Chpt. 3
What fun it was meeting him after all these years! He didn't even recognise me! How hilarious it was when I threatened John. Although Sherlock being Sherlock, didn't even bat an eyelid. Well, not when I was in front of them, although it was quite funny how John was concerned about his reputation when Sherlock ripped of the jacket that I had armed with bombs.
The only hiccup in the evening was when Irene called. She is a darling, but she doesn't have any sense of good timing. Still, the pictures were worth their weight in gold.
She was very helpful though, with the plane. What a fool Mycroft was to believe that he could keep the plane a secret from me. One thing you have to know about me: I have people everywhere. Whether it's in a terrorist cell, or in an underground network, I always know what is happening. Always.
Mind you, Mycroft was useful to me. When he captured me and I didn't speak, we made ourselves a little how should one put it... arrangement? That in return for a scrap of information, he would have to tell me everything about Sherlock Holmes. And what a juicy file his was to read! The best part was the burning.
It was nice being able to see the rooftops of London on St. Bartholomew's Hospital. How I reminded Sherlock of his pastm how I owed him for the burning. How a fall was coming. Then it was the simple matter of putting my plan into action. Pretending to shoot myself, watching Sherlock jump, then getting up, going down the fire escape, and getting a cab to the airport.
I should point out that I did actually know about Sherlock ' s plan to save himself. How did I know this? Like I said, I have people everywhere. I had someone plant the idea in Sherlock ' s head.
