Lazy Afternoon... For Now. (Jim Moriarty)

[Sebastian Moran]

The blinds on the windows blocked out the heavy afternoon light. Sebastian Moran, expert sniper under the employment of Jim Moriarty, sat still on the bed, one booted leg in front of him as he concentrated on his work. The room was military neat, with the minimal possessions in immaculate order. The sheets on the bed were pressed and tucked in at all the right places, there were no clothes on the floor, and the only thing that looked to be expensive or shiny was the sniper rifle laid out on the bed in front of him. Seb had dismantled the rifle in order to give it it's regular clean and polish. Everything in Sebastian's possession was in good, practical condition, but his guns were the only things he kept looking like he had just walked out of the store with them. Not that he had actually gotten any of them from the store. He had been equipped with his military-grade sniper rifle while in service in Afghanistan, and his various shot guns and pistols- well, each one had a story, and he kept each story tucked away in his very private memory.

Sebastian sat back from his work, placing the rag he was using neatly next to his favorite gun. He slowly lit up a cigarrette, inhaling the smoke and letting it permeate his senses. It had been a lazy day so far. That was good, because he was sure the night would be much more active. His employer would no doubt have some sort of job for him to do. The real question was whether it would actually hold any importance or if it would just be for idle amusement.

Closing his eyes, Seb sat back and waited.

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

After sorting some businesses out on the London streets, Moriarty returned to Butcher Street. It had been trying and stressing, but there was still work to be done. At least, now that the more tedious parts of his network had been sorted, things would get more interesting. Especially now he had a new mission for Moran.

He knew that the good colonel was in his room. It was strange, but Moriarty could always somehow sense when he was in the house or not. But he supposed he could do that with anyone. Could be a strange form of paranoia developed from his line of work. But Moriarty never really got paranoid. He dismissed the thought anyway.

"Moran?" he called, just to check anyway. He went upstairs and knocked on the door of his employee's room. "I've got a good job for you..." he said in a sing-song voice before letting himself in.

[Sebastian Moran]

"Moran? I've got a good job for you..."

Sebastian sighed as his employer's voice floated up the stairs. Jim always had a noticable presence, even when he wasn't in the same room. Seb didn't quite know if it was a good one or not, but it was one he was accustomed to. He took one last, long drag on his cigarette before extinguishing it on his knee. He didn't flinch.

Jim didn't knock. Seb didn't expect anything else, at this point. To all appearances, Jim seemed to do what he wanted and disregard the world's opinion, which was one of the reasons Sebastian respected him. However, it did sometimes irritate Sebastian. Just. A bit.

He sat up straighter, looking attentatively at his boss.

"A job? Is it actually a good one, then?" Seb stood up, opting to lean against the wall.

"Who's the target, then?"

[James 'Jim' Moriarty]

"A job? Is it actually a good one, then? Who's the target, then?"

Moriarty smiled broadly at Moran as he properly stepped into the room. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air, indicating that the colonel had just been smoking. Moriarty didn't mind that, so long as it wasn't in his presence.

"Oh Moran, I can always expect you to be an enthusiast. But in answer to your questions..." He reached into his inner coat pocket and withdrew a rolled-up newspaper. Flicking to the right page, he showed it to Moran. "This is your target. DI Gregson. The article's about how he, with some help from Holmes, managed to track down a crime group I was assisting. I managed to interfere and prevent the more...sensitive details from being revealed." He held the paper out to Moran to let him read it.