Eleanor was shown inside an abandoned warehouse building. The car ride hadn't been particularly pleasant; the only other person in the back seat was constantly working on her mobile phone. She didn't say anything. It somewhat freaked Eleanor out.

As she walked, Eleanor could hear her footsteps echo as she walked across the room to man standing in the centre leaning on his umbrella. She was fairly sure who this was.

"How much did you tell her?"

"Not enough to endanger your brother... Any worse then you did of course."

"How quaint," Mycroft Holmes sneered.

"I'm not stupid. I didn't tell her everything and I changed a few facts."

"How much of the truth did you reveal?"

"I haven't seen her in six years and she tells me she's been working for Moriarty all this time. The only truth that I told was the fact that I met him not too long ago."

"I guess you can be trusted... to a point. You will not informed of everything that is happening, but enough to know when to run.

"A war is coming. A war that no one wants but everyone must fight in. You will have to decide which side you'll fight on; the angels or the daemons. Who will you fight with?"

"Just how many of your people are really angels?"

"More than them. So you will fight with us?"

"To a point."

"Close enough."

They stood, watching each other, waiting for any small sign of weakness.

"I have an appointment to keep, if you wouldn't mind," Eleanor said as she turned back towards the car.

"How far would you go for Sherlock Holmes?"

She looked back at one of the most important men in the world.

"Far enough."

She stepped into the car as it sped off, ready to make her interview with Doctor Watson.