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Sherlock discovered how hard he could hit the brakes, coming to a stop. The idiot, who was in the road, took what looked like a cane/sword (Sherlock didn’t know which) and tapped the car hood. He scratched the back of his head, as he marveled at the “borrowed” car.

Ugh, I’m becoming more like Arsene, Sherlock thought. “You’re blocking the road!”

“No, I ain’,” the fool shouted, “This ain’t a road. Roads are steel and electricity suspended two bodies’ high in the air! Ya’d be an idiot to get on them. It’s impossible to get in them.”

Sherlock cursed. “Would you just move!”

“Maybe if you let the blind man cross the ‘road’ punk?”

Sherlock hated waiting, but could be patient should a situation demand it. However, the moron went as SLOW as possible, getting on Sherlock’s nerves. As Sherlock smashed the horn of the car, the man hit the car with the sword.

Swearing, Sherlock shouted. “I’m going to count to ten, and if you aren’t out of the way, I’m going to start driving!”

Before Sherlock could say ten, a smoke grenade smashed through the window. After blurting out a bad word, Sherlock hit the gas peddle. Unfortunately, he was unaware of the stain glass from the window Arsene smashed, which damaged the tires. Unable to continue, Sherlock looked as the idiot crossed the street.

“Thanks for waiting punk.”

Words could not describe the aggressive anger in Sherlock. While the detective internally cursed, there was a knock on the window. What the h…no, Sherlock was going to stop swearing right now. Opening the window, Sherlock asked. “What is it good sir?”

It was time to put on the professional look. Everyone was willing to talk to the investigator who was friendly and rarely became angry. It was a mask Sherlock created long ago.