Mycroft stepped through the door, followed closely by Reader and Drury, both aiming guns at the occupants of the room.
"Myc?" Sherlock choked out. "What…..?"
"Surely little brother, you must have considered this possibility."
"I trusted you…."
Moriarty laughed, earning himself a glare from the Government man.
"Those idiot ministers, they became scared and killed the only people who knew how to separate the drug from the carrier." As he spoke his henchman disarmed Sherlock and John. "It was fortunate for me that you agreed to work on the project, I think you can say my….. concern…. over your use of contaminated drugs was realistic enough to be convincing."
"You bastard!" John snarled as he was pushed against the wall. "How could you use your brother like that?"
"Ah yes, the 'blind doctor'." Mycroft sneered. "I see you have miraculously recovered your sight…"
"Piss off Mycroft." Sherlock lunged towards his brother's throat but was dragged away none too gently by one of Moriarty's goons.
John moved to help but was held in place by his own gun waved in his face.
Mycroft turned to Sally.
"And you my dear, you made the ideal stooge. I knew Barrymore would get greedy and use my brother to put pressure on me…" his lip curled in distaste. "Although I had underestimated Anthea…. the bitch!"