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This story fills a square on my card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This fest encourages the creation of boundary-pushing material that explores what happens when things go horribly wrong and people actually care about each other. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.

The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.

Begin with Part 1, Part 2.  This is a crossover with BBC Sherlock. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman," and the beginning of the morning after in "Texas Sunrise" and "Seeing Things."

Fandoms: BBC Sherlock / Original: Schrodinger's Heroes
H/C: Hostages
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Sherlock is hungover when the incursion alarm sound and hostile aliens burst into the Teferact compound. He struggles to get his brain working enough to figure out what's going on. He's almost fast enough.
Content Notes: Consequences of overindulgence in alcohol. Alien invasion. Problem-solving and teamwork. Combat violence. Safe ending.

"Fighting Through the Fog" Part 3

"Can you shoot?" Quinn asked.

"Quite," Sherlock said with a bright smile.

Quinn opened another wall safe and -- well, that was rather an impressive arsenal in there, wasn't it?

Sherlock accepted the pistol (another Glock 21, excellent for personal defense) and spare ammunition (Asym SDX hollowpoints: serious stopping power). Just then, the sound of gunfire came from inside the Ring, where the Teferact enclosed a large area of open space. The noise bounced painfully against Sherlock's hangover.

Kay's voice came over the comm. "Exchanging fire, two enemy targets down, no casualties on our side," she said, then, "Shit! The other three disappeared!"

A new alarm blared inside the control room. Three huge, hairy bodies appeared. The yeti-bears hunched even under the high ceiling, overwhelming in the crowded space. They grabbed Alex and Ash before anyone else could move. Alex curled into a small, awkward target. Ash lashed out with her booted feet.

Sherlock raked his gaze over the creatures, trying to identify where to shoot them. He understood human anatomy impeccably, animals less so, and aliens hardly at all. Did a yeti-bear have a heart or lungs shaped and located similar to a brown bear? How much insulation of fur and fat protected the vitals? The head was an obvious target, but how thick was the skull? Would a .45 caliber projectile penetrate it?

Quinn fired at the large intruder holding Alex. Tim grappled with the one holding Ash. Bailey applied a wrench to the smallest.

Suddenly Ash's captor roared and a spray of scarlet blood (hemoglobin, arterial pressure) spurted from its thigh. Ash pulled back her pocket knife to strike again.

Sherlock refined his estimation of vital organs and put a cluster of bullets into the yeti-bear's chest. It collapsed to the floor. He was still trying to secure aim on a finishing shot when Ash slit its throat.

The control room was suddenly quiet -- and emptier than it should be.

"They've got Alex and Bailey!" Quinn barked. "The little one held a gun on Alex, I couldn't get a clear shot to drop it."

"Hostages," Sherlock gasped, suddenly on almost-familiar ground again. "They were after information, but not in the computers -- in people's heads!"

"We need to stop them before they can drag anyone out of this dimension," Quinn said.

"We'll work on blocking that from here," Ash said. She and Tim returned to their consoles.

That left Quinn and Sherlock to free the hostages. Quinn dashed out of the room, Sherlock just behind him. Sherlock's legs kept up, but his mind limped. It should be John, something in him protested.

Yet Quinn was fast and fierce and nothing to dismiss in a fight. Doubtless John was off having fun with Kay in the Texas scrubland. More gunfire sounded from that direction. (Individual shots: aimed fire.) Quinn and Sherlock ran faster.

They caught up with the yeti-bears. The shorter one carried Alex while the taller one dragged a struggling Bailey. Something went spang! against the wall by Sherlock's ear. He ducked.

"Furniture's kevlar," Quinn said, pulling Sherlock behind an easy chair.

* * *


The Glocks are loaded with .45 acp SDX Barnes 185gr hollowpoint bullets from Asym. Those are expensive compared to other ammunition for that gun type, but they are among the most powerful available and recommended for home defense. (Thanks to Alex, the team can afford to stock and even practice with ammo of that quality.) They are expanding bullets designed for low penetration and high damage, ideal for combat against unarmored targets. The team keeps armor-piercing ammunition too.

Kevlar furniture is real, though scarce and expensive. It's also possible to buy kevlar cloth or solid panels for reinforcing standard furniture. I couldn't find an easy chair, but I did find this carbon kevlar office chair, which is probably typical of the desk chairs in the compound. If you expect to be waging a firefight in your home/workplace, it pays to make sure the stuff you'll be hiding behind will stop as much ammunition as possible.

[To be concluded in Part 4 ...]

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Date: 2012-12-03 06:10 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
My favourite bit of kitchen kit is a pair of kevlar gloves, one with sticky silicone grips for handling hot, possibly damp or otherwise slippery crockery... the uprated ones have a bit of GoreTex in the middle and are thus *steamproof* as well. But with the non-silicone one you can literally reach into a charcoal fire and rearrange the lit briquettes... just do it quickly.. :)

Kevlar. Wondrous stuff. :)

Re: Ooo...

Date: 2012-12-08 04:52 am (UTC)
mdlbear: the positively imaginary half of a cubic mandelbrot set (Default)
From: [personal profile] mdlbear
They're quite easy to find -- called "ove gloves".

One problem I've noticed: don't get 'em wet. Wet kevlar conducts heat really well.

Back in the day, my dad had a pair of *asbestos* gloves, which he used for tending the fireplace and barbecue. I have no idea what became of them.

(no subject)

Date: 2014-03-25 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] labelleizzy.livejournal.com
Oooh. I really want, like lust after, gloves like that...

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Date: 2012-12-09 07:12 am (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
Possible occasional task for someone(s) on the team: adapting/modifying/making appropriate furniture & whatnot (possibly including whatnots) for the team's unusual needs.

Re: Yes...

Date: 2012-12-09 06:08 pm (UTC)
thnidu: my familiar. "Beanie Baby" -type dragon, red with white wings (Default)
From: [personal profile] thnidu
OK, it just occurred to me, but I'm glad you've already thought of it. Not surprised, though. :-)


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