18.
Sherlock leaned on the
wall next to the staircase at the third level. It was a calculated move given
that they were trapped and the ten guards were killed to prevent the incursion
by the trained killers which had taken control of the levels below.
“Lady Jane, you are a
better shot than me.” Sherlock held the rifle towards the lady who was covering
the staircase with the other rifle. “I much prefer the double gauge gun. It
does not need aiming.”
“Damn you, Sherlock. We
have not….” Lady Jane heard the holler that was her lover call of the wild. It
was minutes ago when the attack on the house begin with the storming of the
house by the killers. There were two dozen of them spread equally in force.
They came in with well-coordinated formation leap frogging to cover one
another. Three guards at the ground level were shot on sight before the rear
group moved to the right of the house there to search the rooms. The front group
went for the left wing where Sherlock was situated.
“They are here.”
Sebastian grabbed the extra ammunition rounds before he passes it to Sherlock.
He then grabbed the second set of the Nagant and the ammunition. He was loading
the rifle then when Hauptmeister had reached for the cupboard behind his seat
to remove the prototype.
“This is Mashinenpistole 40…” The officer was
interrupted by the stomping on the door. Hauptmeister Bormann levelled the gun
at the doorway and fired at it. The gun fired a series of shots using half of
the thirty two rounds in under five seconds. That stopped the stomping but then
Sebastian had opened the door to face the killers. He stepped over the two dead
killers and shot at the retreating five who were in the corridors. The shooter
shot two of them before he ducked back in.
“There is a servant
stairs at the rear. There is a doorway in the next room to it.” Hauptmeister
Bormann took off but before he grabbed the last double gauge gun there in the
gun cupboard with the box of cartridges. Sherlock barricaded the doorway before
joining the duo at the next room. They ran up and skipped the second level to
reach the third. They found the others at the main staircase and had barricaded
the access. It was then the Hauptmeister Bormann handed the double gauge to
Lady Jane. He knew her reputation as a shooter. She demonstrated her skill with
two well-placed shots that stopped the killers from storming to their level.
Lady Jane took the
other rifle and handed her’ to Sherlock. It was then he asked of Lord
Greystoke.
“He is going to swing.”
Lady Jane replied. “He is going for our tools in the front of the wagon.”
It was then they heard
shouts at the lower levels. Lady Jane then leaped over the barricade with
Watson to run downstairs. It’s was what they agreed and Lady Harkness went for
the servant staircase. Mycroft was still flexing his muscles then but he will
join soon after. That was the excuse for he needed to use the bathroom.
Lord Greystoke had the
torn strips of the high curtains and then knotted them into a long vine like
rope. He stepped out of the window sill and looked at the height. It was not
higher than some of the trees he had climbed but he was not taking risk then.
He tossed the knotted rope out with the secured end to the thick oak table
pinned down by another table and other heavier stuffs. He jumped out just
seconds after the throw and hollered his battle cry as heard by many. It would
had been his baby lullaby but it reassured him of the hard landing should he
failed. The rope got taut at fifty feet and with that he twisted his body to
crash leg first into the ground floor rear open doorway. He landed on the
unwary killer’s back and with both arms raised he slammed hard on the killer’s
spine. That was how the apes do it. He rolled over the dead killer and then ran
out to the front. By the time he reached the wagon, the other killers were
opening fire at him. It was then Lady Jane stepped off the staircase and too
her shots with accuracy. Three more killers went down when Watson joined here.
Even with his bad leg, he climbed onto the stairs handle rail and slid down
with his scalpels tossed to remove two more guards. They were then at the first
level and Lady Jane reloaded her gun while Watson retrieved his scalpels.
“There are more.” It
was Sherlock who had stood there with the double gauge gun releasing the deadly
pellets from the gun at the killer climbing up the stairs. He bent down to
reload his gun while the Hauptmeister overtook him and shot the other killer
coming up then.
“Six down and six to come.”
Mycroft joining in then did the mathematics.
“It’s fourteen,
Mycroft.” Sherlock corrected the other. At the other end, Lady Harkness bumped
into the two killers there who found the stairs. Just before they could react,
the lady had leaped on them like a bat like move and sank her teeth into the
left one while her legs did a scissor grab on the second by the neck. They fell
down in a heap but then the lady had used her knees to crack the killer’s neck
bones. She bit down deep and then pushed the dead killer off her lips. It felt
good then to taste the blood once more.
The remaining twelve killers
then split into two groups. The first group of five went outside to gather more
guns but were confronted by the single figure holding two metal shafts and a
pile of broken guns.
“Kreegah!” Lord
Greystoke charged at them with the staffs levelled at them. He stretched his
arms wide and hen pressed the remote to release the whip. He swung both his
arms with the whips lashing out at them. The whips coiled around two of the
five at the neck. Lord Greystoke had then pulled the whip back and with that
the severed heads of the two. The other three were in a shock at the action
despite their fierce reputation as killers. They may have killed but the
savagery of the kill then was above their modes. By then Lord Greystoke had
reached the three killers and with his retractable staffs aimed at their faces
and knees. He was finished when he pulled the staff out of the throat of the
third killer. In the house, the second group of seven killers were driven down
the corridor and was stopped by Lady Harkness. She was unusually armed with a
gun in each hand. She fired like a gunslinger direct from the hips.
“I lived long enough to
shot like Wyatt Earp. We were friends at Tombstone.” Lady Harkness dropped the
emptied guns.
“Naturally.” Sherlock
smiled. “You shot like one with the legs spread for balance. Could you have
been Calamity Jane then?”
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