Sherlock smirked as she was somewhat enjoying Watson asking what she wanted in return. "Watson, I assure you that you are fine. I do suggest however that you do not do it again. You may be good with guns and fighting, but I know every martial arts there is." She glanced at Watson who walked beside her and gave a small smile. "I already know your weak spots if you were actually to harm me. I may be very thin and not intimidating, but I assure you that I am dangerous when tampered with." With another smile she carried on.<br/><br/>Once at the abandoned hotel that Fredrickson and his followers often met, Sherlock pulled out her pistol, making sure that it was loaded. She looked at Watson and continued in. "Their hideout is somewhere not obvious. There has to be a secret passage way that leads to another. Check everything." Sherlock whispered as she advanced forward, her gun in front of her as she moved. She usually hated using guns but this case was dangerous, so it was required.