Mycroft

[logan_echolls]

The complaint was about a smell, a rare thing on the London, given its amazing air filtration system. He might have ignored it, but one complaint turned to two, and soon enough three. Again, he nearly ignored it, after all it was the Ambassador's wing, and god knew they could be fussy- But safety first and all that.

He'd been expecting bad cooking, or maybe some exotic plant or bug. Not the stench of death and a fresh corpse.

Investigations like this were delicate, and so Logan kept his team small for this one. Himself, Jack, and a couple of his top guys. More importantly though, he knew he needed to pull Mycroft in on this.

Standing outside the man's quarters, he hit the buzzer.

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[the_iceman]

Mycroft frowned. He wasn't used to get called at his door. Demanding ambassadors called him at any time of day, of course, but they seldom bothered to walk all the way to his quarters. And it wasn't like he had many social connections who might come by unannounced.

He set aside his drink and stood to receive his guest. "Doors," he said, and the door slid open. "Mr. Echolls. Not a social call, I presume."