'A country rain on a city street...' Bittersweet.
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Across the road. The voice said in my ear. Follow him.
"Ok." I muttered. I could feel my gun press into my back.
Wait.
I crossed the street, and followed the man into a back alley.
Here. Now. Moriarty's voice said.
I pulled the pistol out of my waistband, screwed on the silencer, and took aim.
The man fell without a sound. He had died the moment the bullet had entered his skull.
Carry on walking. I did so.
Good. Now, get the tube. I turned into the underground station.
I stood in the train, despite there being lots of empty seats.
I knew the drill.
I got off at the next station, and switched trains.
I could've got back in half the time it took, but I was checking I hadn't been followed.
Hey. Moriarty obviously wasn't talking to me.
Hi.. Came Seb's voice.
I ripped the ear piece out of my ear, so I wouldn't have to hear them kissing.
"Keep it PG!" I shouted. Luckily the carriage was deserted.
When I got off the final train, and walked out of the underground station, I was greeted by proper English weather.
The rain soaked through the ground, and ran along the street.
I trudged home, a gun in my pocket, and a grin on my face.
I closed the door behind me just as the first thunder could be heard.
"Well?" Seb asked. "How did you do?"
"Ok. No noise, one shot kill. No witnesses. No tails." I replied.
"Good." Moriarty said, walking towards us.
Sebastian smiled at him, and turned to me. "Well done, Kirk." he used an old nickname.
I smiled. "But, please. Keep it PG when either of you are contacting my earpiece."
"Sure." Sebastian laughed.
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The Heart of a Sniper (MorMor)
Fanfiction"This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head" Sebastian Moran is a criminal. A sniper for one of the worst criminals in the world. Jim Moriarty. He only has two weaknesses. His little sister Kirsty, a fellow sharp shooter, is one...
