Consulting Sniper (Moran's Story)

Chapter 4: Dead Battery

We looked at each other, knowing there was nothing we could do.

"There aren't any cameras in here, right?" I asked Winston. He knew cameras and store layouts well.

"No. And there aren't any in the nearby stores either. You and Lawson are lucky."

The drugs were all extracted, but I didn't want any. I gave my bag back. "No more," I said to Rick when he handed it to me.

"Why not?"

"I almost killed someone tonight! And who knows which one of us killed the clerk?"

"When the police come, they'll find the bullet. I just called them on a pay phone outside. They'll be here in five minutes."

"We used the same bullets!"

"Well then, Sabrina Moran, I don't think there's much more I can tell you."

"No. More." I repeated, walking away and out of my friends' lives forever. I didn't care if the cops found them there, if they were dumb enough to wait around.

I didn't even care if the cops found the bullets and traced things back to me. They'd never find me.

I was graduating high school in a few months. London was calling, and it was calling for both Mycroft and I. And we were more than ready to answer the call and accept our awaiting fates.

My last few months of high school were spent in virtual solitude, as were Mycroft's. Well, hers had always been. Mine had just become that way almost overnight.

I realized after the robbery that I could no longer associate with the people I once called my closest friends. Of course, I had a hard time kicking my slight drug addiction. Those were an interesting few months. But it passed, like everything does at some point or another.

By the time I graduated, I was almost completely prepared for my trip to London. I, however, was not enrolled in a college when I left for London. So when Mycroft went to Oxford, I got an apartment in London.

It was in an area called Mayfair. But the actual street on which I lived was Conduit Street, and my flat was located at 122D Conduit Street.

I didn't stay there for too long before I realized that I couldn't stay there much longer. I didn't have a job and even though I had the cheapest apartment on the block, there was no way I could afford my house. I couldn't even afford food, for God's sake.

But then one day, while looking at an advertisement on the tube, I had a genius idea that only the most intelligent Holmes could think of.

What if I joined the army? I could use my old rifling skills and put them to some good use for once instead of using them to break the law. It was probably the best idea I'd ever had.

I knew it was probably the best option I could think of; only detractor was the fact that I was not actually an English citizen.

So I took the English citizenship test after about three weeks of intensive studying and reviewing of information that felt like common knowledge but really wasn't. I barely passed, but at least I passed at all.

My citizenship was under the name Sabrina Moran. It was the first time I had disowned my original last name on some sort of important document, and it certainly will not have been the last time.

I joined the army in October 2015, when I was almost eighteen-and-a-half years old. I took some mental and physical testing at the ASDC, and signed up to be a combat infantry member. I passed everything with flying colors...

Honestly, I cannot be more shocked that I passed any of these tests at all. As Mycroft may or may not have mentioned in her book, our entire family is made up of sociopaths and psychopaths. She and Sherlock are sociopaths, definitely.

I am an absolute psychopath.

Well after I passed all of the tests required of me, miraculously enough, I was brought to the Infantry Training Centre in Catterick, which is located in North Yorkshire.

Easily enough, I was put into basic training. I remember my time in basic training as a period of my life that was rather uneventful. I remember I used to text my parents, telling them where I was and what I was doing.

They honestly didn't even care that I joined the army and was ready to start putting my life on the line in the name of Queen and Country. They were just glad for two things: one, that they didn't have to deal with me anymore and two, that I was doing something and not nothing like I had previously been.

After I left basic training in the top tier of recruits, I was sent to the Infantry Battle School at Brecon to be trained as an officer. I had originally joined as a regular soldier, but they transferred me into this special program because of my already extensive knowledge of combat and guns and the like.

Anyway, they wanted me to be put into an infantry division known as The Rifles, which was basically a large, general category containing people trained for intensive combat and war situations.

But I'm sure you know how this turned out. I am Sabrina Moran. It would not be hard to deduce that this had a messy ending.

*Anyway, so thanks for reading and making it this far! I will upload again really soon now that I'm off for the summer. Stay awesome, and enjoy your summer if you are off as well :)