Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 46
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle."
James Russell Lowell, "CambridgeThirty Years Ago," LiteraryEssays
Deleted Memories of Abduction
Mycroft had gotten several anonymous tips within the past three weeks. Ayyad was said to be planning an attack on British soil. Most thought him dead but his own sources as well as anonymous leads had led him to believe that the announcement of Ayyad death was premature.
Some of Ayyad men were being taken into custody as Mycroft spoke. A cyanide canister and enough explosives to blow up a building were recovered.
There were several other cells he had to deal with but a significant blow had been dealt. Mycroft was under no illusion. He suspected this was tied to the late Moriarty. The man was annoying even beyond the grave.
Mycroft walked to the window in his office, hands in pocket and thought. There were several unexplained events that led to multiple arrests, the suspicious deaths of key criminals, and the prevention of several terrorist activities in several countries, including England.
It always amazed him how ignorant the public could be about how fragile their lives were. Mycroft realized that he was fortunate to have gotten the anonymous information.
What he did not realize was that Sherlock was responsible for the information that led to the capture and arrest of several significant terrorist cells. In London and several cities across the world, people went about their business of living.
In one city a family went walking. In another city, a couple was arguing; still another city, some teenagers were laughing. They went about their normal lives unaware that death's hand had almost touched them or touched someone they loved.
Mycroft sighed heavily. He stared out the window but saw nothing. He was lost in his own memories.
His thoughts turned to what it did everyday around this time. His thoughts turn to Sherlock.
What he did not know was that Sherlock was alive and that life was tentative. Sherlock was tethered between life and death, and his tentative hold on life was slipping.