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“It appears as if you are well known, well liked and trusted greatly around these parts.I ca’t imagine the superiors who run this country would be delighted if they knew that the precious security footage of this fine town were in the hands of a detective, especially one so….youthful. I know my brother would be a little exasperated if he was aware. We do have a reputation for being a powerful albeit often meddlesome bunch after all. Everyone has the secrets that they wish to keep hidden and the presence of an individual like ourselves who can deduce what it is and bring it to light tends to give them heart palpitations and sweaty palms."
Sherlock couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit relieved that there would be nobody else. While working in front of strangers was something he had no problem with, it was much easier to get his bearings in a location when some moronic individual wasn’t rambling or asking stupid questions. Besides, watching Mr Hakuba take control of the room was something Sherlock was curious to see more of to a certain extent. He was a rather curious individual and watching him was something Sherlock was willing to continue for a little while longer.
Wasting no time, Sherlock strode into the room and immediately came to a stop before the controls, his analytical gaze sweeping eagerly across the many screens, before settling himself into a chair in front o them. Now the men were out of the way Sherlock could begin to use their technology for his own means. As his companion had rightly pointed out, the best thing to do in this case was to consult the all-seeing eyes of the cameras for his suspect. Glancing across the small room, Sherlock shot the young detective a curious look. “You’re lingering there, James. You also seem as if you want to say something. If it will please you then you can ask me anything you desire while we trawl through this mass of footage. This is a rather intimate setting after all so some chatter might be best providing you aren’t going to be boring.”
"My, my, are you always this eager?” Hakuba asked, tilting his head as he pulled the door closed behind him. “I’m coming, not to worry. I’ll attempt not to bore you and, I assure you, the government officials need not worry… this is a commercial security office, strictly for businesses and their surrounding areas… it’s not as though I have any access to parliament or anything of that ilk, as interesting as that would be.”
He crossed the room and took a seat, immediately setting to work at calling up the hour or so of footage in question on the various screens.
“Besides, age is merely a matter of relative perspective; it’s maturity and experience that ought to weigh more, I think. I know several older gentleman at Scotland Yard that I wouldn’t trust with my coffee let alone security…” The young detective tapped a few buttons here, took a few keystrokes there, and leaned back to observe, scanning the screens intently.
“…regardless, I do hope that Mr. Watson is there when I do come to visit. I’ve been so interested in meeting him. He seems a fine companion to have in this sort of work. Would you agree, Mr. Holmes?”
