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Mycroft
It was easy really. Get to Baskerville, make sure everything is 'OK', get out, proceed to his meetings. But nothing is really easy in his line of work. Due to his brother's little adventure a few months ago, security as heightened and the staff took great lengths to ensure that he was indeed Mycroft Holmes. The elder Holmes resisted the urge to sigh in irritation. This wasn't his field of expertise. He already deduced that some guard were sleeping with each other and some of the scientists too. There was an overly sentimental old man in an office they passed by earlier. The other one had two daughters. Everything was so boring. He shuddered internally. He was beginning to sound like Sherlock.
"I am sorry General but I am a little curious." he said half-way through. They paused in a rather narrow hallway filled with doors with warnings."There are rumors upstairs that one of your scientists tried to take his research 'outside' and endangered civilian lives." His tone was crisp and firm. A lesser man would have shivered from the coldness of his voice. "How did you know that sir?" one of the soldiers asked while his superior glared at him.
"So it is true?" his voice carried a fake innocent-like tone that didn't fool anyone. Before the idiot could make himself look anymore foolish, the general answered with a measured and controlled tone, "Yes sir, I do regret to inform you that we did have another breach in our security" He said this while giving a pointed look to the elder Holmes. Mycroft just raised one of his brows. "However, we caught him straight away and we've dealt with the civilians." If he were a concerned citizen he might have asked what 'dealt' really meant but somethings are better left unsaid. "What about his works?" he inquired. They were obviously hiding something.
"We've confiscated those as well. his research, well they will prove to be helpful should we complete it."
"Should I be worried about your security?" 'Or lack thereof' he resisted saying. "No sir, we are doing are best to improve it more. Now, if you please here we have-"
He listened and took notes since his assistant couldn't. She was stuck in the car since her clearance wasn't as high as his.
The tour went on for what seemed like hours. By the end of it, Mycroft was well informed about what they want him to hear. There were secrets they weren't willing to share but he found out anyway, but that was expected. There were some that was so guarded he couldn't even scratch the surface. Also expected. They were passing through one of the labs when the alarm went off. The white halls were filled with dancing red lights and the soldiers took out their guns. "Not again." His ears caught the annoyance from a few feet away from him. "Seriously?" came a grunt from his left. He was having a long talk with his 'superiors' when he comes back. They were trying to lead him out of the building when a hoard of scientists and doctors came crashing in to them. they were obviously trying to get to their research and secure them but for some reason, Mycroft was separated from his guards. He felt dizzy all of a sudden and he grasped the wall for support. There was a flash of pain from the back of head before everything went black
Sherlock
"There was an emergency. Your presence is requested ASAP ~A"
The text arrived after the four messages he ignored for five minutes. John was reading the paper while he watched Sherlock stare at his phone. "Okay then, what seems the matter now?" He asked without looking away from his paper. There were things you picked up while living with a detective. "You've been staring at your phone for awhile now."
"It's nothing important." He said while trying to make the uneasy feeling in his stomach go away. After five minutes of silence, John's phone beeped. "Look's like Mycroft needs your help on a case." He said while standing up from his chair.
"No."
"No?"
"His PA text you that he needed my assistance. Mycroft never texts unless he could talk, even when he texts he does it himself. His PA contacting me suggests that Mycroft is unavailable, she contacting you means that it is serious. She's desperate which means something happened to Mycroft, his probably injured somewhere."
He paused for awhile, thinking.
"How did you know she text me?"
" She texted me five time in the last five minutes. When i didn't reply she probably texted you."
"We should probably contact her. You know, make sure everything's alright?"
"Boring!" Sherlock said while flopping down on the couch.
John proceeded to text Anthea.
"Is everything okay? -J"
"There will be a car waiting for you in two minutes ~A"
There really was no point in arguing. When he opened his mouth to tell Sherlock, he was surprised to see him in his coat and scarf, ready to go.
"Once you texted her there was no point in trying to argue. Best just do what she says."
He thinks there was something more in those lines but he chose to ignore them. He'll just get a headache trying to think about what went on in the head of his flatmate.
After a few hours later they were in the entrance of Baskerville. John was shocked but he tried to hide it. As they exited the car, they were approached by Anthea, her trusty Blackberry in her hand. "It's best you come with me. The situation is quite delicate." Which could be translated into 'Come with me to a private place because if other people hear us, we would have to kill them' John thought cynically but followed her anyway.
Sherlock's brain worked double time trying to deduce what happened to his brother. So far, they've passed the labs and were currently going to the direction of the...infirmary? That means he was right, Mycroft was probably injured, or killed. Anthea wanted privacy probably because he was injured b y an experiment. It could also be because they didn't want others to leek information that an assassin managed to sneak their way into one of the most highly guarded facilities in Britain.
"What are we doing in the infirmary?" John asked with a quizzical expression. 'He could be so clueless sometimes' Shelock thought.
"My brother is probably injured in one of his 'inspections' probably by some experiments that doesn't really exist. I need to see my brother if you please"
He made his way to the door and almost touched it before Anthea blocked it. "I must warn you, it is shocking." Her voice had a certain tone that almost seemed anxious while her face betrayed nothing.
"I assure you I've seen worse." He suddenly had hundreds of pictures of Mycroft lying in a table pale and lifeless, all injured in different ways. He doesn't care. Convinces himself that he doesn't care about his rubbing older brother.
"I'll bet you ten quid you haven't" she said softly with a sad smile. She looked sharply in Sherlock's eyes and said "Don't say I didn't warn you." He ignored her and went in anyway. John followed but before he could continue he bumped into Sherlock's back. "Don't just stand there like a- Oh dear God."
There was nothing in the world that could have prepared him for the sight.
"Hello there." a voice said coming from the figure on the bed.