Getting around London became somewhat an unpleasant CHORE after he'd announced that he was alive, he couldn't risk a single person recognizing him from the broadcasts that had taken over their screens but he also wasn't all too fond of remaining locked away somewhere like some caged animal in the guise of 'safety'. -- Jim still owed his favourite detective a visit, afterall.
The criminal had waited for Sherlock to climb into a cab, dressed down with his back to the man until it was about to pull away from the curb, that was when he took the opportunity to pull the other passenger door open and slip inside. Gun pulled and pressed to the cabbie's head, his gaze didn't move from Sherlock himself as he shut the door behind him, a predatory grin spread across his face. His attention didn't shift from the detective, even as he forced the cabbie to start moving.
❝DRIVE. And I suggest you don't TRY anything if
you'd like to survive this. -- Now, Sherlock, it's
been a WHILE hasn't it?❞