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As he expected, first-rate encryption; as he expected, Jarvis cracked it without much trouble; as he expected, it contained much that was of use to him.

Now, about that Beardsley fellow.

Digging up his address is the work of minutes. The real dilemma is deciding how to make the approach. Eventually, he settles on the relatively benign strategy of showing up on the man's doorstep just as he is likely to be coming home from work.

He knows the house is empty, but he rings the bell anyway. Then he tucks his hands in his pockets and settles in to wait, observing his surroundings carefully and standing where he is unlikely to be observed in return.

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"Jesus."

They get changed on a regular basis anyway, but that's hardly the point.

Peter opens the door, rather pointedly.

"Don't fucking get yourself killed," he advises.

"I don't plan on it. Thank you for your time, Mr Beardsley."

Still smiling, he turns to leave. Something occurs to him before he takes a single step.

"What did you do with his gun?"

"We're tracking information on it."

Some things take time even for the Chandlers.

"I'm not holding my breath."

"Was it military issue?"

In other words, was it Stark tech?

"Matter of fact," Peter says, and lists off some specs that might sound a little familiar to Sherlock.

He shakes his head, chuckling.

"Tony will get a kick out of that, I'm sure."

They are all morbid little shits in the Stark family, apparently.

Cal's mother will be positively delighted by her son's continuing to associate with them.

"Fun for the whole family," Peter says.

"Quite."

Sherlock resumes his interrupted progress out of the house.

The door closes behind him.

Sherlock would probably be unsurprised to know that, on the other side of said door, Peter is changing his security codes.

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