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Dear Mr. Mycroft Holmes,
Your services have caught the attention of Omnia Organization. They have deemed you of high importance and thus have decided to give you a special agent to attend to the needs they recognized you require. What they may be they did not clarify, but we are obliged to accept their offered service, which we are sure you are aware of. The agent will arrive at your office on January 20th, on which they will brief you and start their service.
Omnia Organization was an almost omnipotent, independent group. They have aided many causes, but to this date, no one has yet to pin down their origins, or even their leader, and not from lack of trying either. The known members are all those who have decided to make themselves known. They have gained the trust of many governments, mainly because their works have given enormous benefits to those they decided to grace, but gave no benefits whatsoever to them except a relatively small sum of money compared to the demands of many other organizations. They communicated solely by personal contact or letter, and even then their tracks lead nowhere as though they were lightning, striking then disappearing but making a strong appearance.
It was the 19th of January. Mycroft was not surprised that their movements were so quick, they are known to work like this. Tomorrow, this agent will arrive and possibly, but hopefully won't, ruin his more or less peaceful life.
He sighed as he took a sip of the tea he had brewed prior to opening the letter, knowing that what it contained would most definitely be important. Nothing else to do but wait for tomorrow to come.
Luckily, he had quite a bit of paperwork to accomplish. Joy.
…
As soon as he took his seat in his office, a knock came to his door.
“She’s here, sir. Shall I let her in?” Anthea asked. The look she gave him told him it was the agent due to come today. He guessed that she had been awaiting his arrival.
“Yes, yes. Let her in.” He just sat down and now had to stand to greet this mysterious agent which was apparently female. He expected a tall and severe middle-aged woman wearing a black suit, entering with an air of authority, with a steely gaze that could cut through metal.
The woman who entered slightly resembled what he thought an agent would look like. She however, was a young woman who appeared to be in her late 20’s and was not wearing a black suit, but a long dark coat instead, covering most of her body. She had short, brown curly hair reaching just above her nape, tousled a bit with short strands covering a portion of her forehead. Instead of her eyes being steely, it looked as though she could instead stare right into your soul despite having common brown eyes. Aside from her coat, he saw that she wore black boots with a bit of heel, giving her 5”5 stature a boost. She stood with an almost military-like posture. Just as he was looking her over, he can see that she was doing the same. A second passed, and she began to speak.
“You may call me Minda. Mindy, if you prefer, I go by either. I’m sure you have been told that I am to attend to your needs. I would like to clarify our positions, however. I am not a common bodyguard that will follow your orders, I may follow some of your orders if I deem them appropriate to follow. However, if I were to order you to do something, you would be obliged to follow. Now don’t give me that look, I do not hold too much power against you. Everything will be reasonable, I assure you. If everything goes smoothly, I may not even have to make you do anything. Anyway, I am, as our organization now calls, a guardian. Your guardian, and you may pertain to me as such when the need to introduce me arises. You may lie, doesn’t matter as long as it does not degrade me.
Now, my duties. Simple really. Your requirements, some of which probably even you fail to see, I ensure will be met. That is more or less the gist of it. We have no paper that binds us, only the word of my leader, so you cannot terminate anything, you cannot get rid of me. Though even if there were papers, order from on high wouldn’t allow you to terminate our supposed ‘contract’. Any questions?”
Her long speech and question was met with silence. He processed every bit of information before asking one of the burning questions on his mind. A few seconds passed when he finally asked,
“Why was I given a ‘guardian’?”
“My boss deems you important enough that you require it. Next.”
“How long will this last?”
“Until my boss deems it no longer necessary. Next.”
“I have a great number of personnel who do my bidding, my ‘requirements’ as you say, are all met. There can’t possibly be any that I am unaware of.”
“You’re mistaken then. Next. Is that all?”
“It seems I have no more questions. You were mostly what I expected. Younger, however, female and not male. I do sincerely hope that we get along, for both of our sakes that is.” He said as he sat back down. that went better than he expected.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Her face morphed into what could only be described as pure mischief. “I will be watching you…24/7. Everywhere and anywhere, even in the bathroom. This is all for your safety. If my boss has deemed you so important, then many others probably have an interest in you as well. Some, probably of the unwanted kind. So you better get used to my presence, I'll be keeping my eyes on you, every second of every minute of every hour of every day.” They stared at each other for several seconds, Mycroft, stunned at this revelation, and Minda enjoying the look on his face. It wasn’t long until she could not hold it any longer, and she burst out laughing.
“Oh! You should have seen your face.” She continued to laugh, slapping her head with her palm as she did so. Mycroft was still stunned, gaping ever so slightly. Was this some sort of prank?
“Okay, okay I can see the irritation in your face, no, this is not a prank. Everything I said was true, except for the last part about watching you 24/7. Seeing you for the first time, I knew you were expecting someone strict and all business-like. Which made this even funnier!” She slightly doubled over, laughing once more.
Now Mycroft was really annoyed. Who is this woman, thinking she can make a fool out of him?
“Alright, I’m no uptight man like you, that’s the first thing I’d like to say. Lighten up, you just got a free nanny of sort, isn’t that great?” She spread her arms, indicating to herself. “Now, let’s get rid of this stifling coat. Let me just…” Under the coat, he was once again stunned to silence. Must be a record, because underneath was an almost painfully ordinary blue sleeveless turtleneck and a pair of jeans. He was hoping for someone better, not this.
“Let’s get along then, yeah?” She snickered.
Oh, this was way, way worse than he imagined.