Hunter (Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 19: The gunpowder plot

I woke up the next morning, reaching for the hotel phone, only to open my eyes and realize there was no hotel phone. I was actually back in 221B, in my own room. I sighed cheerfully, getting out of bed and scanning through my wardrobe for something I could wear. Jeans? No, not really a jeans day today. A tight t-shirt? Definitely not. 

Eventually I settled on a loose, knitted turtleneck sweater with a black denim skirt which gave off a casual yet professional look. In a dramatic fashion, I flung the curtains open and went out of my room, downstairs and into the kitchen. I took a bowl out the cupboard and poured some cheerios and milk into it, inhaling it like air. Although in all fairness, I loved cheerios and hadn't had them in a year.

"Well, don't you look happy young lady!" Mrs Hudson said, walking into the kitchen holding a jar that had a... preserved human hand in it?

"Why do you have a preserved hand in a jar?" I asked, my appetite suddenly disappearing. 

"Oh, Molly brought it over from St. Barts earlier today, she said Sherlock wanted one to investigate. Typical Sherlock really."  

"Yeah, typical Sherlock... Where is he?"

"I think he's gone to tell Lestrade that he's alive, oh I can't believe you're both back!" She squealed happily. 

"Yes, me too. I've got some work to do." I said through mouthfuls of cereal. Inhaling the last spoonful, I threw the bowl into the dishwasher before rushing downstairs to the door of Ezra's room and knocking on it, rather loudly.

"Who is it?" Came a tired groan from the other side of the door.

"Y/n, can I come in?"

"Fuck off please, I'm trying to sleep."

"Well I've got work to do so I'm coming in anyways." I announced, pushing the door open to find Ezra under a mountain of duvet, hardly awake. 

"I said to fuck off, what do you want?"

"Any notes that you have from over the past year, plus the ones from the year before that. Now that I'm back... I'm going to finish what I started."

"They're over there, just get them and let me sleep." He whined, pointing at a pile of paper on his desk.

"Thanks, Ez." I grinned, grabbing the pile and walking out back into my own room. I set the pile onto my bed and started reading through the pile of notes that Ezra had collected.

'Three bases in the Atlantic, Five in the pacific, Seven more located on each continent however location unknown...' 

I flipped over onto the next page, which had records of several curator agents. Some I recognised, others I don't think I had ever seen in my life. On the next few pages, there were individual files on each agent, with information such as what age they arrived, what level threat they were and whether or not they had abilities. I flicked through until I found my file, reading through it as if the words on the page were prey and I was a predator. 

'Name: Y/n Y/l/n (Subject 038, Agent 014)

Age at administration: 8

Skill level: Level 5- Highly skilled in physical combat, fast reaction speed and extremely stealthy. IQ above average, however does not impose any threat. Surveillance level low, administer memory drug once every two years. 

Abilities: Subject 038 was the tenth successful experiment that led to heightened strength and stamina, and the second successful experiment that led to regenerative abilities. Due to 038's natural gene compatibility with several experimental drugs, further experiments may be carried out.