[It's almost certainly a trap, but John doesn't have much choice. How the hell is he supposed to solve this without Sherlock? The only clue he has is Blink and Ink... Ink and Blink? Whatever the bloody name is. How is he supposed to figure out anything from that?
Mycroft's reply makes him angry, though.]
TO: Mycroft Holmes: If you hadn't ordered me into a car and dragged me off here, I'd still be there guarding him.
TO: Sherlock Holmes: I understand. But this phone is being monitored. You realize he's probably getting my messages?
[Wait... How does she...? Wonderful. His phone is being twice-monitored. John starts walking again, one hand going up to his chest as his ribs shift and stretch and hurt with the movement. Oxford Street. Where is he even to begin with? He'll figure it out. He has to.]
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Mycroft's reply makes him angry, though.]
TO: Mycroft Holmes: If you hadn't ordered me into a car and dragged me off here, I'd still be there guarding him.
TO: Sherlock Holmes: I understand. But this phone is being monitored. You realize he's probably getting my messages?
[Wait... How does she...? Wonderful. His phone is being twice-monitored. John starts walking again, one hand going up to his chest as his ribs shift and stretch and hurt with the movement. Oxford Street. Where is he even to begin with? He'll figure it out. He has to.]