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
The night was thick and still around the mansion, pressing in like a smothering blanket. My message to Mycroft had been brief but thorough. He knew the situation was dire; he could picture his sister pacing through the mansion's corridors, trying to keep order among the terror-stricken guests while containing Moriarty. As he waited outside with his backup team, his face was set in grim resolve.
Mycroft turned to his right-hand agent. "We move only on Athena's signal. Have all exits covered. I want no one slipping past us. And keep an eye on the rear gardens. Moriarty will expect us at the front."
"Yes, sir," the agent replied, signaling to the others to spread out.
They was positioned outside with a full backup force, helicopters hovering just beyond sight, agents armed and in position. His orders were clear: contain everyone inside, keep Moriarty from escaping, and wait for my signal.
I kept my eyes on Moriarty's unconscious form as I monitored the guests. "No one leaves this room," I commanded, glancing at each of them. "My brother and his team are waiting outside. They will act as soon as I give them the signal."
Lord Ashcroft, still shaking from the night's horror, looked at me with fearful eyes. "But... what if he tries to escape? He could be anywhere by now, plotting his next move!"
"He's not going anywhere," I assured him coldly, but my attention was already elsewhere, my gaze sweeping toward the tall windows that overlooked the darkened grounds. Something had caught my eye—a faint gleam, a flicker of light, barely visible against the night.
"Stay here. No one moves until I return." My voice was steady, authoritative.
"But what if you—" Lady Eleanor started, her voice trembling.
"I won't be long." My words were firm, leaving no room for argument. I slipped out of the room, my mind whirling with possibilities as I made my way through the darkened hallways. As I reached a side door leading to the rear gardens, I stepped into the chilled night air. Every rustle of leaves and crack of branches seemed magnified as I entered the forested area around the estate, focusing on the faint shimmer I'd seen. The gleam had looked like... a sniper's scope.
My hand instinctively went to the small revolver hidden in my coat. I scanned the grounds as I moved deeper into the shadows.
Moving cautiously through the dense underbrush, I kept my gaze high, scanning for any movement. The night was black and nearly silent, but something moved above. Then, without warning, a weight slammed down on me from above, knocking me to the ground with brutal force. I felt a jolt of pain sear through my side as I hit the earth hard, groaning as I tried to regain my balance. I had just enough time to catch a flash of dark eyes and a wicked smile. Moran.
