SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : can you trace her calls?

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : likely her find my i-whatever is on too

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : we’ve got 12 more hours before chances of finding her alive go down, no sign of a ransom unless Mycrofts’ not been in contact so it could be voluntary.

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : you do the flat, send me pictures of everything. And hamish, he’ll be able to tell more than i can.

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : i’ll try the coffee shop and the pub, see if anyone saw her last night and send a uniform to the off license on the corner. if she hasn’t bought a pack of cigarettes then we really worry.

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SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : no.

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : 36?

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : where and when did you last hear from her

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : who was last with her and have you been to her flat

SMS [ magic computer wizard ] : i’m on my way there already -- if we don’t find anything in the next 15 i’m putting a bolo out on her

( @silverfoxsdaughter​ ) Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

NAME: Ginger Anne Lestrade- but call her Kit AGE + FACECLAIM : 22 is Maia Mitchell QUALIFICATIONS : Hacker for more than 10 years, the last 8 have been with government agencies. Fluent in 12 computer programming languages. SKILLS :Speaks French English Spanish and some Italian. Holds #1 spots on Hackerrank and Topcoder. Rudimentary with AI materials.  DEPARTMENT APPLYING FOR : Consultant- Hacking and Computers DESIRED ROLE : Hacking Expert THREE RANDOM HEADCANONS TO GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTER A LITTLE BETTER :

Loves sky blue, it’s her favorite color. 

She always has breakfast, always. Even if she wakes up at 2 in the afternoon she goes and has breakfast. 

Owns 3 smartphones that she switches between and a seemingly infinite number of throwaway phones. 

The detective was sprawled on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for a thought to come to him. There were papers and strings pinned to the wall above the fireplace, all of the string spokes leading to the center of the wheel, where the letter M was written in ornate script.

When the doorbell rang for the fourth time, Sherlock sighed, slowly getting up. Whoever was here either had some very important mail, a case, or was too considerate to pick the lock. Or some combination of the three. Either way, he would have to open the door to stop the incessant racket interrupting his thoughts.

silverfoxsdaughter