Chapter 11: Icarus On The March~
"Alright, so...WHAT WAS THAT?" Greg shouted, tearing at his hair, this whole situation rattling him to his core.
Mycroft stood, phone in hand, weighing his options, trying to calculate his next move.
Sherlock has always had a nullifying effect on him. He was rendered obsolete by the horror of watching the dark creature his baby brother had become. Held himself to blame for that, having set him on this path from the very beginning. His mind was awake like a hive, trying to plot the best course of action, whilst trying to mentally rectify every wrong thing he ever did.
Leave it to the soldiers to act first.
"How do you do it?" John gasped, storming up to Mycroft, and snatching his phone.
"Sorry?"
"Put GPS on his phone. How do you do your god-like spying? I'm gonna need you to do it for me; I'm going after him!"
"John...my brother...is not in his right mind. It might be better if you-"
"Shut up!" John hissed, and looked defiantly at everyone.
"It's different, right? For you lot.. Yeah, you stand back, you watch him burn, it hurts...God-I bet it does! But... his blood isn't hanging over your heads, like it is mine! He did this-became like THAT, because he was trying to protect me. Sorry, I don't care. If I don't do this-my heart-" he gasps, and swallows, trying to steady himself.
"My chest is aching like a bus slammed into it! My pulse is off the chart! Sorry, but I'm not going to survive this- this bloody "Game", if I don't go after him, myself. You lot deal with playing Games, work together, like you always do. But leave Sherlock to me. Got it?"
No one had seen or heard from Captain Watson in a while. The command in his voice left even Mycroft with a compliant expression. Silently , he programmed a GPS locator for Sherlock's phone, onto John's, and passed it back to him. Major Sholto smiled; it was good to have his favorite captain back.
"Very well, Watson. Icarus is your mission, effective immediately. You will be supplied with a weeks worth of ammunition," he began, supplying John with a box of bullets that he'd had tucked inside his coat (Molly's eyes grew wide), "and an electric torch," he pulled the other article from somewhere else on his person,like it were magic. " You will speak to no one, even if they speak to you first, unless it expressly has to do with your mission. You will locate Sherlock, and you will personally guard him, intervening in whatever he is attempting to do, only when it is absolutely necessary. You will only interfere with his course of action if he should become a danger to himself or to non-combatants in this Pandora's Game. You will disengage if he becomes a threat to you. Are my orders clear? "
John saluted, "Sir, yes sir, completely clear ,sir. Except, if I may sir...your last order was not necessary. Sherlock would never harm me, not even completely off his rocker ,as he is presently, sir."
Major smiled. "Carry on, Watson. I'd better not see your pasty face again until you're towing Holmes behind you. Get lost!"
And with that, John marched into the midst of the battlefield , in search of Sherlock, or Icarus, whichever version that he found first...
"What about us? What do we do? Mycroft?" Greg gasped, wheeling on him.
"We're all going to help! I mean...we can't...all go charging off into the middle of it...like John...but...you have to let us do something...Myc!" Molly gasped, near-tears from seeing Sherlock driven out of his mind like that.
"I've got a suggestion; if anybody's up for it." Sally gasped.
"Why don't you share it with us, Sergeant." Mycroft breathed, trying to pull himself together.
"We should probably inform the NYPD what's going on here. Get them to work with us. I mean, the Americans are our friends, and we did sort of just bring one of our wars into their largest City..."
Mycroft snapped his fingers. "Ah. Brains. Yes, you seem to actually be of some use, now that you aren't so intent on destroying my brother. That is our objective, then, ladies and gentlemen. Myself, the Sergeant, the Inspector, (and his wife (who shall not be leaving his sight the entirety of the time we remain on American soil) shall go to the NYPD and explain the severity ,and confidence, of our errand. Whilst the Major and Molly shall scout out the City, and give us a full report of Morstan and Adler's location, as well as Magnusson's location, a head count of who is working on their behalf against us...And most importantly, a status report of how Sherlock and John fair on the field. And it should be noted, that Icarus is now on the March. Trouble will surround my brother, make no mistake. You must proceed with grave caution."
"I've got her, and she's got me. That's all the precaution we need, thank you , Mycroft, sir." Major laughed, wrapping an arm around Molly's shoulders.