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Earlier in Chapter 17...

'Suddenly my anger was relieved once I looked at the slumping body of the pilot, and the pistol smoking in my hands.

"Sir?" Direct asked me again. That's when I realized I made a mistake.

I can't fly a helicopter.

"Do you know how to fly a helicopter?" I asked the Direct and I kicked the body of the pilot out of the open cockpit, taking his spot as Pilot and watched him fall from the 500 ft. fall and realizing that this would be a great height to crash from.' 

Sherlock POV- 

The minute everything seemed as if Moriarty had lost and we were winning, the game flipped on it's side. Men in bright yellow vests came after us, running full pace. John and I exchanged glances, knowing they were meant for us. We were lead into the final room where we would board our plane and get out of England. 

We were able to stop for only a split moment and in that moment, I was able to look up to the second floor and see James Moriarty along with several big men behind him peering down at me from the railing of the airport. He had a smirk on his face, but more of a relieved smirk. A smirk that represented his victory. 

But he hadn't won yet. And I wasn't going to let this fun slip from my fingers. I have the chance to fully rid the world of James Moriarty, the most world-renown criminal in history. More notorious then Satan himself. How could anyone pass up that kind of opportunity? You'd be just as bad as Moriarty. 

I wasn't going to be known as the man who had the possibility to keep the world safe, and completely let go of that because it was a little bit dangerous. 

The men reared near us, and one almost caught hold of my jacket. I quickly spun as I did so, the jacket twirling millimeters from his fat fingers. He tripped, and one other men fell on top, while another one, a slender young man, hurdled over the two fallen guards, racing once again after us. 

We bumped into people, the only one bothering to apologize, even though we were in the middle of being chased by our ultimate deaths, was John, who tried to gently get through the crowds. I, however, was the complete opposite. I body slammed into anyone who was in my way. 

As a mobile lounger came my way, and the yellow vests grew even closer, my fear intensified though I tried to remain as emotionless as possible. The harder I tried, the more impossible the task became. My mind palace was still no where near working condition. The mobile lounger was reaching a speed faster then I ever imagined one being able to reach, and as it zoomed right at us, I noticed a man in a neon green vest, just like the men chasing us and realized it was one of Moriarty's chain. 

A woman with long blonde hair raced up the aisles of the lounger as it reared even closer to John and I. I looked back early enough to see her slam on the breaks and tip the lounge over on it's side, thousands of screams filling the air. I silently thanked the woman once she got up through a window on the side, carrying the knocked-out driver. Our eyes and met, and she smiled weakly as I nodded my head, giving her a job well done, and raced once again. This time John ran in front of me. 

We were just able to escape before the rest of the guards were able to get up and follow us to the airplane. I rammed my shoulder into the glass door, with determination and Watson followed my lead, running to the plane we were boarding. 

I expected fresh air to calm my pounding heart but instead it smelled like sulfur and I knew right away Moriarty had planned to do something. Sulfur is not a normal smell you'd inhale in an airport. We stopped for a moment, just trying to catch our breaths. 

"Well..." I managed to get out. "That was fun." 

John, through huge breaths, glared at me. He was obviously furious with my comment. 

A man who looked to be a pilot came towards us. 

"Sir, I'm afraid I need to see your pass before the two of you go anywhere." He said with a stern look. John furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance as I looked around the pilot. I saw a group of men who wore similar outfits walk past our dilemma. 

"What pass? A pass for what exactly?" John hounded the man with questions. He was already not in the best of moods and then this bloke strides up so I can hardly imagine the intensity in John's brain right now. 

Oh. Now I can. 

"Your pass that signals you are not on the 'no-flight' list, sir? Do you not have it?" The middle-aged man raised a judging eyebrow at us. 

"Yeah right, don't you get that sent to you so you don't need these stupid 'passes'? Aren't you supposed to have that memorized? Memorizar? No que? Don't you have security guards for that? You know, the big bulky men that were chasing us?!" John hounded. 

"Sir, I just need to see the pass otherwise I need to take you in-" 

"In where?" I interjected. 

"I need to take you to my boss." He said slyly, and in that moment my predictions were correct. I grabbed John by his coat shoulder just as I felt he was going to deck him in the cabeza and pulled him towards the plane. Soon, once John reached my speed, and calmed down might I add, we began to run, as the pilot spoke into a walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder. 

We got to the stairs and the landscape of the many planes and the small hills that stretched further beyond the machinery changed to the interior of the plane we were boarding. Just as relief swam over us, it disappeared once again. A stewardess with black short hair, who just got off of a walkie-talkie that was also strapped over her shoulder, approached us. 

"Why hello, gentlemen! I'm very sorry to say so, but I don't think this is the right plane. Can I see your tickets-?" She spoke cheerily, but was interrupted by a voice bursting through the intercom. 

"This is your captain speaking. At this moment, all passengers are final. If you could please seat yourself, lift off is in one minute." At the mention of this, I raised an eyebrow in a mocking manner, and smirked at the stewardess. 

"The captain said so himself, all passengers are final." I shrugged my shoulders, as the entrance to the plane shut. I made my way to my seat, which sat on the opposite side of the windows facing the Airport. John apologizing for my behavior behind me, soon afterwards plopped down besides my seat with a relieved 'hmph'. 

We waited and felt the airplane lift off. I heard anonymous chit-chat and gasps fill the plane. Ignoring them, I looked out of the window. It didn't take long until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Like someone was watching me. I slowly, and cautiously, turned my head. 

It was only John. 

"What?" I snapped. He narrowed his eyes and pointed to a window where several people crowded around. I got out of my seat, cautiously, and moved the people out of my way. "Oh..." I said breathlessly to myself as I watched from far away, as a man jumped from the edge of what looked like a helicopter pad and landed on a helicopter almost 20 feet away from the building. 

I knew almost immediately who it was, and all I saw was his silhouette. 

"Well that's a problem." 

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Well, I'm sorry that took so long. I've had a bit of overwhelming ideas and chapters and I also wanna mention that I am working on an original I'm really excited to release when I'm done with the 'Greta' series! 

I don't know if I could do both 'Greta' and 'psychedelic' (which is the name for the new book) at the same time, so I'll do it afterwards. I'm also working on several other books. I'll give ya'll a list and if one catches your eye, LET ME KNOW! 

psychedelic (Original) (ARR) - music book about two polar opposite people finding friendship through a whole new age genre of music....EDM! (It's like dubstep, but you don't need to like dubstep to like this book! There's also Punk Pop and Classical Cello music...hint hint) 

Time (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) - Quincey Williams is a mental patient after being left at the Pond's doorstep by Weeping Angels. A strange note has promised her a man for a father by the name of 'The Doctor'. With never-ending faithfulness to him, will she ever find out her purpose in life or will she forever remain 'insane'? 

Cowardly (Original) (ARR) -  WWII book- America Ouimet (named after the country her parents always wanted to move to) is an ex-Danish Resistance fighter on the hunt for her brother after Germans had taken him in for her army. The only way to get him back is to go undercover in the American Army as 'Martin Ouimet' and retrieve him from the Nazi's. 

Hyper-Sonic (A The Flash Fanfiction) - AC-639 is an experimental hero with the abilities of all Meta-Humans combined. She's fast like the Flash, brains like Albert Einstein, strong like Superman, and  telekinetic. When the Flash finds her in an old ware-house abandoned, a life-long partner could be in the mix, and she is now known as the superhero 'Ace'.  But when Harrison Wells gets a hold of her, a new revolutionized and unstoppable force will come between the fine line of life and death for Ace. 

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