"This is ridiculous." Lady Smallwood was looking over the file, lips pursed in dismay.
"It was the best option we had at the time." Mycroft stated, somewhat embarrassed that this was still being discussed.
"You hid it in his apartment? Without his knowledge?" There was a hint of outrage in her voice.
"And they still didn't find it." Mycroft twirled his umbrella disinterestedly, wishing himself to be anywhere but here.
"Look, with an indefinite amount of time until the East Wind, we've got to get as much sensitive information under lock-down as possible. He already knows something, seeing as he's back, but we must do what we can." She closed the file.
"I understand."
"Oh, one last thing, how was your date?"
Mycroft did not reply.