[voice]

[clandestined]

Well, that was exhilarating. Do these festivities happen often, or did I just arrive at the proper time?

No matter. I would, however, like to know who exactly is in charge around here.

Comments

[clandestined]

And you are?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Chief John Shepard, New Moore Police Department. The boys in the Visitor's Center hand me my budget and my marching orders, but they stay behind their desks or holed up in the hospital and treat all us "fictionals" like mushrooms.

So you're the guy from the East India Company ship, is that right?

[clandestined]

They were remarkably unhelpful. You would think that a Visitor's Center would cater to visitors. [He pauses. Things would have to change, yes.]

I am. Perhaps I was a merchant in a past life.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Got a name?

[clandestined]

Mycroft Holmes. Elder, should you be thinking it.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Oh, I was definitely thinking it.

[clandestined]

He's given you trouble, hasn't he?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Stolen files, interfered with an investigation... if he wasn't right so often I'd lock him up.

[clandestined]

I'm afraid that's not the worst of his infractions.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Before or after he got here?

[clandestined]

Before.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Then I'm too busy to care.

[clandestined]

What do you consider to be his worst infraction, Commander? I'm curious.

[mindoirsurvivor]

Breaking in to leave insulting notes in my office. When he screws with me and helps solve a case, that's fine. When he pisses me off because he's bored, less fine.