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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As predicted, another Thatcher bust was found broken and it got Elina wondering. She wondered over a few things in fact. Where was the Thatcher busts made, where exactly did they originate from and were they distributed in a way to honour the Prime Minister or just for material possession?
She had found so far that there was six Thatchers, two broken and they originated from Tbilisi. Elina wouldn't of found a problem with that coincidence if it wasn't for them being made roughly six years ago. Six years ago she was on a mission with AGRA. To her it seemed simple...
Obviously someone else had made it out alive. The question was, who? Because Elina owned the sixth Thatcher and she thought it would be best to set up a sting to lure the freelanced agent in. She of course, would have to let Sherlock in on the game but she would keep him in till of guessing.
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I own the sixth bust. You believe it's the pearl, it's not. Come around mine at nine.
Sherlock had read the message that vibrantly filled his phone screen and smirked with delight in finding that the game was indeed on.
After his day of running around London with a dog plus the Watson family, he had got a cab to the instructions given which drove him to a modern estate that Elina owned but had chose not to live in. In fact out of the goodness of her heart, Elina had hired it out to a Lord of some sorts of Parliament as a holiday home for when he had his children in the country.
At about ten o'clock in the night, Sherlock had felt someone being in the adjoining room and he was correct to assume so as he noticed a silhouette with a black carrier bag. As predicted he picked up the Thatcher bust and raised his hand in the air to smash the bust across the floor. "Wouldn't it be much simpler to take out your grievances at the polling station?" Sherlock questioned in light as he flicked on the light.
The intruder whipped out a pistol and span around towards Sherlock, who instantly slapped the gun out of his hand. The man swinged the bag up and towards Sherlock's head but he grabs it and throws it out of reach before punching the man in the face.
The man returns the punch and they fight on for some time, trading blows and kicks. The man hurls a bar stool at Sherlock but he shimmies out of the way and then surges in and grapples with the man, who headbutts him and then grabs the back of his head and slams his forehead down onto a breadboard on the bar. Sherlock springs back up and punches the man again, then grabs his balaclava and pulls it off. The man stumbles back. "You were on the run; nowhere to hide your precious cargo." He kicks the man's knee. The man kicks back at him but Sherlock backs out of reach. They circle each other. Sherlock has blood running from his nose. "You find yourself in a workshop. Plaster busts of The Iron Lady drying. It's clever, very clever. But now you've met me, and you're not so clever, are you?"
