Struggle (31)
How very British, Lestrade thought to himself as he studied the infuriating man before him. He struggled with wanting to throttle the stranger or just turning around and walking away. Something bizarrely interesting was occurring and Lestrade found -to his chagrin- that he was wanting to see this farce of a situation through to its end.
He tightened his crossed arms around his chest, reaching a decision.
"All right, before I decide anything, who the hell are you to begin with? You're obviously Whitehall or MI6 or better."
The man smiled at him, infuriatingly vague. "Better." he replied.
