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“Do I have a use now?” I spat as the door clicked open behind me.
“As a matter of fact you do,” The English accent told me that it was him again. I stood up and waited patiently as three guards walked in with their guns loaded and pointed them at me.
“Two PDW’s and an old styled AK-47. Different to the normal guns you have pointed at me Mycroft,” I said glancing over my shoulder at the immaculately dressed man behind me.
“Yes. Well, you are needed in a court of law today. I do hope you still remember all of the laws and rules about being an attorney,” Mycroft said and I could feel the hate-filled smirk on my back. Two scientists walked into the room and began to undo the strafe jacket binding my arms to my body. As they finished they left quickly with Mycroft closing the door behind him as, he too, left the room. I looked at the small single bed on the far side of the room to see that a black pencil skirt and matching jacket were left with a white blouse.
“He wasn’t kidding. Smug bastard,” I said to the guards, knowing that they wouldn’t be talking to me. I pulled the white pants off of my legs, staring at the hairless white skin underneath before pulling on the skirt. I opened the buttons on the blouse before pulling on the shirt and buttoning it back up with the jacket just hanging over my shoulder.
“Do you think anyone would care if I happened to kill someone?” I asked the guards rhetorically. I laughed to myself when they all tensed and aimed their weapons at my head as I tucked the shirt into the skirt, and walked to the door where I waited.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill all three of you. That’s just too messy,” I whispered before turning back to the door as it began to open.
“Who is she?” I looked at the new voice and saw someone whom I read about when reading Mycroft’s file.
“Aveline. Ava for short. You must be William Holmes. Wait, no. That’s not what you go by, is it? You go by Sherlock. Just as Mycroft doesn’t go by Alexander.” I explained and as the scientists handcuffed me and attached a bunch of wires to my body I whispered to them. “Men honestly,”
“Your name was never Aveline,” Mycroft began but I glared at him, cutting him off.
“It was after you fucking experimented on me. Good job by the way. You gave me an eidetic memory, super strength, super speed, a highly advanced intelligence and all of that just to be sure I am better at everything than any normal human. Great job,” I snapped.
“Come on. If she is really as good as you say, then let’s finally put Moriarty behind bars.” Sherlock commented before storming out of the door with a shorter man in tow. I pulled up Sherlock’s file and read everything about him.
“John Hamish Watson,” I said out loud in an ‘ah’ kind of way.
“What did you say?” John asked turning around, tense with my words.
“Nothing really. You’re an army doctor with a shoulder wound and had a psychosomatic limp. Until Sherlock Holmes came along that is. Eating disorder due to PTSD, same old, same old. Do you still miss the war, Doctor Watson?” I asked walking past the shorter man and out onto the street with my ‘body’ guards still pointing guns at me.