As Sherlock enters a Philadelphia bar, he stares around for a few minutes at the crowd of people, most mobsters and others just men getting here from a hard days of work. After he finishes his quick glance, he goes past a few bartenders and cooks and enters a tiny room. A small door is here, as he opens the door it shows a few steps going up. Taking a sigh he continues to walk, reaching the roof of the Bar.

"Hmm... today is the day. Isn't it buddy?"

Sherlock grasps tight to his gun and then reaches the edge. Looking down a good fifteen feet he breaths a quick sigh of relief. The police seemed to have missed him. He scans for a few minutes, and there it is, the damned leprechaun.

"Hey! Someone stop that tiny fuck!"

Jumping down from the top of the Pub, Sherlock lands in a tiny littering of garbage and filth. Getting up slowly he quickly scans the area once more, finally catching sight of the damn tiny fuck who stole his money. Pulling his gun from his pocket, he lets out a barrage of gunfire... and then... silence. The green man falls over, his hand on to his chest.

"You will pay for this... you will pay dearly."

The tiny man seems to wave his hands and then falls into a deep trance. Sherlock smiles and then begins his trek home. Why did he go through all of this? Simple... he needed to. This was his passage of rite. Maybe I got to ahead of myself.

It all began a few weeks ago...

Prequel - coming soon.

Passage of rite is a new saying now, just so you all know.

Walks off... mysteriously.

Lol I'm interested in how this started

Wow, that leprechaun sure sounds like a tiny fuck. You must've really annoyed him to get him like that. What did you do, steal the gold from the end of his rainbow?

Lmao.. Maybe he did. :P

A leprechaun is a much more daunting foe than Professpr Moriarity.