Stapleton led us to Major Barrymoors office. She went into the office and began to log on into the computer.
"Project H.O.U.N.D, I must have read it," Dad spoke up.
"Knowing you, you probably deleted it," I muttered.
Dad ignored my comment and went over to the computer but I stayed by the door with John.
Stapleton typed in her password but it was denied. "That's as far as my access goes I'm afraid," She told us.
"Can't you try another one, I someone higher up than you?" I suggested
"I'd imagine so, but that'd be Major Barrymoores," She told me.
Dad started looking around his office. "Password, password, password," He muttered to himself then sat in his chair. "He'd have sat here when he thought it up. Describe him to me."
"You've seen him," Stapleton told him.
"Just describe him," I told her.
She thought for a moment. "He's a bloody martinet, a throwback, the sort they'd have sent in Suez," She told us.
"Good, excellent. Old- fashioned, a traditionalist," Dad said as he looked around the room.
I looked at his office; kid's drawings. "Would he use his kid's names?" I asked.
"No of course not. He loves his job, proud of it and this is work related. So what's eye level?" Dad asked himself then began to ramble on about everything he could see that was eye level. He turned to a picture. "Mid 1980's at a guess. Farther and son, Barrymoore senior? Medals. Distinguished service order?" Dad turned to John, who looked at the photo.
"That date? I'd say Franklands veteran," John told him.
"Thatcher's looking more likely than Churchill," Dad muttered.
"So that's the password Thatcher?" I asked as I walked over to the computer.
"No! With a man like Barrymoore only first names would do," Dad corrected me.
He typed 'Margaret' but the computer corrected it to 'Maggie'. The password was accepted and a bunch of test results came up? A picture came up with information under it. I read some of the information, H.O.U.N.D is a drug.
"Project H.O.U.N.D. A new deliriant drug which renders its users incredibly suggestible," Dad described.
"It says here that it was going to be used as a weapon against enemies by scaring them, but they shut the project down in 1984," I told them.
"Because of what it did to the subjects they tested on?" Stapleton suggested.
"And what it did to the others to," Dad clarified. "Prolonged exposure drove them insane. Made them almost uncontrollably aggressive."
"Do you think someone's been carrying on the experiments?" I asked.
"Attempting to refine it for the last 20 years," Dad confirmed. "Those names mean anything to you, Dr Stapleton?"
"No, not a thing," she told him.
Dad sighed. "Five principle scientists, 20 years ago. Maybe our friends somewhere in the back of the picture. Someone who was old enough to be there at the time of the experiment in 1986." He looked over the photo. "Maybe someone who say's 'cell phone' because of the amount of time spent in America, John?"
"Who are you guys on about? Remember I wasn't here the first time you broke in," I piped up.
"Mmm- hmm," John confirmed.
Who were they on about?
"Gave us his number in case we needed him," Dad told us.
"Oh my God, Bob Frankland... But Bob doesn't even work on it. I mean he's a virologist. This was chemical warfare," Stapleton told us.
"We meet Bob Frankland the first time we came here, he got us out of a spot of bother. He know's Henry Knight and gave us his number," Dad quickly explained to me. "He never lost certainty, the obsession that the drug really could work. I think we should arrange a little meeting."
Dad took out his phone.
Suddenly John's began to ring. He answered it... I heard a women crying?
"Louise Mortimer," He told us.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Henry's therapist. He met up with her last night," Dad told me.
"He's attacked her then went off," John told us as he put the phone down.
"Gone? He's gone back to where it all started," Dad told us and dialled a number into his phone.
"Lestrade, get to the Hollow. Dewer's hollow, now. And bring a gun!" Dad yelled down the phone.
Dad grabbed my hand and ran down the corridors of Baskerville with John trailing far behind.
We got to the land rover.
Dad grabbed me by my shoulders and stared me dead in the eyes. "Brooke I need to listen to me," He ordered me. "Do as I say."
"O-Okay," I stuttered.
"Let's go!" John shouted and got into the Land rover.
Dad and I quickly jumped into the car and sped towards the Hollow. I hope we're not too late!
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The three of us legged it to the Hollow; Where we saw Henry and he had a gun!
"HENRY, STOP!" I shouted and slid down the hill.
"Brooke get back!" Dad shouted as he came over to me and pulled me behind him.
"G-Get away from me!" Henry shouted and pointed the gun at us.
Dad pushed me backwards.
"Easy Henry. Easy, just relax," John tried to calm him down.
"I know what I am. I know what I tried to do," Henry shouted.
"Just put the gun down!" John tried again.
"NO! No, I know what I am!" Henry shouted.
"Yes I'm sure you do." Dad said and stepped closer to Henry. "It's all been explained to you hasn't it? Very carefully."
Henry slowly lowered his gun. "What?" He asked in confusion.
"Someone needed to keep you quiet. Needed to keep you as a child, to reassert the dream that you'd both clung onto because you started to remember it," Dad explained to him.
I caught on, Dad was trying to get Henry to remember. "Henry what happened? Remember what happened, tell us what happened," I ordered him calmly and stood in front of him.
