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Irene pulled the shoe off her right foot and Sherlock hurried over to Irene's feet. He knelt on the floor and pulled out his small magnifying glass to get a better look. There on Irene's ankle were two small puncture holes.
"I don't understand." Sherlock exclaimed standing up and putting his magnifying glass back in his pocket. Irene slipped her shoe back on and walked over to one of the many chairs in the room and sat down, unable to hide the pain.
"After you left me at the airport," Irene began and Sherlock moved back over to Molly. "I caught a plane to South America. I had planned to make a new start. Find new clients... But when I got there your brother had heard that I wasn't dead. Naturally he couldn't have me causing trouble out there and soon it was the MOD man all over again." Sherlock nodded for Irene to carry on but she clutched her head paralyzed by pain. She forced herself to carry on but each word was forced out and hard to understand. "I ran. Sherlock. I ran. Your brother had men after me and I ran. For two years I ran and kept on running. Then I met someone. She would only tell me her initials. A.G.R.A." The pain was too much, Irene keeled over in agony.
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