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"Am I allowed to know what you're trying to do yet, brother?" Mycroft asked as he sat with Sherrinford in a small terrace house, in a village far from the nearest motorway.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Sherrinford asked with a smirk.
"Psychopaths are difficult to read." Mycroft replied, watching him.
"I'm not a psychopath, Mycroft." Sherrinford chuckled, "I'm just having some fun."
"How is any of this fun?" Mycroft demanded, "I've just lost my job that I've spent my whole life working for!"
"My plan doesn't end with you losing your job, Mycroft. You've been a bad brother. You've let me down and you've let Sherlock down. It's only right that you suffer." Sherrinford hissed.
"How have I let Sherlock down?" Mycroft asked.
"I saw his suicide and I know the lies you told about him!" Sherrinford hissed.
"Sherrinford, my actions were part of Sherlock's plan! It was supposed to look like we'd both been beaten by Moriarty!" Mycroft exclaimed, "When in fact we were pulling the strings the whole time!"
"That won't be happening this time. You won't be pulling any strings." Sherrinford hissed menacingly, "You'll be doing as I say!"
"I prefer to be in control, Sherrinford. If you tell me your plan then I might be able to help you." Mycroft replied calmly.
"Mummy always said that you were manipulative." Sherrinford replied, "You'll figure it out soon enough."
"I don't know what happened. He just sort of snapped. He pulled out a gun and started shooting. I tried to stop him and he shot me before he seemed to come to his senses. I don't know how he got us out of the building, there were security everywhere. Why would he do that? I mean, it's on CCTV and everything." Anthea told Sherlock and John.
"Was there anything strange about him when he arrived? Anything at all?" Sherlock asked.
"He seemed a little defeated almost when he arrived." Anthea replied, "His body language was different. He lacked his usual control and confidence."
"Thank you, Anthea. That confirms to me that Mycroft hasn't gone mad and isn't doing this deliberately. Who would make him do something like that though?" Sherlock said, picking up his violin and plucking at the strings.
"What are Mycroft's pressure points?" John asked, "If someone threatened to kill you would he do these things?"
"Yes, probably. Mycroft struggles immensely with sentiment. Me, Mummy, Beatrice..." Sherlock said as he thought about it, "So, someone has threatened his family. Who is close enough to him that he can't get rid of and has to do what they say?"
"A relative? An old friend?" John suggested.
"Sherrinford." Sherlock said with a sigh.
"Who?" John asked.
"Sherrinford. Our older brother." Sherlock replied.
"There's three of you?!" John exclaimed.
"Mycroft told me that Sherrinford was dead. He was much more interested in being a criminal than Mycroft or myself." Sherlock explained, "It could be him behind all of this."
"Go and rob the bank on the high street." Sherrinford said, handing Mycroft a knife, "Act crazy."
"If you need money then I have plenty in my bank accounts." Mycroft replied.
"MI5 will have frozen your accounts by now. Go and get some money. We'll need it to travel to your new home." Sherrinford chuckled.
Mycroft sighed, "My home is in London." he replied.
"Not anymore. You'll probably never be able to return." Sherrinford smirked.
Mycroft did as he was told without protesting any further. He hoped that the police would catch up to them soon so they'd both be caught. He entered the bank, brandishing the knife and managed to steal a few thousand pounds before he fled back to the house. Sherrinford was waiting in the car and Mycroft got straight in with his bag of money.
"Say goodbye to the countryside, Mycroft. It'll be the last time you see it for a long time." Sherrinford chuckled as he drove through the lanes and onto the nearest road.
"Will you not give me a clue about your plans?" Mycroft asked, "You've been very secretive and where's the harm in telling me now?"
"I intend to break you, Mycroft." Sherrinford said simply, "I plan on doing what you did to me. To lock you up and drive you insane."
