#DIOGENES CLUB SHERLOCK FULL#
Post battle adrenaline wearing off, the pain from the bullet wound came back full force. Mycroft stood there for a full minute, long after the last body had hit the ground. Eyes burning in cold anger Mycroft pulled the trigger, perfect aim hitting the attacker in the centre forehead. Clicking the handle one last time, the blade fell away revealing a pistol. The last remaining man stood there in shock, swearing he lifted his gun to shoot the politician. Blood sprayed across his formally pristine suit, the lower half of his face and the white of his shirt stained with red. Cutting down two of the three remaining men, indifferent to the death of the people he had originally resolved to keep alive. Clicking the handle of his umbrella, the front half fell away revealing a long silver rapier. Cursing his choice to let his skills go rusty, Mycroft grit his teeth and let anger course through him. The pain hit him so suddenly and he faltered back a step. In a single movement, a single slip up and Mycroft found himself with a bullet in his right shoulder. Moving forward he spun around the next man, closing the umbrella to deliver three fast hits, shattering the man's elbow and dislocating the right shoulder with a sickening crunch only milliseconds later the umbrella was open again and three bodies lay behind him. Opening his umbrella the bullets hit the waterproof material and were reflected by an experimental diamond fibre reinforcement. His eyes tracked the movement of four guns being drawn out of the holsters of the remaining men. Using his umbrella as a weapon, he hooked the handle around the wrist of the next man, flicking it upward in a quick twisting movement, effectively knocking the serrated blade out of his hand. Before the body had even hit the ground Mycroft was moving. It only took a swift hit to the Vagus Nerve situated between the neck and shoulder to send the attacker into an ungraceful heap on the ground behind him. He dodged the incoming blade that was thrown towards him, swiftly disarming the first man. His usual face as a comfortable desk worker vanishing as a man from his past took over. The scene that greeted him caused him to spring immediately into action. It is impossible to explain all the thousands of scenarios and reasons for this sudden feeling of warning that passed through his mind in those few short seconds but let it be known that the elder Holmes' movement to open that door was a calculated and certain decision. When he finally reached the dark oak door sudden feeling of unease echoed through him. The reason it wasn't delivered to him personally is complicated and I will not go into all the minor details of why it was there and what it was about. A few moments ago he had received an email regarding a package that had been left in one of the rooms on the upper floors in the far left wing of the club.
On a more positive note he was due to have tea with the Queen at three thirty tomorrow afternoon and Elizabeth was always such wonderful company. He already had to contend with the Americans failure in their latest espionage operation regarding their ongoing mission in information gathering on Iran's weapons development. The Minister of Foriegn Affairs had screwed up royally with the negotiations regards the Swedish Royal family's upcoming visit to England. Walking down the halls of the silent Diogenes Club, Mycroft held back a sigh of exasperation behind his mask of cold indifference.
Bloody and completely unexpected Lestrade grimaced.
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