Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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Elina had only seen Molly once during the interval time period of being in charge of the country. Molly was a stubborn and over sensitive woman who took offence at everything that came out of her elder sisters mouth therefore she hadn't made the time to visit her at all. As for Elina she was too occupied to bother with someone who currently wasn't bothering with her therefore she didn't take much notice of Molly and her theatrics and instead focused on her ascent to Serbia deciding to collect the boys herself.
"Don't send a man to do a woman's job." She had muttered the minute she set foot into a new country to Mary. "Hmm? Oh, I know." Mary commented whilst slinging a shotgun over her shoulder.
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A man with long stringy hair is runs through a forest. Above him, a helicopter circles around, shining a searchlight into the trees while the crew watch their infrared camera, radioing instructions in Serbian to the ground crew.
With soldiers shouting, running and chasing; the main man ran further through the woods eventually coming to some of the other soldiers who block the way in front. One of them sends a burst of automatic gunfire towards his feet and he has no choice but to stop. The soldiers surround the man and aim their rifles at him. He slumps to the ground, exhausted.
Some time later, in a bunker, a soldier wearing a thick coat and a furry hat is guarding the entrance to a room. He has earphones in his ears playing loud music. Behind the closed door, the prisoner cries out as he is struck for what is apparently the umpteenth time. Hearing the noise, the soldier takes out one of his ear buds and looks round to the door as the prisoner is struck again and groans. The soldier puts his ear bud back in and turns away.
Inside the room, the torturer shouts repeatedly at the prisoner, who is naked from the waist up and whose arms are chained to opposite walls of the small room, forcing him to stay upright. The man is slumped forward as far as he can, apparently exhausted by the repeated blows and unable to support his own weight. In a dark corner of the room another soldier, well wrapped against the cold and with a furry hat on his head, sits with his feet up on a small table and watches while the torturer paces across the room.
"You broke in here for a reason." He picks up a large metal pipe and walks towards the prisoner again, whose face cannot be seen through the long stringy hair. "Just tell us why and you can sleep. Remember sleep?" Drawing the pipe over his shoulder, the solider prepares to strike the prisoner but the man quietly whispers something. The torturer stops, lowering the pipe and leaning forward. "What?"
Reaching down he pulls the man's head back by the hair, leaning closer as the prisoner continues to whisper. The soldier in the corner speaks in a voice which sounds more than a little familiar to the prisoner although he is currently speaking with a heavy accent. "Well? What did he say?"
