Mycroft walked down the dark dormitory hallway. His cane tapping against the wooden floor. Why is it I always have to clear up my siblings messes? He wondered to himself. He neared the door and knocked three times. The door was opened by a grumpy looking Richard Brooke who was holding an ice-pack to his shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?" He grumbles.

"Mycroft Holmes."

Richard attempted to slam the door in his face, but Mycroft stopped it with his cane.

"May I come in?"

Richard glared at him then opened the door and gestured into the dorm with a flourish. Mycroft wrinkled his nose in annoyance and stepped into the messy dorm.

"You already know why I'm here." Said Mycroft as Richard closed the door.

"Of course."
"I'm sorry to do this but you understand."

"Dead men tell no tales~" Richard sang with a dark look in his eyes.

"Glad you understand." Said Mycroft raising his gun up to Richard.

"Living without her is boring anyways." Richard sighed.

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Bang.