A Thousand Oceans Wide [Open]

[Mycroft Holmes]

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It was interesting what one could do in London. In a matter of  time, Mycroft found himself still in his home in London. There had been a craze lately, and he had sat back in the shadows, wondering when it would all come to a calm, like a pot simmering with water on a stove.  Instead of just sitting around, Mycroft decided that he'd at least exercise a bit by taking a run on the treadmill. He didn't like going out in public much, since he had a strong disliking towards people. He'd have to do something later on to keep his mind off of things that he didn't necessarily want to think about. London was in danger, yes, but it was the work of an insane one to make it that way again.  As Mycroft was running on the tread, his phone beeped like hell. He wasn't going to stop himself just yet. There might have been an emergency, but it could wait just a couple more minutes couldn't it? But the beeping started to become more constant. Mycroft stopped the treadmill and gave himself a couple minutes to catch his breath. He made his way over to his mobile and looked at it with a bitterness. 'What the hell is it this time?' Mycroft asked himself. Even when he wasn't speaking out loud, he still felt the utter need to be a bit of a snark. He didn't deal with these things well, and if he found out there was something going on, he would have himself up in arms in an instant.  He dialed the number that had sent him numerous messages. Mycroft was going to give them an earful, and make sure they knew what the hell they were talking about. Then there'd be at least a few moments where he'd be utterly sarcastic. He liked sarcasm, as it did get his point straight. The line finally picked up. "Look, I don't know what you're bloody doing, but if you keep it up, it'll be turned into a case." Mycroft threatened. He didn't like to make threats, as for most the time he was a calm and somewhat subtle man.  "Mr. Holmes, I'm terribly sorry.  I was only saying that the news was urgent. You need to get down here. There may be events that are imminent. I'm sure you don't want anything bad to happen to London's security."  Mycroft blinked. "I apologise. I'll be there in a few minutes time."   The elder Holmes boy dressed and left his home, umbrella in hand. He always had it on hand, and it did come in handy sometimes. Mycroft never knew who he could run into, but at times like this, anything was possible. Mycroft went down the road a little ways and went down into the London Underground. He wasn't going to walk all the way to work; He wasn't crazy enough to do that whatsoever. Taking the tube was something Mycroft did often, even if there were to be crowds upon crowds loading onto the carriages.  He could feel that it was going to be an impossibly long day.

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[Khan Noonien Singh]

Khan felt as destiny had turned life full circle, bring him back to the city where his fiery revenge had begun. He was once more in London, England. Fortunately it would seem that he was no longer in the 23rd century, but in a time more familiar to him. He could tell from the fashion and the technology he spotted as he walked that the former tyrant was somewhere between the century he had been the great ruler of the Middle East and the century that the loathsome Admiral Marcus had found him drifting in space. He was glad for once that he had been dropped into a modern era, yet one that wasn't too close to the future where Starfleet had dominance. This was a time that felt a bit more like home to him. Khan sucked in the scent of the busy city around him, enjoying the cityscape around him. He stood quietly on the street with his lengthy arms resting behind him in a position which seemed more like military rigidity then true relaxation, mainly because he still had a lot on his mind, even though he was enjoying the familiarity he found around him. Finally after a few moments of quiet reflection, he started to walk down the street. The confident man had no thought of where he was going. He only appeared to be taking a stroll around London. Quickly he stalked his way down into the Underground, his pale eyes scanning the crowd that were waiting for the next tube.

His mind was in a whirlwind of memories and thoughts that traced itself back to the moment he woke from his icy slumber. He had remembered seeing Admiral Marcus for the first time, his eyes studying him like he were a new weapon that he was eager to try out on his enemies. Khan had hated him the moment he spoke of his beloved crew as if they were pawns to be used against him. He would have given anything to have crushed the life out of them that day, but his only thought had been on his people. Their lives had been in his hands. He had become a slave to a warmonger who was eager to rid the world of those he viewed as enemies when he had once been an Emperor among lesser men. It had been degrading, so much as that send a shake of rage to move through his body. He shook his head, trying to clear his body of the traces of anger that he felt flowing over his entire form. Khan had to focus, there was much to be done. The former tyrant stepped forward through the gathered crowd, his movements were full of fluid grace and power as he took each step. He was like a confident cat stalking his way forward through the usual commuter crowd. The raven-clad Augment stepped up to the platform, taking an open spot next to Mycroft. He had no idea that his face would be known by the gentleman standing only a short distance away. For Khan, Mycroft Holmes was merely another Englishman waiting for a ride to work.