There were few things that The Woman would never speak of. She always loved to brag, in the end. Loved to outwit, brag and show the power and dominance that she had in each and every situation that she would find herself in. In the end, she would always expose a plan, to scare or prove a point.
Being unprepared.
That's what she would never speak of.
Irene Adler always had a plan. She would make her way in the world. Misbehave.
But, she relied too much on her sources. Her camera phone had been her only protection.
The months that followed were some that she would never speak of. They were dark times that even she didn't dare reminisce of. At first, she'd lived in confidence. Carried on with her 'normal' life. Except, that didn't go to plan.
She'd never felt more exposed.
That man had been right about one thing: "She'll barely last six months".
Being a wanted woman, even one as prepared as Irene, she had no evidence to blackmail with; nothing to force someone into doing something she wanted them to.
It took five months.
Unwillingly, The Woman turned off. That was how she prepared herself for the oncoming last moments. She didn't panic, nor did she even attempt to escape. She couldn't. So, she became passive. Dignity was something that she was at least attempting to preserve. She didn't beg. She didn't even speak.
One thought had strayed in her mind, when she had been given the option of one last wish. It was rather ironic.
She was now prepared.
It was two simple sounds that returned The Woman to her former glory. Something so simple that brought the almost-smirk to her lips:
1) The sound of a text-alert on a phone.
2) "Run."
That was how The Woman returned. For she could always, and would always be the dominatrix who could bring the nation to its knees.
All she'd needed to do was learn a few more tricks.
This time, she was absolutely dead.
This time, The Woman knew her plans.