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[alwaysmattered]

[ It's taken her a while to decide how to approach the elder Holmes brother on this. Molly knows things aren't right: Sherlock, John and Greg aren't from the same version of events as she is. It's only likely Mycroft is in the same boat. But then Molly knows Mycroft knows more than the others do. Sherlock had told her that.

She's already been here several days. Sherlock's been hounding her with texts and she's still trying to deal with whatever Hellish disease she's been struck with. But she can't really put this off much longer:]

Mycroft. I suppose you might've found out I'm down here.

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[nogoldfish]

[ Of course Mycroft knows. It's considerably more difficult to keep an eye on people here than it was back home, but he's gathering a decent network of demons from Brimstone and elsewhere who are ... willing to help him out. (Blackmailed, rather.)

So, he knows. He's been keeping an eye on her, too, naturally. Though he can't say he expected her to text him.

Perhaps he ought to look at Brimstone records. See if they have any conversations recorded that might give him a hint as to why. ]

Yes, I was aware.
MH

[alwaysmattered]

[ Well, at least he answered. Her interaction with him have been few and far between. Very little since the Fall, really. But this is something he'll not particularly want to ignore. ]

I have a problem. And it's probably going to be yours, too.

[nogoldfish]

Is that so?

A few blocks away from the Limbo Hotel there is a restaurant called Chicken Brothers. Meet me there.
MH

[ How she finds her way there is frankly not his problem. ]

[alwaysmattered]

I know so. It's involving your siblings.

[ Oh, yes she did. And that's all he's getting. ]

Fine. I'll see you there.

[ Cue a long, exasperated sigh from Molly's end. Holmes brothers. ]