Eyes On You: Book-2 [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

Chapter 18- The Perfect Firewall

In an MI6 office, Mycroft, Sherlock, John, and Tara are with Mycroft's old source. Four images of young blonde women are displayed on the screen.

'All those years no one could touch him. It was because he had the perfect fire-wall, Sarah Allison Smith. Anytime any evidence or data related to Eye would come out, it was like she was jumping into the computer and wiping it away. A few months before you destroyed Eye, she ran away from him. She was his crown jewel, his right hand. No one knows why she ran away all those years ago. From secret services to international mafias, everyone is looking for her. Whoever finds her will hit the jackpot. As per my sources, Sarah was roaming all over the world, in disguise. That was until 3 years ago. We have piled up all her visuals. This is a visual from 6 years ago, it is a hundred percent match.' He said and showed a mugshot of Sarah. She is a young Caucasian female with brown hair and cerulean blue eyes. '5 years ago, 80 percent, 4 years ago 60 percent, and 3 years ago 40 percent' he placed several photographs from CCTV footage on the table. 'She has had several plastic surgeries over the years. The image from 3 years ago was the last known face, nobody has seen her ever since. Not even her plastic surgeon could see her new face, she ran away from the hospital soon after the surgery. We have no idea what she looks like anymore. No visuals, no records, there is no way we can find her' he explained.

Tara furrowed her brows and picked up the last picture. She placed the picture on a scanner, and sat down in front of a computer, watching as the image loaded on the screen.

'Is it just me or does that face look oddly familiar?' John asked as he looked at the picture on the screen.

'It has taken years but John is finally observing' Sherlock commented and John glared at him.

As the image finished loading on the computer screen, Tara pulls up a facial recognition and sketching software on the computer. She stared blankly at the image for a few minutes, then she fearfully brought her hands to the mouse and keyboard and started making changes to the image using the software. Sherlock, Mycroft, and John watch in horror as Tara changed the hair color of the image from brown to blonde, softening the sharp facial features. In a few moments, she has the finished image in front of her. Mycroft rubbed his hands over his face as Tara scanned the first image given by the informer. Tara's face contorted and turned red as the facial recognition software calculated and showed a 20 percent match.

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Grace entered 221c Baker Street after a long day at work. She had been carrying all the load since Tara's 'accident'. She is wearing a baggy t-shirt and jeans. She leaves her bag on the table and walks straight to the fridge. She pours herself a glass of Syrah and turns to find Tara sitting in the living room armchair.

'Tara, what are you doing here?' she asked in slight surprise.

'Just came back from my honeymoon, thought I'd stop by and check on an old friend. Still have the keys to this place' Tara said and tossed her keys to 221C Baker Street on the coffee table. She looks elegant in her overcoat and high heels.

'Right, I see you've helped yourself. You're usually a bourbon lady' Grace asked referring to the glass of wine in Tara's hand.

'You love it so much, I thought I'd give it a try' Tara eyed the young woman. She then looked around the apartment, which doesn't look much different than when she lived there. She always thought of Grace as naïve, empty-headed even, now she didn't know what to think.

'Do you like it?' Grace asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

Tara looked at the glass, turning it in her fingers. 'It's too weak for my taste'