the Chambers?"
"It was Alina, she had told me she would before I even knew they were my fathers. What did you think I should have done? You were all Alina back then,"
"I did not even expect you to do anything for me," he turned his eyes to the road driving away to the destination he only knew.
"What was it she was testing on?" it was her turn to ask him a question instead of him asking the questions all of the time.
"She had found something, something that made people feed their desires of guilt deep inside of them,"
"Did you see it? What she had found and was testing on?"
"No, but she went insane when she heard the things feed her its song like it was nothing. Apparently, there are many of them among us, those of which she has been wanting to see in the flesh, those of which she knows to exist,"
"What are they?"
"I haven't seen it, Aella," he looked away from her, he knew exactly what it was that she wanted to know and he was not going to give it up all that easily.
"Yes you did, and once again you protect her, Moran. Always," when she started crying, he saw how hurt she was for him not telling her.
She should have been more focused on making sure her father was okay, but now she was more concerned about what she was being subjected to all this time.
"A mythological creature of the sea, Aella, I fail to believe or take her word in the matter so ignored it when she said what it was, what she had found, what she had discovered,"
"What was it?" this time Aella was a lot more firm with him, she had to know what she might see when they infiltrated her laboratory.
"I will tell you when we get there."
For the remainder of the journey, they sat in a silence that was never actually very uncomfortable. It was quite tense with the unusual situation they were both faced with regard to the man involved being their father and boss. Best friend.
Moran stopped the car after about an hour of intense traffic, going out to get Aella out of the car. When she looked outside the window, she saw they were outside of the hospital in London.
"I am fine! I just heal a little bit too quickly,"
"No, it's not for you. Just get out,"
"Why?"
"We need all the help we can get for this."
She willingly followed him into the hospital to go and see why they were there exactly, she had not managed to grasp why they were, the specifics were still something that she was unaware of. When they walked in, everyone moved like the parting of the Red Sea, all eyes were fixed on her. That was the moment she remembered why they were looking at her. They had seen her on the television shooting people dead by her hand, she showed no sign of remorse when she did so, why? No one had ever seen someone not even think about their actions, even her father thought for at least one second before he shot someone. Now, everyone remembered her as the murderer.
"You should go into the room, the hospital room, while I keep watch out here,"
"Why?"
"They don't necessarily like me as much as you would think," he looked down at his feet, standing like he was on guard.
"So tense," she spat at him, half running into the hospital room.
Ignoring the eyes she was being given, she was excited to see John and Sherlock again, she had taken a great interest in John after everything he had done for her. John and Sherlock were off all monitors, Sherlock was sat with the laptop on his lap sipping tea, John was busy texting, or writing his emails again.
"By one get one free," she smiled, watching John look up to see her.
"Aella!" he went to get up to hug her, but she kept him laying down in the hospital bed. "Why are you here?"
Before telling him why she was here, she hesitated, not knowing exactly where to start. After everything that had been happening, she lifted her t-shirt up to show John where she had a completely healed scar.
"How did that heal so quickly?" John looked so surprised by the healed scar, wouldn't anyone?
"She is here because she needs us, John, again," he rolled his eyes in disappointment for John being so naive. "She is here because her father is with Alina, she has been conducting some kind of experiment and she discovered that her test subject could have been Aella all along, she is what she needs to complete her experiments and she is everything she could use. Now, she believes that it is her father who carries the specific gene coding to be something very specific. Aella is the weaker version of the species which is why she needs some very specific conditions to become it. This is why you want us to be there: The Scientist and the medical expert. You expect us to know what we don't know. Am I right?"
"You're not wrong,"
"Why aren't you surprised I managed to deduce that," he looked quite annoyed that his showing off had no impact on her.
"Do you think I would not know Sherlock Holmes well? Do you think I decided to avoid doing research on you before finding my dad? I can expect that now,"
"Damn you!"
Moran entered the room, identifying that Aella had told them as much as they needed to know. Well, she didn't, Sherlock understood completely what was going on.
"Here," Moran called to Sherlock, tossing him the spare set of keys that he had for the car he had picked up. "You best have them just in case you guys survive and we don't, if anything bad happens when we go, we know that you will be safe. Don't be heroes, criminals aren't heroes, keep yourselves safe, that's all that matters."
"Since when were you a team player!" Aella retorted interrupting his moment.
"Since we became a team now we all have the same goal, why stay enemies right now,"
"He has a point."
Sherlock agreed with Moran, they needed to stick together to keep themselves safer than if they were against one another. More casualties than necessary could lead to disastrous consequences that no one wanted to occur anytime soon. This was not the time to fool around.
"We still don't know the creature she found,"
"I do." Moran and Sherlock both responded to the comment as one, of course, they both knew.
Sherlock and John got themselves changed, taking it in turns to use the bathroom they shared, soon coming out as they had done before. He never grasped the meaning of time waisting. John was in the bathroom for at least twenty minutes after getting changed. Whatever he was doing was taking far too long for him to be doing something particularly normal.
"Whatever you are doing in their John, please do hurry up, we do not have all day."
Moran pulled out four guns he kept on himself that he had stashed for an emergency. One of the guns was the exact same gun that John likes to use all the time. Wherever he manages to get them from, he can, even if they are a replica of the gun that was known as the originals. Sliding it under the door for John to take, he wasted no time snatching it up in his hands.
"A clean original!" he cried in ecstatic nature, quite pleased at the gun in his hands.
"You are like a kid in a toyshop," Moran rolled his eyes, giving Sherlock a gun and not giving Aella one for she had already had one off of him.
"What is the creature, Moran?" Aella looked at him with her eyes wide, they were so wide he thought they would pop out of her head.
"You already know what it is."
She shook her head, she did not know what the thing was. "I don't know."
"You are one." he turned and left the room, this was the new game, the new battle.
Time to dance, time to fight,
We face the issues and watch them take flight,
Problems we never understand and gather the understanding of,
Something we all cannot hesitate to kill off.