A Mercenary in his late thirties ambled through the streets of London. He was getting frustrated with this job, where the hell is she going? He asked himself as he closed in on his target. Ever since he began working for that pompous bastard he's been assigned really tedious jobs, why was he tracking a teenager? A man of his particular talents should be behind a sniper gun or following a dangerous war criminal or something, not prancing around Trafalgar watching a seventeen year old go shopping. At least the pay is good he thought dryly. He sighed heavily and watched her flirt with some boy behind his newspaper.

A minute later he saw her walk off and stroll down a dark alleyway to the side of St. Barts.

"What's she up to now?" he groaned and moved in to follow her. He pressed himself against the wall and craned his neck to look down the alley, there wasn't anyone there.

"Shit" He hissed, she'd given him the slip. He turned and looked down the alley, and faced the wall, it was a dead end there was no where she could have gone. The only explanation was that she was –

THAWP!

Something struck the back of the man's head and he stumbled forward. He only just managed to recover his balance and spun round to see the girl with a cold look in her eye clutching a metal pipe. He raised a hand to his head, he was bleeding. I had it with this bitch and lunged forward at her, she expertly dodged, dropped the pipe then span to grab his arm and twist it behind his back, it was so sudden and he cried out in pain and shock.

"Send my regard to Mycroft won't you" she tilted her head and her eyes glistened, this girl was terrifying. He tried to fight back but she kicked him to the ground and slowly picked up the pipe. He reached for the pistol he carried in the inside of pocket of his coat and aimed it straight at her forehead. Any normal teenager would have been phased by this no matter how courageous they were, but this girl just smiled.

"Don't be stupid" She whispered.
"You want to use that thing here, in the middle of London at-" she checked her watch

"Half past twelve on a Thursday?" her hair fell across her face and her smile never faltered for a second.

"I will if I have to" he gulped, why was he so scared? He had the upper hand here of course.

The girl chuckled darkly and reached into her coat with her free hand, she pulled out a black desert eagle, with a golden handle. The man closed his eyes for a second, that dick! How could he send him to keep tabs on such a dangerous kid without telling him? He severely underestimated this girl. She giggled and then in a flash she kicked the gun out of his hand and smacked the pipe into the side of his head. The world went black.

Ophelia looked down at the unconscious man.

"Moron" she breathed and looked up knowing what she would see. Sure enough a CCTV camera and its little black eye stared straight at her. Her features darkened and she stared daggers into the lens, she knew who was watching her and she was going to tell him exactly where to stick it if he doesn't stop all this bullshit soon. Her temper erupted.

"PISS OFF!" She yelled at it and threw the pipe with such precision it flattened the camera against the wall. A few passers-by looked into the alley but Ophelia was already gone.

Mycroft Holmes frowned as he watched the young girl glare at the Camera, he knew she was glaring right at him and it made him uncomfortable. He clutched his umbrella tightly and leaned back into his chair the computer monitors lit up his face, it was good he was alone, so no one could see the look of growing concern as he pondered the conundrum that was Ophelia. Mycroft was a powerful man and there were few things he was willing to admit he was afraid of, and he was defiantly afraid of Ophelia.

"PISS OFF!" the tiny girl on the monitor screeched and lobbed a metal bar at the screen. The video distorted and crackled and then went black completely.

"Charming" Mycroft whispered. He was going to have to deal with her some other time, she was up to something and he knew it, but that wasn't what bothered him. He was wondering why she hadn't made a move against him at all until now. He pinched his eyebrows together as her words from that night drifted into his thoughts:

I may be young and naïve Mycroft, but I know you and what you are capable of. You are not the good guy as you so often pretend. I swear if you ever do anything to hurt us again I will hunt you down and rip the life out of you Mycroft Holmes. I'm a weapon you created and don't think for a second that I won't come after you, I would shoot you in a heartbeat.