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Gloomy day as ever in Baker Street, a normal day for the citizens residing here in the area.
Long slender body, eyes sharp in observation, that man is Sherlock Holmes, detective in 221B Baker Street, and a very good one at that. Hobbies filled his mind whenever he has free time, always the best in the violin playing, but never going to concerts to show off his amazing skills.
Blonde hair, simple structure, and a fine moustache to distinguish a formidable yet short height, that man is John Watson, before he became an accomplice of Sherlock, he was a doctor in the army who sometimes talk about his time in Afghanistan.
The day was calm, and these two decided to do something else rather than ponder of the previous cases that were quite disturbing.
John read the newspaper as always, wondering if that was all he could do for the time being. Sherlock on the other hand, went to read books, most likely Pride & Prejudice by the famous Jane Austin.
Sherlock was up to the part where Mrs. Gardiner feeling obliged to inform Elizabeth in a letter that he had secured the match at a great expense and troubling himself until the telephone rang. He closed the book and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Is it you, Sherlock?"
Gavin, isn't it?
"Yes, Gav-Greg."
"Good."
"Define good to me."
"I meant to say that you were able to pick up the phone in such calm hours."
"What is it, Greg? Get to the point."
"I've got a case for you."
"That's brilliant, I should get on with it quite-"
"Hold on, let me interrupt you for just a second, sorry about that. You see, this case has been unsolved for, let's say decades."
Decades, and only now Gavin came to me?
"Why now and not before?"
"The newspaper should give you the details."
"Okay, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Sherlock clicked back the telephone then look towards John.
"John, hand me that newspaper you've got."
"I'll tell you this, the front page is weird."
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THE LOCAL NEWS
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THE MYSTERIOUS MAN
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Coming in just this morning, a blue police box appeared out of nowhere in a nearby park in Baker Street, no one knows for sure, not even the police themselves. Local authorities start to confirm that people should not touch it whatsoever due to their recent findings of radiation amidst the police box.
And on top of that, the mysterious odd man is at it again, in case for the readers who haven't heard from their fathers and grandfathers, the man has been seen through very unusual places and he doesn't seem to age at all. People have been conspiring that this man is associated with the blue police box.
Keep your eyes peeled, the mysterious man may be anywhere.
Your writer truly,
Gabriel Fergusen.
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The rest he didn't read, it was all irrelevant.
"I don't suppose they checked the insides, haven't they?" Sherlock said in a monotone voice, it certainly was quite strange and out of the ordinary for the newspapers to suddenly become a conspiracy theory ground instead of actually showing the common news.
"Probably not, the police, last time I checked, were too scared of the slightest unusuality." John then sipped a cup of coffee and looked out the cloudy window. "I don't remember, or heard anybody placing a police box in the park, surely it must be a trick."
"Not a trick, John." His eyes widened in pure shock. "You believe all of this? From what I can see is that someone pranked the office and sent this directly to us, a prank, Sherlock, a prank." Not raising his voice, John calmed himself down. "Sorry, just too caught up."
"None taken."
[DING]
Sherlock's laptop received an email, it must be Gavin giving me the case files, Sherlock thought. He swooned over and clicked the link, but there was a tiny message before he proceeded.
Read with caution
Pffft, He'll be fine. Sherlock's seen way too many dead bodies, he's seen everything.
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CLASSIFIED CASE LEVEL 11 : MYSTERIOUS TIME MAN
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NAME: The Doctor (As far as we know from unknown people)
AGE: UNKNOWN
HEIGHT: UNKNOWN
GENDER: UNKNOWN
NATIONALITY: UNKNOWN
INFORMATION: Sometimes wearing overcoats, even when its hot and sunny. Weird ways of talking and interrupting others. Always with lady companions mostly. Always near a blue police box. Doesn't have a driving license, no known ID, no money, and no passport.
LAST KNOWN: 2008
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: UNKNOWN
FAMILY RELATIONS: UNKNOWN
IF MET, ALERT IMMEDIATELY TO HEAD OF MYTHICAL SCIENCE DIVISION
REASON: This man has been alive for centuries.
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Nothing else, that's it?
"What is it, Sherlock? Is the case Greg gave you too easy?" Sherlock nearly dropped his jaw. "This may be a challenge to me, a tough one."
"A challenge, are you serious? Just give it time and we'll figure it out."
"No John, not like our previous cases. This one is next level."
"Next level? Let me see."
As John read the file, his eyes sprouted up in confusion. "Huh? This has to be fake, it just has to be."
"No it isn't, John. Gavin gave it to me."
"Greg, his name is Greg."
"Never mind that," Sherlock walked over to put on his overcoat. "Where are you going?"
"To the park, I'll investigate right away, the police box is connected to this mysterious man."
"Then I'll come along-"
"No, you wait here, I'll call you when I need help. Wouldn't want ourselves to be lost."
"Lost? Sher-"
Kadunk!
The door closed, leaving John behind may lead of regret.
"The park, here we go."