"I thought it had got my Dad," Henry told us. "The hound, I thought... OH JESUS!" He began to shake. "I don't know anymore!" He shouted and held his gun up to his mouth!
Dad pulled me back. "Henry wait, remember 'Liberty in'. Two words. Two words a frightened little boy saw 20 years ago. You'd started to piece things together, remember what really happened here that night. It wasn't an animal, was it Henry? Not a monster.... A man," Dad explained.
Henry looked up as realisation hit him!
"You were just a child. A child who was scared but you started to remember... You had to be stopped, driven even more scared and blinded by your fear so no one would believe you," I said softly.
"Sherlock!" I heard Lestrade shout.
Dad and I turned to see Lestrade coming down the hill.
"But we saw it Mr Holmes! The hound. Last night!" Henry told Dad.
"There was a dog Henry, but it was just a normal dog. Our drugged minds made us see something worse," I explained.
*HOWLING*
I froze and slowly looked at Dad. Panic flooded through my body, Henry began to cry in fear. What the hell?
I looked around... Those red eyes. "Dad, look up," I whispered and pointed at the coal black monster.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Henry cried.
"Brooke get back!" Dad shouted as he grabbed the shoulder of my jacket and pulled me behind him once again.
"Are you seeing this?" I heard John ask Lestrade.
"Lestrade's not drugged!" I shouted in realisation.
"All right! It's still here!" Dad shouted. "It's just a dog Henry, an ordinary dog!"
Dad turned to me then looked behind me. He ran past me and to a man wearing a gas mask. Dad pulled the mask off and began shaking the man and mumbling something angry at him.
That must be Bob frankland!
"The fog. The fog's the drug!" Dad shouted.
"Kill it! Oh god kill it!" Frankland shouted.
John and Lestrade began to shoot the monster until it collapsed on the floor... Dead and it looked, like a normal dog again?
Dad began to rant about how brilliant the case was when I saw Frankland run away. My being an idiot decided to run after him. I sprinted after him, jumping over rocks, dodging tree's and tree branches.
Frankland was standing on another side of a fence, he was stood perfectly still looking at me. I thought this was my chance!
I ran at the fence when Frankland lifted his foot up.
*BOOM*
A landmine exploded and lit up the darkness!
I screamed as I fell back onto the ground in freight and horror. If I was any quicker... I could have died!
"Brooke!" I heard Dad shout breathlessly.
I didn't answer, I just breathed heavily and watched the smoke die down.
"Brooke look at me, are you alright?" Dad asked frantically and cupped my face.
"I-I'm sorry," I cried as he pulled me into a tight hug.
"Shh, it's okay. You were trying to help," He mumbled to me. "Thank God you didn't go over that fence."
I looked over at everyone else. John was talking to a hysteric Henry and Lestrade looked a little shocked at the situation.
They four of us left the woods. Lestrade escorted Henry back home then John, Dad and I went back to the Inn.
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It was around 2:30am and I was still awake. I couldn't sleep, how could I really?
Dad had popped out a few minutes ago to get something.
"Still awake," Dad stated as he walked through the door carrying two cups of HOT CHOCOLATE!
"Is one of those for me... You know, sharing is caring?" I asked him with a sweet smile.
"Well I'm not going to drink two cups of hot chocolate," Dad told me and handed on.
I took a small sip, not too hot. "Thanks," I said with a smile. He always made the best hot chocolate.
"I'm just going to go and-" Dad began.
"Can you stay," I quickly cut him off.
"Brooke your four-" Dad started.
"I know I'm fourteen but please stay," I begged him.
He sighed. "Okay," He said as he brushed some hair out of my face.
"Thanks Dad," I smiled up at him.
He looked at me sadly. "I don't think I tell you this enough but you are so much like your mother it's unbelievable," He told me.
I was slightly taken back. Dad never talked about my Mum, EVER! Whenever I asked about her he only gave me little bits of info... It was always a fragile subject.
"Can you tell me about her?" I asked softly.
He looked at his cup of hot chocolate. "She wasn't like the others, " He began. "She was so understanding, so intelligent that for a moment- that moment we first met, I thought she was just my imagination. Her blues eyes always reminded me of the calm summer sky, those eyes that you now have. She was kind, so kind and we always promised to protect each other... But then I got into drugs and I pressured her to use them to. We used them for a while until Mycroft found out and separated us, made us go our separate ways..." His voice began to shake a little. "I was in pieces. The only person I thought I could love...Gone."
"Was?" I asked in confusion.
"Two and a half years later, Mycroft dragged me out of a drug squat and brought me back to his house and then that's when a met a beautiful little girl named 'Brooke' or 'Bwooke' as she called herself. She showed me a picture of her Mummy and then I realised, well... all I had to do was look at the little girl to see just who her Mother was," Dad told me.
I put my mug down and hugged my Dad tightly. "I'm so glad you're my Dad. I know you weren't there for the first two and a half years but I don't care," I told him honestly.
"I love you Brooke, so much. No matter what happens you need to remember that," Dad told me.
"I love you too Dad," I told him.
What an eventful Day!