User blog:Iggylord/Fallout: A Study In Scarlet (Prologue)

Note: Although I do not own the character of Sherlock Holmes, the stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle are no longer copyrighted works, and so I am free to use them.

2:45 AM, Thursday, 8th of October, 2291  

Downs Residence, Baker Town, The London Wasteland

Another killing. Captain Gina Lestrade of the Baker Town Guard sighed. "How the hell could they even happen?" She thought, lighting a cigarette, "You don't get serial suicides!"

She studied the crime scene once again. It was the same as the other two. They had taken the same, mercury-filled pills, and died. Only this time, it was a teenager, of just fifteen years. According to Toby Gregson, the chief inspector, the boy's name was Louis Downs. And, like the other victims, he had no reason to commit suicide. In fact, he had seemed to be happier than usual, according to the neighbours. It just didn't make sense.

"Captain?" Sergeant Donovan asked Gina, "Some people from The Strand and The Evening Witness are wanting an interview at the barracks in half an hour. Should I shoo them away?"

"Don't bother, Sally," Captain Lestrade said, setting down her cigarette, "We already know that it's the same as all the other suicides. There's nothing better to do. Tell them that you, me and Gregson will be there in thirty minutes."

"Of course, Captain." Donovan nodded, walking outside again.

3:15 AM, Thursday, 8th of October, 2291

Guard Barracks, Baker Town, The London Wasteland

Gina sighed. Not out of frustration, but more because already knew what was going to happen next, and, no matter how much she disliked it, it was the Baker Town Guard's best chance of finding the killer.

"Captain Lestrade!" A reporter shouted, waving his arms in the air, "Are these deaths linked?"

"Yes, these killings -sorry- suicides, seem like they could be linked. These are very strange circumstances." Gina knew that these were killings, but, until she had the evidence, she couldn't say anything.

"But Captain Lestrade!" Another reporter shouted, "How can suicides be linked? Are you suggesting that these could be murders?"

"As Captain Lestrade has stated," said Inspector Gregson, "These are very strange circumstances, even for The London Wasteland. But, for now, we should assume that these are suicides."

On the various terminal screens behind them, a message alert sounded, and some text popped up, reading, "He's wrong. Yours sincerely, S.H." It was on every terminal screen in the room. The same message alert sounded on the Pip-Pad of a reporter.

"I you're getting that message, please ignore it." Sergeant Donovan said, then turning to Lestrade, whispering, "We need to stop him doing that."

A second message popped up on the screens, reading,  "Lestrade, you know where to find me. Yours sincerely, S.H." Captain Lestrade smiled a bit, for the plan had worked. Sherlock Holmes was on the case.