Chapter 7: The forming of sides.

Hello! Been a while, huh? Sorry for the long wait, I am finally having some inspiration for this story. Or I at least have some more motivation to try to write more. Here we go!

Little note for this chapter: (TEXTING)

"Oh? What's this? It seems that Sherlock and his brother had a falling out." A crimson smile as a phone is dialed. "Hello? Oh good. Then I don't have to explain why I was calling. Which one? Now, do you really have to ask?"

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"Anthea, I need you to contact a few people for me. Here's the list. Set up meetings with them for me later today."

"Yes sir." Anthea doesn't look up from her phone. (MYCROFT IS SETTING UP MEETINGS. SHOULD I DELAY THEM?) "What times would you prefer?"

"Between two and five. Preferably in the order written."

(NO. DO NOT DO ANYTHING THAT MIGHT ALERT HIM. IT IS STILL JUST A GAME FOR THEM FOR NOW. KEEP ME UPDATED.)

"Very well." Anthea leaves the room. (ALRIGHT. IF ANYTHING CHANGES I WILL LET YOU KNOW.)

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"Oh, you know those boys. Always up to something interesting. And now they're going to be playing war. There is a chance that it will turn into an actual war, but…." Mrs. Hudson smiles. "Well, what will we do then?"

Smiles appear all around.

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He looked up from the picture of Shanon. "Are you sure about this information?"

"Of course. Sherlock Holmes has declared war on Mycroft Holmes."

"Oooh. Now this is going to be fun."

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Author's Note: It's short. Sorry. But this is rather establishing. GUESS WHO THE UNNAMED PEOPLE ARE! Just for fun. I think I am starting to get on a roll with the story again. Hopefully the next chapter comes soon.

Bit of extra fun: I made a reference in this chapter. I will send virtual cookies and hugs to the ones who get it.

I am not a writer! I am a puppet controlled by fictional characters!