LONDON – 1940
The roads were strewn with debris after the bombing raids by the German Luftwaffe the night before. This made access through some parts of London somewhat problematic. Though that was not the case in the part of London where Capt. William Sherlock Scott Holmes resided, it was he decided, as he exited his rooms at 221B Baker St, the perfect excuse for his decision to walk to Army Intelligence HQ for the briefing his elder brother insisted he attend, rather than getting a cab that could get him there on time.
Confident that not even Mycroft would dare use his spooks to track and locate him, given that they surely had more important and productive things to be doing, Sherlock deliberately set off in the wrong direction.
"Captain Holmes!" a voice called out.
Sherlock turned and scanned the immediate area. Satisfied he hadn't missed spotting any of Mycroft's minions, he now scrutinised the other people in the area. Finally his gaze settled on a young woman, standing by an Austin 8. Mid-twenties, medical student, interest in pathology, but unable to continue studies due to unexpected death of...father. But still determined to continue with studies, so has taken a job as a...
"I'm here to take you to your meeting," she explained hesitantly.
"Damn it all to Hell!" Sherlock snapped angrily, as he stormed back down the street and over to the car.