I'll admit, I didn't expect to find the man so fascinating. Many times did I find myself scrolling through his blog, soaking in his little stories, excited by his similar view on this tedious life. He was like me, searching for distractions but sadly he picked the wrong side of the board. He joined the "good" guys. The side of the law. I may have left a comment or two behind on the blog. I decided to leave it as that, not get too involved with amateurs. He was a fun toy that danced around the edge of my crimes. He may have tip-toed into my work before but I doubt he would again, nobody's that clever. Instead I turned my attention to my clients awaiting me.

At this stage my network had expanded to every deep dark corner of the world's worst; terrorist cells, corrupt governments, you name it. They all come running to daddy begging for my attention, majority the requests lacking any excitement. "Dear Jim, my opponent might win the election. Please take care of him." "Dear Jim, can you please help me get rid of my cheating husband." Boring! Of course I consulted them in my gain of power and wealth but they weren't the fun and excitement I've been searching for. Then General Shan a general for the Black Lotus Tong, an ancient secret criminal organisation contacted my asking for advice to achieve passage from China to London. Easy peasy, but it seemed like something to entertain me for a while. I suggested that her little gang should come to London as a circus. Who investigates a circus really. Took a small bit of blackmailing and bribing, the usual but they arrived to London as I expected. This gang had a powerful reputation, and the success of my name and network slightly depended on theirs. I was in London at the time doing research so I watched her gang, keeping my distance of course. I don't like getting dirt of my hands. Certain crimes tend to catch my interest from time to time and this one contained a certain potential to alleviate me from boredom.

Almost as if the plan was beginning to run smoothly and my interest drained, excitement had burst through the door, wearing a trench coat and a blue scarf. My toy had rejoined the game again and he picked one hell of a game to join. Like a bloodhound, he sniffed out the clue and slowly, very slowly, began to unravel the plan. Not expecting him to get far, ordinary people don't, I let him play away. The Chinese unaware of his involvement until he managed to gain a firm grasp of the situation. Fun was over and I decided to inform the idiot that a curly-headed detective was on their case. I warned her that if she mentions me or my involvement in anyway I will terminate her and her precious gang.

With that I sat back and watched Sherlock dance. He was alike his brother in so many ways but like me in many more. His brother, Mycroft and I have crossed many times. I'm sure he's aware of my existence I'm nothing but a name to him, to most. A name that every sane man should fear. General Shan getting more worried as Sherlock drew closer. She was frantic when he arrived to the circus, it was hilarious to watch her panic on the webcam. Her eyes darted around the room in a mad fear that he may show up. That's when I really liked Sherlock, he managed to inspire the same fear in criminals that I can. I should of recorded her reaction and sent it to him. Would of been a lovely present. Oh well. She began to irritate me by asking for my advice. Can't people ever think on their own? Annoyed at her stupidity I told her to impress me, if she successfully gets rid of Sherlock, my previous consulting advice would be free of charge. I didn't need to explain what would happen if she failed. She reluctantly agreed. I lost all interest in her now, she was merely an asset, a pawn on the chessboard while my eyes were on the knight; unique, clever and like me unpredictable.

I began to believe that General Shan had a chance and the great Sherlock Holmes would fall, but I guess he can fall another day. That fool of a woman couldn't even stop a single detective and his doctor! She had cost me a great sum of money. The decay of her organisation was the tarnishing of mine. It gave me a bad name, criminals now began to think that I'm unable to consult their crimes. I ended that thought when I ended Shan. But I wasn't finshed. No now I had a new problem to deal with, Sherlock.