Posted by Bowen Cates on 1/27/2008, 8:53 pm, in reply to "tCCGH Part 3"
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THIS IS SO COMPLETELY HOLMESIAN I THINK I AM GOING TO PASS OUT WITH GLEE
uh...so...ya, write, write, write...please...
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: Lestrade and Holmes picked their way back
: through the metal jungle, Lestrade flipping
: through the note pad as they walked.
: “Well Lestrade, your thoughts.
: “Another run of the mill virus Holmes, maybe
: someone trying to get even with the company.
: Most of these droids are on loan it wouldn’t
: take too much of a genius to slip a virus
: into one of the updates wired from the hire
: company.” Holmes gazed thoughtfully at the
: pair of dancing droids and tapped the
: giant’s leg.
: “Not all that run of the mill Lestrade.”
: “Fine but I still say…”
: “BETH.” The shout came from near an up-link
: point on the wall. A group of Tec’s in white
: overalls and masks were leaning over small
: screens linked to the main system. One
: separated from the others and fought his way
: over to them through the metal. Beth groaned
: slightly.
: “Hi Doyle, fancy seeing you here.” Doyle was
: slightly portly and seemed to have developed
: a sheen of sweat from standing at the heated
: terminal. He also wore a pair of dark
: bulbous lens over his eyes that resulted in
: most of his movements missing their mark by
: several inches.
: “What! Miss the chance to examine a virus
: that got through a Mark 96 Firewall,
: practically every Tec in the force is on the
: consoles of this system six deep.”
: “Who’s this?” He nodded at Holmes.
: “Holmes, Doyle, Doyle, Holmes. It’s just
: Doyle Holmes ok, Just Doyle as in Justin.
: Holmes is a recently revived Detective…yes
: like the one in the old books. Holmes, Doyle
: is a computer…something.”
: “Computer Recovery, Investigation, Detection
: and Restoration Technician 019-765-489
: Series. The armchair Detective of the
: virtual world…” Beth grimaced slightly,
: she’d heard the speech before and raced to
: cut him off.
: “Doyle why are you wearing the goggles out
: of the lab.” Doyle touched his face as if to
: confirm they were there.
: “Most of the older Tecs wear them, the
: daylight hurts your eyes when you spend most
: of your waking hours in the labs staring at
: consoles. Plus they’re like bugs eyes, for
: most of the stuff we do you need to see more
: than one screen at once, and they look good
: to boot.” Doyle poised catalogue model style
: for a second before turning to face them
: again. One of the Tec’s whistled at him.
: “D it’s just gone into Hark’s tri numero,
: you’re missing a split code over seven
: sectors of programme get over here.”
: “Woah that is next level.” He began backing
: away. “Beth you’ve got to come down the lab
: once this is broken down…you too sir…this
: could be a new virus wave. We can talk over
: the droid your friend brought in too. Bring
: burgers…” Saying that he tripped backwards
: over a pipe rolled and scrambled to his
: feet, pounding back to the small screen.
: Beth shook her head.
: “A friend of yours Lestrade?”
: “An old tutor Holmes who walked a bunch of
: us through the basics of cyber theft crime
: scene detection. Brilliant but a complete
: Tec head, practically exists in the virtual
: world. He’s only ever heard of you because
: the Robot museum runs an online Sherlockian
: detective game.”
: “I see. Nevertheless I suggest it would be
: to our benefit to take him up on his
: invitation to view this virus again, I very
: much fear he is right about a ‘virus wave’.”
: They walked in silence until they were
: outside again. Holmes turned to face the
: building holding the head of his cane up
: along his sight line and smiled.
: “Notice anything interesting about the
: building Lestrade.” Lestrade frowned.
: “No.” Holmes sighed exasperated.
: “Sometimes Lestrade I really do wonder why I
: try to teach you yardies anything. Didn’t
: you hear anything or more importantly see
: anything suspicious?”
: “Okay Mister High and Mighty Detective, what
: did you spot this time?”
: “Flattery will get you nowhere Lestrade…eyes
: and ears remember.” Holmes gestured to the
: building front with a dramatic sweep of his
: arms.
: “Look over the entrance, it seems the arc
: welder has decimated a few of the letters
: but you can still just about deduce the
: company name.”
: Lestrade looked up. The arc welder had been
: busy, most of the sign was blackened and as
: Holmes had pointed out a few of the letters
: were gone, and at least one had fallen onto
: the concrete below. But as she stared the
: remaining letters seemed to jump out at her,
: something clicked. Holmes smiled as
: understanding dawned on Beth’s face like a
: new day.
: “I don’t believe it. Its Swifts taxi firm.”
:
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