Theme Prompt - Checkmate

Jeff Hill, the photographer who’d managed to get a partial shot of Mycroft’s face, sat congratulating himself as he stared at the pictures he’d taken that day. There were rumors, almost urban legends, of the man behind the power in the government. No one knew his name, knew what he looked like, or whether he even existed at all. By now, nearly everyone had heard them.

“Checkmate,” he murmured, smiling at the obscured face of the man in the picture. He still had no idea who he was but now he had something to start with. And there was no way he was letting this go. Not until he knew everything he could. “I’m going to find you and drag you into the light.”

This wasn’t the first time Jeff had seen the man. Whenever he was taking photos of government officials, parliamentary members, or even some of the royal family, this man tended to be in the background. He seemed comfortable in his surroundings, no matter where he was. And that told Jeff that he was usually in the middle of power. How, though?

“This isn’t the last of it,” Jeff promised the picture as he put it and it’s companions into a folder. The folder then went into a file cabinet with other folders. “I’m gonna find you, buddy.”