An American? Even more interesting. Sherlock blows out the match as it's burning low, the computers starting to turn the lights back on. The ones that are shattered spark a few times but it's enough light that the destruction of the room can be seen clearly enough. The machine at the end of the room is now scrap metal, a charred ring burned into the wall behind where it used to stand. The large computer screen above the console is cracked and hanging on it's side, flickering numbers and lines.
"An explosion, obviously. But I don't believe it was planned." Sherlock sounds contemplative when he says that, as if he's thinking to the purpose of the explosion itself. On one knee next to the man on the floor, his long brown coat and deerstalker hat might seem out of place too. However, his sharp blue eyes and even sharper brains had not missed the fact that this man was armed. Sherlock needed to know more.
"Where were you before the explosion?" he asks curiously.
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Date: 2015-02-25 04:43 am (UTC)From:"An explosion, obviously. But I don't believe it was planned." Sherlock sounds contemplative when he says that, as if he's thinking to the purpose of the explosion itself. On one knee next to the man on the floor, his long brown coat and deerstalker hat might seem out of place too. However, his sharp blue eyes and even sharper brains had not missed the fact that this man was armed. Sherlock needed to know more.
"Where were you before the explosion?" he asks curiously.