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“Mycroft, get me back to Baker Street.”
John nodded at the figure striding towards them. “Right, you’re home early.”
Sherlock smirked. “Miss me, John?”
He couldn’t stop from laughing. “God, of all the times. Moriarty’s on the telly and look at us being funny.”
Sherlock’s phone rang in his pocket and he fished it out. “I’ve got three missed calls from Lestrade and two from Molly.”
Mycroft’s eyes slid away from his own phone. “Not a patch on my call log, little brother.” It vibrated silently in his hand even as he watched and Mycroft answered with a barely contained sigh. “Yes, he’s here. No, quiet now. When the car arrives I want you to get in. This is not Scotland Yard’s department.”
Mary faced Sherlock. “So, plan?”
“When I came back from abroad John demanded an explanation. I told you Moriarty had to be stopped. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for you so you weren’t listening, but...” Sherlock waved a flippant hand. “Whoever’s doing this is using Moriarty’s face, so let’s humour them. Pretend we’re dealing with someone with the same ideas, the same recklessness.”
“This was a showy stunt, the screens. Very V for Vendetta,” John said.
“No idea what you’re talking about, but yes, more or less. This show is going to be big and bright and bloody.”