“So Mr. Bronton, you decided to join us even after you were explicitly told to never come to my lesson again?”
I look at Sherlock and nod.
“Well I would appreciate it if you would leave my classroom-”
“I would appreciate it if you would let me sit down and learn. That is what I come to school for isn’t it?”
“Yes it is you’re quite right…” His voice trailed off as he noticed the movement.
“Come with me!” She grabbed him, dragging him out of the classroom.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted.
She tightened her grip on me in response, her pace picking up as we neared outside. She was leaving me with practically no choice…well, I did have a choice. Follow her or get my arm more than likely torn off.
“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I repeated as we exited the building.
A black BMW drove up in front of the school. I pushed the panic that was quickly climbing up back down.
“What’s going on…?”
She stopped in front of the car. Flinging the door open she threw me into the car. I hit something hard when I landed in the car. She climbed in next to me, pulling the door shut I heard the hard object speak.
“There was no need to be so rude to our guest now was there?” The voice asked her.
She nodded moving to sit opposite me.
“No, no quite right Mycroft. Apologies.” She replied.
“Yes, I am aren’t I? Now young Mr. Bronton…I hear that you’ve met my brother?”
“Who the teacher? He needs to piss off.”
I turn to the girl as she scoffs.
“Have you got a problem with what I just said?”
“No.” She replied. “I just think that you two are more alike than you think.”
“What’s that supposed to…oh I see. I’ll have you know, that man is not my father-”
“I know James, I’ve read your file.”
I stare at her in disbelief. The other person coughs to get my attention. The man had dark brown hair and brown eyes. His nose was arched and a slightly of center, his face was rounded. He was wearing a black striped suit and businessman shoes.
“How’s the diet?” I ask him.
“Take a drive with me James.” He told me ignoring my question.
The girl nodded and knocked lightly on a board which was separating the front and back of the car.
“May I introduce Special Agent Reynolds. Melissa, meet James Bronton.”
“Nice to meet you James.” She offered her hand for me to take.
“I wish I could say the same about you…Melissa.” I reply ignoring her hand.
“Yes, well I couldn’t have you blowing my cover now could I? Anyway with all that behind us, I would like to ask you for your help.”
“Well ask away then but I sure you won’t have my cooperation.” I tell her.
“Greg seems nice. Is he a good adoptive father James?” Mycroft asks me. “It would be a shame if anything happened to him.”
“You’re threatening him?” I asked. I felt no surprise towards this gesture.
“No, I’m just speaking theoretically. We would like you to keep an eye out on my brother Sherlock. Aside from that, we also want you to help out with a small gang problem at your new school.”
“A gang problem? Sounds interesting.”
“So we have your full cooperation then?” Mycroft asks me with a raised eyebrow.
“I guess that I don’t have much choice in this matter.” I tell him. “Yes, you have my full cooperation.”
“Good.” Mycroft nodded at Melissa.
She knocked on the board again, the car coming to a stop.
“Well then. I’ll see you around James.” Mycroft tells me.
Melissa pulls me out of the car, the car driving off the moment we close the door.
“I’ll see you around James.” She tells me with a smile.
“Right of course.” I reply.
“Oh and by the way Greg is safe.” She calls.
I stare at her amused.
“Mycroft has a soft spot for him. There was a smile containing fondness in it, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”
She walked away into the building as the bell went signaling the end of the lesson. I lose her as all the children run out of their classroom, filling up the space in the doors as they all push to get out.