(Here we go...!)

John stopped himself before he could contest at that point, and patiently responded instead with, "Yes, we should, just give me a minute," and turned back towards the bedrooms. "If it isn't a dangerous assumtion to bring a revolver." He added.

"Good thinking Watson," Holmes responds.
He paces in the living room waiting for Watson before going to talk to Mrs. Hudson. He waits rather impaciently for a few minutes for Watson before leaving the building.
Mrs. Hudson waits for Dr. Watson to tell him which way Holmes went.


(I promise you it's not what you think)

(I know, but Watson doesn't.)

John sighed. "Of course." He mumbled to himself before hurrying outside, stuffing the revolver into his pocket. "Thank you Mrs. Hudson!"

"Be careful Dr. Watson, he left in a fearful huff," Mrs. Hudson cautions.

Sherlock walks the path where the child had run before walking back to find Watson, "There you are Watson. Forget dinner the trail is hot and I fear we already may be to late."

John fell into a brisk trot beside him, deciding they could discuss this on the way. "Too late for-- where are we going?"

"Big Ben and pray our mysterious messanger is there waiting for us," Sherlock explains, "I found blood maybe a few hours old while tracking. Our messanger was injured and running maybe for his or her life."

John frowned in slight concern, but didn't say anything else.

After a few minutes they get to the clocktower where a man whose right arm is in a sling is waiting paciently. The man with the sling looks around before going over to John and Sherlock, "Are you Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes?"
"Yes we are," Holmes answers.
"Good I'm sorry about the ugent message but your apparentment was being watched. I suppose I should introduce myself; I am Raymond Stewart. I asked you here because my partner was kindapped. You see we work for an international agency called INTERPOL, I doubt you've ever heard of it, and we're here working on a case involving a rather cunning advasry whom we do not know the name of. My partner whom I know as Alec (I don't know his real name) was going undercover in one sector of it when he was captured by another sector. Please I've heard of your repuation and you must help otherwise I fear the world will loose a good agent."

John gave Raymond a firm nod. "Don't worry, we'll do what we can." He paused, glancing at Sherlock. "Right?"

"Of course," Sherlock agrees, "What can you tell us about your partner?"
"Well he's not what you'd expect being a former swimming champion but he's tough and knows his weapons."
"No what do you know about what he was doing when he was captured?"
"I have a small clue that he was trying to find information on a shipment of stolen goods but after that I lost contact with him," Raymond explains, "I wish I knew more and why I about had a near fatal accident."
Holmes looks at the cast, "Someone about ran you over?"
"How did you know," Raymond asks.
"Elemetry the dirt on your pants and the hoof marking on sleeve."