Athena Holmes was a quiet but intelligent girl. She kept to herself and found no care for the world. She can be described as a perfect mix of the other three Holmeses. Calm, cold and collected like Mycroft Holmes. Blunt, clever and sociopathic like...
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2012
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A T H E N A' S P O V
"What an idiot."I thought as I leaned closer to my laptop screen, clicking through the feeds of Sherlock sneaking around a corridor, an armed man just around the corner. I don't understand why Mycroft sent him to dismantle Moriarty's network when his normal job description included running around London with an ex-army soldier solving crimes. Going undercover is literally my job!
I sigh and glide on my chair to the other side of the room, flipping through my last mission report. It was a misty evening in London, the modest yet sophisticated apartment overlooking the Thames.
Agent 008 operated with precision and subtlety, often undertaking missions that required a delicate touch and a keen intellect.
Signed J.Keller.
I read the comment left on the bottom of the page. How poetic.
The silence of my apartment was broken by a soft chime. A message from Mycroft had appeared on my secure communication tab I had created separately from my laptops main hard drive. The message, encrypted and protected by layers of security protocols, was brief and to the point, as always.
"Urgent matter. Need your expertise. Pembroke estate. Contact me immediately. – MH."
I sighed, my curiosity piqued. Mycroft rarely contacted me directly unless the situation was of utmost importance. I activated the secure channel and within moments, the holographic image of Mycroft Holmes appeared before me. His face was stern, his eyes reflecting his screen
"Athena, I trust you are well," Mycroft began, his voice carrying the weight of urgency.
"Quite, Mycroft. What's the matter?" I replied, leaning forward in her chair.
"Lady Eleanor Pembroke, an old associate of mine, has reached out. She believes her estate is going to be robbed during a dinner party she is hosting tomorrow night. Given the sensitive nature of the situation and the prominence of her guests, she has requested discreet assistance. I need you to go undercover at the event."
I raised an eyebrow. "Undercover? As what, exactly?"
"As a guest, of course. You will be attending the party under the guise of an art historian from Oxford. Your expertise in historical artifacts should provide a credible cover."
"Why does she think she is going to be robbed? And at this particular dinner party?" I inquired, my mind already racing with possibilities.
"She had been receiving encrypted threats for some time. Your primary objective is to identify the threat and neutralize it without causing a scene."
