Destiny slinked into the alley. Well, she messed up the number so now she had to come here. But anyways, everything was planned out. The first round of Moriarty's game went to her, and she was here to see who would win the second round. She lounged against the wall, waiting.

"Oh dear, that's bad." Destiny frowned. "I have my own little game, you see." Gunshots sounded from above, and moments later sniper rifles clattered to the ground, followed by the bodies of their owners. "Now, if you would so kindly leave us alone, I will not hesitate to put out the command shoot you." She grinned. "Then again, for good measure." She snapped her fingers, and a bullet promptly buried itself in Moriarty's stomach. Another gunshot rang out, and Moran found his leg tendon sliced, meaning he is unable to stand lest he uses one leg.

"Sorry dear," Destiny batted her eyelashes at Mycroft and proofed him a rose. "Just a second." She glanced at Evensley. She was still breathing, but barely. If she acted fast, maybe Evensley could survive. "Ahem," Destiny said flatly. "Smoke bomb. Girl needs meds." A can fell from above, trailing smoke. It hit the ground and a veil of thick smoke covered everything. Seconds later, the smoke cleared. Evensley's form was nowhere to be seen. "Now, dears, let's go!" Destiny grabbed John, Sherlock, and Mycroft and leapt into the waiting helicopter.

"Hey, hey, what? Aren't we heading back to Sherlock's?" Destiny asked.