Jim had been driving for an hour now. He knew where to go to after he had one of his men track down Mika's car. He was in a posh, suburban neighbourhood just outside of London. That was just over an hour away from Jim's house, and Jim was nearly there.
As he drove, he kitted himself up with plenty of hidden guns, knives and finally a switch, because hidden in the boot of his car was a bomb powerful to blow the entire place sky high. Jim smirked, it had been a while since he'd had some fun. Although it would be less fun this time, last time Seb had been right there with him, pointing a gun at a bloody beaten man covered in Semtex, this time Seb was...well Jim didn't know how he was.
He didn't even know if Seb was still alive. Jim stopped himself. He couldn't afford to be thinking these thoughts right now. Seb was alive because he needed to be, he was a survivor.
Jim pulled up by a large black gate infront of a huge white mansion, and looked into the camera nearby. He pressed a button and a voice came out of the small box attached to the side of the gate.
"Name?" a crackled voice came out of the box. It wasn't Mika.
"Tell your boss a Mr.Moriarty is here with a business proposal."
There was a moment of silence. And then the gates opened. Jim drove inside and two armed men dressed in black ran out. One of them opened Jim's door, and Jim begrudgingly climbed out.
"Ah, a valet service, classy." He muttered sarcastically.
"Have you any weapons? " The man who opened his door asked, while the other patted him down.
Jim smirked and cocked his head "Just a few here and the- oh oh my!" Jim made a dramatic yelp as the man patted down his backside.
"Careful with the merchandise. There isn't a gun in there, no need for that." He muttered. He definitely felt more like himself when being checked for dangerous weapons. The man ignored him
"Please remove the weapons."
Jim furrowed his eyebrows sighed inwardly, grimacing, "There really aren't that many."
As he said this, the man behind him, who had been removing many of Jim's weapons handed the other one 5 guns, 2 knives and a grenade.
Jim raised his eyebrows, shaking his head in mock suprise , "I have no idea how they got there, but now can I go inside?"
The men looked at eachother, the one who had done the search shrugged, "There's nothing else on him."
Jim smiled at them both and gestured to the house.
"Well?"
"Your car will be taken to the garage, come and collect it when you are finished."
Jim smiled, "Oh I'm sure I will."
Smirking at their stupidity, he brushed down his suit and was escorted inside by the man who had searched him. He was dark haired, and pretty boring looking, and once inside the house he gave him no notice.
It was beautifully furnished, with plush antique chairs and a grand staircase running down the centre of the room, on which Mika currently stood. He hadn't shaved and was supporting a stubbly moustache and the same greasy hair, Jim doubted he ever washed it.
"Mr.Moriarty! " he said, faking enthusiasm.
"Mr.Stubblystache." Jim said quietly nodding.
As Mika reached the bottom of the stairs, clad in a white dressing gown, he tilted his head,
"I didn't quite hear that, excuse me, my hearing isn't spectacular. "
"I was simply saying your name Mr.Rosmenoff." Jim said looking around the room.
YOU ARE READING
Tiger
Fiksi Penggemar*post his last vow* Moriarty returns from the dead to his assassin Sebastian Moran. However things don't seem the same... Moriarty competes with his brain, but in his attempt to rid himself of his problems, his feelings, will he just cause torture...
