FILL: Of Water & Blood 6/?
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October 1 2011, 11:02:15 UTC
Martin wasn't really surprise to find Mycroft in the car waiting for them and he couldn't help rolling his eyes at the questioning look Mycroft gave him.
"Yes, I'm sure!" He may not be anywhere near as fluent as Sherlock and Mycroft were in the almost telepathic way they communicate, but he was still a 'near-native speaker', so to speak.
After all, he was a Holmes, even if his full name was never recorded on his birth certificate or anywhere else legally for that matter.
Mycroft let out a sigh and handed him a thick envelope, which he produced seemingly out of nowhere. Sherlock had a matching envelope of his own which seemed to contain, among other things, a passport.
Martin opened it to find a stack of official documents within it, his eyes widened in shock as he saw his name on the owner's certificate for an Embraer Phenom 300, trading as Pegasus Air.
"Much nicer than Icarus, isn't it?"
"You can blame Sherlock for suggesting that."
"It was funny."
Martin did not have to look at Sherlock to know that he was probably pouting. Instead, he glared at Mycroft.
"That last minute training requirement I had to take last week to renew my pilot's license, that was you wasn't it? I knew I passed all my CPDs!" Sherlock was right, Mycroft really had let all the power gone to his head.
"I had hoped that you wouldn't have to make use of your training so soon, but needs must."
Included in the documents were also safety procedures, weather report, and a flight plan to Moscow.
"We're going to Moscow? I just got back from St. Petersburg three weeks ago, you have any idea how cold it is over there right now?"
"We won't be staying for long," Sherlock replied. "Just to refuel. I should have our new destination in mind by the time we get there. You can file another flight plan in Moscow."
"And how exactly paying for all this?" Martin asked.
Martin may have spent most of his summer holidays as a child with the Holmes' family, but there had been some sort of agreement between Martin's two families about each other's financial responsibilities or some such nonsense. In the end, it just meant that the Crieffs were financial responsible for Martin, and while the Holmes may choose to shower him with gifts on his birthday and Christmas and bear the costs of his stay with them over the summer, George Crieff was able to feed and support his family and need no handouts, thank you very much.
"For that matter, how did I manage to afford the Phenom 300? That plane costs at least five and a half million pounds!"
"Close to eight, actually," Mycroft replied. "Modifications had to be made to ensure it suits your purpose. Its range has been extended to 2,400 nautical miles, communications and security updated, among other things.
"Your cover story is that you've inherited a large sum of money from a distant relation who recently passed. After three years at MJN, you decide to use the money and start your own charter jet business, hence the new plane and Pegasus Air was born." Mycroft produced another smaller envelope to Martin.
"Just some cash for you to start out with. There's also a credit card in your name. It's untraceable and doesn't have a credit limit." Mycroft turned his attention to Sherlock. "You, being dead, will no longer have access to your trust fund. Martin's card should be sufficient to pay for both your expenses, but 'no credit limit' does not mean that the funds won't eventually run out."
A look from Mycroft and a nod for Martin was all that was needed between the brothers.
"Oh please, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself!" Sherlock protested.
The eldest and the youngest Holmes both ignored him.
Martin wasn't really surprise to find Mycroft in the car waiting for them and he couldn't help rolling his eyes at the questioning look Mycroft gave him.
"Yes, I'm sure!" He may not be anywhere near as fluent as Sherlock and Mycroft were in the almost telepathic way they communicate, but he was still a 'near-native speaker', so to speak.
After all, he was a Holmes, even if his full name was never recorded on his birth certificate or anywhere else legally for that matter.
Mycroft let out a sigh and handed him a thick envelope, which he produced seemingly out of nowhere. Sherlock had a matching envelope of his own which seemed to contain, among other things, a passport.
Martin opened it to find a stack of official documents within it, his eyes widened in shock as he saw his name on the owner's certificate for an Embraer Phenom 300, trading as Pegasus Air.
"Much nicer than Icarus, isn't it?"
"You can blame Sherlock for suggesting that."
"It was funny."
Martin did not have to look at Sherlock to know that he was probably pouting. Instead, he glared at Mycroft.
"That last minute training requirement I had to take last week to renew my pilot's license, that was you wasn't it? I knew I passed all my CPDs!" Sherlock was right, Mycroft really had let all the power gone to his head.
"I had hoped that you wouldn't have to make use of your training so soon, but needs must."
Included in the documents were also safety procedures, weather report, and a flight plan to Moscow.
"We're going to Moscow? I just got back from St. Petersburg three weeks ago, you have any idea how cold it is over there right now?"
"We won't be staying for long," Sherlock replied. "Just to refuel. I should have our new destination in mind by the time we get there. You can file another flight plan in Moscow."
"And how exactly paying for all this?" Martin asked.
Martin may have spent most of his summer holidays as a child with the Holmes' family, but there had been some sort of agreement between Martin's two families about each other's financial responsibilities or some such nonsense. In the end, it just meant that the Crieffs were financial responsible for Martin, and while the Holmes may choose to shower him with gifts on his birthday and Christmas and bear the costs of his stay with them over the summer, George Crieff was able to feed and support his family and need no handouts, thank you very much.
"For that matter, how did I manage to afford the Phenom 300? That plane costs at least five and a half million pounds!"
"Close to eight, actually," Mycroft replied. "Modifications had to be made to ensure it suits your purpose. Its range has been extended to 2,400 nautical miles, communications and security updated, among other things.
"Your cover story is that you've inherited a large sum of money from a distant relation who recently passed. After three years at MJN, you decide to use the money and start your own charter jet business, hence the new plane and Pegasus Air was born." Mycroft produced another smaller envelope to Martin.
"Just some cash for you to start out with. There's also a credit card in your name. It's untraceable and doesn't have a credit limit." Mycroft turned his attention to Sherlock. "You, being dead, will no longer have access to your trust fund. Martin's card should be sufficient to pay for both your expenses, but 'no credit limit' does not mean that the funds won't eventually run out."
A look from Mycroft and a nod for Martin was all that was needed between the brothers.
"Oh please, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself!" Sherlock protested.
The eldest and the youngest Holmes both ignored him.
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