A battle of whits || Modern day Sherlock Holmes RPG

[Gui-Chi]

"I can't tell you my name I'm afraid" Anthea said regretfully. 'Anthea' was simply a cover name used to keep her loved ones safe. She withdrew her hand away from the short woman. "So what are you all doing in a park?" she asked everyone

[Starthorn]

((She's not that short, just not really tall. ))
Maddy knitted a brow, confused. There was a dead body on the ground before them. When people said that, they usually meant, what is the purpose of you being here, rather than, what are you doing at this moment in time. If only people would say what they meant. What is the point in all of these expressions and mannerisms?
((Maddy generally doesn't say that much so could you possibly do a post that doesn't require a reply that involves a lot of talking? Thanks Gui ^^))

[Gui-Chi]

(*salutes* Aye sir!!!)
Anthea rolled her eyes and strolled over to the body. "poor guy" she muttered under her breath looking at the man lying on the ground. She had never been good With crime scenes as death had made her upset due to past experiences as a child (nothing important don't worry)

[Study in Scarlet]

Sherlock cleard his throat, and turned towards Maddy. " You don't need to tell her anything! She is paid to stalk me, and it's very irritating. Come, let's greet the good inspector shall we?", he stated as a black coupe pulled around the corner, then stopped to relise the Inspector.

[ Shall I play Lestrade? ]

[Starthorn]

((Is this where we find out about Anthea's mysterious childhood? xD))

Maddy
Maddy nodded and followed Sherlock towards the car, relieved.

Mycroft
Mycroft visibly started as he received the message from his PA. That face... no. It wasn't possible. And yet of course he knew it was. He send a quick text message from his office in the Diogenes club, calling for a car to be sent. He had to get there now.

[Gui-Chi]

Anthea sighed as they turned to greet the inspector. But she did smile, Sherlock had made a mistake. She wasn't paid to stalk him, she was paid to keep Mycroft in order. She started walking back to her flat. She would be glad to get out of her heels and into a pair of comfy slippers for a change. She would also be able to relax for a while before coming back to keep an eye on Sherlock for a while.

(Maybe, maybe not. Haven't decided)

[Study in Scarlet]

Sherlock walked swiftly towards the typical yard car, that allmost all Inspectors used. He let out a slight laugh, wondering why on earth you'd want to be seen driving one of thoes.

Greg Lestrade hopped our of the car on the left side, showing that he obviously hadn't been driving. The car took off as soon as he was out, and the Dective Inspector made his was towards the fmiliar face. " What is it now Sherlock?", he asked, realizing that the lone sciopath had company. " Who's this?", he asked, smiling openfully that mabey Sherlock had finnaly found a woman.

[Starthorn]

((I think you'd make a good Lestrade^^ As in, yes, RP Lestrade! Sorry for that terrible last post. ^^))
Ignoring the DI's question, Maddy reached into her pocket, and pulled out the bullet.
"I found this- the bullet from the gun. I don't think it could have been fired though, just made to look like it was. The engraved six would have made it impossible." She said quietly to Sherlock, offering it to him for inspection.

John hurried to catch up, still rather confused.
"Can some-one please explain what is going on?" he caught sight of six engraved into the bullet. "Where the hell did you get that?" he asked, even more confused now. He turned to look at Lestrade.
"Thanks for coming." that was about all he could say. Beyond that, he was rather lost.

[Gui-Chi]

Not long after Anthea had left, she had returned to stand at the other end of the park dressed in a pair of comfy jeans and a grey t shirt. Her heels had now been replaced for trainers, however she still had her blackberry glued to her hand. If she was right then Mycroft would be here any minute now, and she might be able to get a pay rise if she was lucky.

[Starthorn]

"This is Madeline." John hurried on to say, looking back towards the girl. "She's renting 221c for the minute."

Mycroft climbed out of the car, eye darting around him. Umbrella clamped firmly in his fist, he walked hurriedly towards his PA, who was standing 40 metres away. He dismissed the driver with a hasty flick of his hand, knowing that he would be back to pick him up as soon as he was called.
"Where is she?" he demanded as he approached her. But he already knew. He could see them towards the road, standing next to a police car.