By the time night fell, Izzy had been present for meetings with the head of operations for a total of 3 countries, as well as both the Prime Minister and the head of defence. All in all she was exhausted, but she still had one thing to do.

Mycroft had driven with her to their destination: the site of the now ended 'Bond Air'. There they stood, waiting for the person who had ruined it all. The stood in the shadows as he walked onto the plane, examining the corpses in their seats.

'The Coventry conundrum.' Mycroft walked out, walking forward with her a pace behind. 'What do you think of my solution?'

'The flight of the dead.' Izzy spoke, watching as Sherlock was jolted straight almost by the physical force of her voice.

'The plain blows up mid-air. Mission accomplished for the terrorists. Hundreds of casualties but nobody dies.'

'Neat, don't you think. You've been stumbling round the fringes of this one for ages, or were you too bored to notice the pattern?'

'We ran a project with the Germans just like it, though one of our passengers didn't quite make the flight.' Izzy said coldly.
'But that's the deceased for you – late, in every sense of the word.' Mycroft quipped.

'That was a terrible joke.' She muttered.
How's the plane going to fly?' He answered himself, 'Of course: unmanned aircraft. Hardly new.'
' It doesn't fly. It will never fly. This entire project is cancelled. The terrorist cells have been informed that we know about the bomb. We can't fool them now. We've lost everything. One fragment of one email, and months and years of planning finished.'
'Your MOD man.'
'That's all it takes: one lonely naïve man desperate to show off, and a woman clever enough to make him feel special.'

'Hmm. You should screen your defence people more carefully.' He raised an eyebrow
'I'm not talking about the MOD man, Sherlock; I'm talking about you.'
'The damsel in distress.' Izzy rolled her eyes.

'In the end, are you really so obvious? Because this was textbook: the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption; then give him a puzzle and watch him dance.'
'Don't be absurd.' Sherlock muttered
'Absurd? How quickly did you decipher that email for her? Was it the full minute, or were you really eager to impress?'
'Less than five seconds. But then again, I did tell him that Bels would be impressed.' The Woman walked down the aisle from behind Mycroft, putting a hand on Izzy's shoulder as she passed, 'And even I could see that glint you got when he was clever. You really were impressed.'
'I drove you into her path.' He paused, looking between Sherlock and Izzy, 'I'm sorry.' He lowered his eyes, 'I didn't know.'
'Mr. Holmes, I think we need to talk.' Irene said, walking towards both the Holmes brothers
'So do I. There are a number of aspects I'm still not quite clear on.' Sherlock replied.
'Not you, Junior. You're done now.' She walked past him, to Mycroft.
'There's more ... loads more. On this phone I've got secrets, pictures and scandals that could topple your whole world. You have no idea how much havoc I can cause and exactly one way to stop me – unless you want to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your own little brother.'