Consulting Sniper (Moran's Story)

Chapter 15: Splattered Brains

*Alright, this is probably the most violent scene in this story. Proceed with caution. But I still tried to tone it down, so it's not overly graphic. If you'd like to read this, have fun :) but if you want to skip this, that's ok too. The next chapter will be up soon!*

I told Jim that we'd leave for the mission at ten. I finally got my team rallied and out the door of the warehouse at eleven. I was already losing points. Clay was slowing me down. In fact, he was walking so far behind me that I could barely see him in the dark with the glare of the streetlights.

"Clay, if you don't hurry the fuck up I may have to start getting creative with my torture methods. You know this isn't for me; it's for Jim."

"It's Moriarty to everyone else. Why is he Jim to you?"

I didn't answer. When we appeared in front of the rival criminal's building, I was the first to kick down the door by the handle and nearly remove the wood frame in my agitation. I began to shoot all around me, knocking out every single security guard and only getting grazed by one bullet near my bicep.

We walked farther into the building, and I realized soon that I would be the one doing all the work. None of the other snipers wanted to help me replace their favorite boss, and I understood that well enough. I was alone in this.

More fun for me, then.

I finally barged into the man's office. He was a middle-aged man about twice Jim's age, on the heavier side, seated at his desk. But this bastard was as calm as ever.

"FREEZE! Put your hands in the air and get on the floor! Don't even THINK ABOUT GETTING THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, my voice menacing and my expression deadly. I hoped I was doing a good job.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

I had no idea who I thought I was.

"I've been sent to kill you. And you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

"You're with Moriarty... Ahh, that explains it... Or what?"

"Like I said to my friend Clay over here earlier," I said, pointing at Clay, "I've been waiting over a decade to get really creative. And I may start again tonight."

"This is not an interrogation. Moriarty wants me dead."

"But he doesn't care if I torture you first, does he?" I asked my now underlings.

Rucastle and Roylott's mouths gaped, Browner had a look of absolute horror on his face, and Clay answered my question.

"This is not an interrogation, Ms. Moran," he said, revealing my name which was absolutely not allowed. "But this is your mission. Do what you'd like. If it kills you, even better."

"I'm almost one hundred percent sure he's working for someone else."

"He's an ex-client. I can see where you get that feeling from."

"Where are the rest of your guards?" I asked the man on the floor. I pulled his arm back and stepped on his shoulder's pressure point. "You wanted to go to bed before this, you wasn't prepared, you have no other guards, and OH GOD am I DEDUCING?" I asked myself out loud. My expatriates looked confused. Well, they'd never met Mycroft, had they?

"How did you know that?" The man asked, obviously caught off guard.

"I can literally smell it reeking from your absolutely revolting body," I said, slamming the man back down on the floor with the heel of my combat boot and sticking my rifle into the back of his head.

"See, my friends over here don't seem to think that I'm very deadly. Or intimidating for that matter. I aim to prove them wrong without going too far out of line. So here goes."