Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 77
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"The most dangerous man in the world is a man in love." ~ Freeman
Present Day an hour earlier
Vienna, Austria
The man excited a Mercedes-Benz; he quickly moved to stand in an open area. It was fairly crowded today. It was usually busy. He took out a cigarette and thought about Austrian laws on smoking in public. These were low tar anyway. He put out the cigarette. There was no need to draw attention to himself.
The man stood on the platform of the Wien Nord-Praterstern train station. He was just north of the city. Vienna's two most recognizable structures; the Riesenrad (Ferris wheel) and the Stephansdom (cathedral) could both be seen from the platform.
He glanced at the target being careful to keep him in view and not draw attention to himself while doing so. It had been years since he had been in the field himself. This is something he normally would send his men to do but time was a consideration and he could not afford any mistakes.
This was an excellent choice; a bomb here would cause a lot a damage as well as deaths, which was the goal.
His attention turned momentarily to the Riesenrad again, he had a little time, he told himself.
His parents had taken him and his brother to the Ferris wheel when they were young. They had spent two days going in and out of the Prater amusement park while on holiday. It was one of the rare times that he could recall them being… happy. Funny, he had dismissed the memory until he saw the giant wheel.
The man did not realize that he was smiling at the memory.
His brother had laughed so hard that he went into a fit of hiccups. Afterward, on their last day, they had stopped at the museums and even the Cathedral Stephansdom. They almost looked like a normal family doing normal things together. Even father was more relaxed than he remembers him every being. The two days were good days. He could not remember when his brother had ever been… happier. Then they returned home.
The smile on the man's face faded.
He sighed and pulled a watch out of the pocket of the suit vest the he always wore. He looked at the other hand that held his umbrella.
Mycroft hoped that Sherlock was not getting into too much trouble. Sherlock was simply there as an observer and consultant, nothing hands on. What could possibly go wrong, Mycroft wondered.
He shifted on his feet, his thoughts bothering him slightly.
Nothing could go wrong he again tried to assure himself, but he thought, this was Sherlock.
Mycroft decided that he would text him in a few hours, just to assure himself. Even Sherlock could not possibly get into trouble that quickly.
The train would be arriving soon. He glanced again at his target.