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  There was definitely something going on, but Sherlock wasn't in the mood to tell him, so there was no point in trying to talk to him. He'd be better off at Sarah's, at least that would be interesting.  As soon as John got outside, he wished he'd worn a thicker coat or brought gloves. Oh well, he'd get there quickly and get into the warm.  Then he started as the cold barrel of a pistol touched the back of his neck.  He looked sideways. The man with the gun was dressed all in black and was also wearing a black balaclava. No way of identifying him later, then. The man jerked his head at a nondescript black car. Clearly John was supposed