Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 139
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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A/N:Do not think that I am nutty but I completely rewrote these chapters. I did not like the flow when I considered the changes made to the prior chapters. Hope it flowed well, tell me what you think.
"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and
convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."
~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
Present Day
They stood in front of the building it was a landmark. Police were stationed outside with some agents already on the scene. Anthea was on her phone texting. Her fingers flew gracefully across the keys.
"How many children?" Mycroft asked.
There was a two-second delay and then Anthea answered. "Forty-two, Sir."
"I see," Mycroft said gravely.
She looked up from her phone ad studied her boss's face. "Sir, you're not seriously thinking of complying with his demands?" She frowned because she knew him well enough to already know the answer.
Mycroft raised his eyebrows and produced a toothless smile.
"Best if you stay here," Mycroft rocked on his heels. "If anything should happen to me give this umbrella to Sherlock." His mask broke a little at the mention of Sherlock's name. He handed the umbrella to Anthea. He hoped that his simple request if the worse should happen would be able to be carried out.
"I'll be off, evacuate the immediate area and get youself a safe distance away." Mycroft proceeded to turn so that he could walk away.
Anthea's hand was on his arm. They rarely touched.
"Sir, I think I'll come with you." Mycroft looked at Anthea. She had never done anything but follow orders. It was amusing for Mycroft to see her so determined.
"This may not end well, Kitty." Katithra was so use to being called Anthea she almost did not know her own name. No one but Mycroft knew her as anyone other than Anthea, not even the other agents. Even Mycroft rarely called her anything other than Anthea.
"Well then Sir, we've better get on with it." Anthea ran to an agent and gave him the umbrella and instructions. It always amazed Mycroft how quick she was in high heels. Mycroft mused about how women have their own set of talents.
Anthea was back at his side in a moment. She gave him another umbrella. "I thought you could use this one temporarily, Sir."
Mycroft smiled then nodded.
Anthea then raised her skirt and put a tiny gun in her thigh holster. Mycroft raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Other agents looked curiously.
"Yes," Mycroft thought, "Definitely a different and unique set of talents."
"Ready Sir?"
"Yes," They walked toward the building.