A/N: Here's a brand new chapter. It's only short, but I'm planning what direction to take the story in. Please review, I love reading your comments!
"It's time to step things up." Sherrinford declared, putting a gun down on the kitchen counter.
"This is quite a change in the plan, brother." Mycroft said, looking at the gun and then looking at Sherrinford.
"I'm tired of waiting. I've waited years to make this plan happen." Sherrinford hissed, "You will take the Glock to work with you tomorrow."
"I doubt I'll get into the building with that in my briefcase. Security is strong at the office." Mycroft replied.
"I don't care. Your job is to get the gun inside and to shoot people. I don't care who, but you need to shake things up." Sherrinford said, "You're not to get arrested or shot either. You'll be useless to me if you're arrested."
"Being arrested would stop your plans." Mycroft said.
"You know what happens if you don't do as I say. I might have to pay Mummy a visit." Sherrinford threatened.
"Good morning, Mr Holmes." Anthea said with a smile, meeting him at the lift.
"Good morning, Anthea." Mycroft replied, walking with her into his office. He could almost feel the gun burning in his briefcase. He didn't want to harm his colleagues but he knew that more people would be harmed if he didn't do as he was told. He waited an hour before he brought the Glock out of his briefcase and loaded it quietly. He managed to shoot just one person before Anthea intercepted him. She threw herself in front of him, grabbing the gun.
"What are you doing, Mr Holmes?! Put the gun down!" she gasped, letting out a cry as the gun went off.
"Anthea!" Mycroft gasped out, dropping the gun once he'd realized that he'd shot her. He hadn't wanted to shoot her as she was his assistant and the closest thing he had to a friend. He caught her as she began to fall. Despite Sherrinford's threats, Mycroft left the gun on the floor and carried Anthea down to the underground car park. He put her into the car and took off to Baker Street.
"John! Get your medical bag!" Sherlock shouted as he cleared the kitchen table so Mycroft could put Anthea down.
"What happened?" John asked as he rushed down the stairs.
"Mycroft shot Anthea." Sherlock replied, moving away to allow John to get to Anthea.
"What? Why?" John asked.
"It's a long story, but I'm going to have to leave London." Mycroft replied, "Can I leave her with you?"
"What have you gotten yourself into, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.
"I can't say, Sherlock, but you can't get involved." Mycroft replied as he left the flat. He got into the car and took off out of London.