A Man In Black

Two Men in Suits

Dear God I hope they're right, thought Andrea. It had taken a lot of work to get her here in the right place, at the right time. She was in the sitting room at Loyd's, in London, waiting. With a lot of undercover business, and listening to gossip in back corner pubs, her superiors had discovered that Moriarty's agent would be going to the Loyd Bank in London, on the 5th of February to leave a message for one of his men working there.  A police raid had been arranged, it had been difficult, but Brown had contacted Mycroft Holmes, who had pulled a few strings. 

When the agent appeared, the police would surround the building, to arrest him. At the same time, Andrea would hold up the bank worker's, demanding money be handed over to her. When the police broke in, she would shoot them, and make a break for it, along with the agent. It was their hope, that Moriarty's agent would notice her, and recommend her to his employer, that was usually how James Moriarty got people to work for him. 

Andrea did not have any confidence in this plan. Any minute she would commit murder, some innocent officer, just to try and get the attention of a criminal mastermind. That was someone's life she was about to take! What if the policeman had a family? 

She shook the guilty thoughts from her head, and wiped the sweat on her palm on the jeans she was wearing. She examined each of the people there, making sure none of them was the agent. An old lady wearing overpowering rose perfume, a young woman arguing on the phone, and a man in his fifties, reading the magazines on the table. Andrea winced as she saw the title of the magazine, Famous Young Women Getting Fit This Year. Gross old man, drooling over young girls, Andrea shivered. 

The old lady sitting next to her smiled. "You look lovely dear." 

Andrea gave her a slight smile, not wanting to make conversation. 

"I told him again and again, my husband, don't spend money on cars, and what does he do, he goes and buys 'imself one." the old woman laughed. "so I go to the bank to get a loan, and the lady says I can't because we've borrowed to much. And I say "We haven't borrowed any." an' she says, we did, on two other cars, so I goes home and John lies to me he never bought nothing, and I told him to sell those cars right that minute-" 

"Excuse me," Andrea said quickly, "I need to use the bathroom." 

She went into the ladies, which was beside the mens, and splashed water on her face, trying to cool herself down, and to get rid of the sweat. Redoing her red lipstick, she heard the door bang in the men's through the wall. She didn't take much notice, until she heard hushed conversation. "Do you have it? The boss is getting impatient." 

"Yes I have it, but I won't risk leaving my place, he'll have to send someone to mine. I have someone watching me every time I leave the house." 

Andrea frowned, and leaned her ear against the wall, slipping the lipstick into her jean's pocket. It must be the agents. 

"Very well, you better not disappoint him, Williamson, or else he'll find you, and he'll kill you." said that cold voice again. 

"Moran, you know I won't." 

Ding. 

Andrea froze as her phone received a message. The men had gone silent. She held her breath. 

"Someone's listening." 

Andrea heard the door to the men's swing open, and then crash shut. She ran to one of the toilet compartments, and locked the door, breathing hurriedly. 

She heard the door on to the ladies opening, and her heart rate quickened. She sat on the toilet, and picked her feet up onto the lid, so no one would see her feet from underneath the door. 
Footsteps drew closer, as the doors to each separate toilet banged open. Andrea hugged her knees, closing her eyes as the door next to her compartment smashed open. 

"Excuse me, this area is for women only, kindly get out of here-" a quiet woman's voicesaid, and then sudden;y stopped. "Williamson, what are you doing in there!? With another man as well, in the ladies! You could have told me you were gay, instead of leading me on, you asked me out, and now I find-" 

"I am not gay, Miss Anderson, now, leave quietly and pretend this never happened." said Williamson's icy voice. The cock of a gun clicked. Miss Anderson drew a sharp breath, and backed out. 

"Come on." Moran said sternly. "Let's get out of here." The two men walked out of the ladies, leaving Andrea shaking. 

Several minutes later, she walked out into the sitting room. There was one man, sitting in the corner, smoking, in a black suit. He had pale blond hair, and icy blue eyes. That must be Moran, thought Andrea. Looking around, her gaze met that of Williamson's. His eyebrows came down in a frown, and his eyes narrowed. Oh no, he knows it was me in the bathroom. Taking a calming breath, Andrea went to the front desk. The messaged she had received in the bathroom had been a warning that the police were outside the building, and closing in. Williamson was walking up behind her, as the woman behind the desk smiled. "What can I do for you?" 

Andrea pulled the gun out, leveling it with the woman's head. "I want four million pounds." 

Everyone in the room -with the exception of Moran and Williamson- gasped. 

"I-I-I ca-a-an't." the woman stuttered in shock. 

Andrea gave a cold smile. "Then I'll have to blow your brains out." 

"EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" screamed a voice. 

Finally, the police, thought Andrea. She whisked around, and fired. It was then that she realized the man she had shot was Agent Brown. 

She stood there in shock, seeing his eyes widen with surprise as he sank to the floor, blood flowing from his chest. "B-bro-" 

A hand grabbed her forearm, and dragged her to the side door. She realized it was Moran, he had run across the room with Williamson, to get her, as they evacuated themselves. As they backed out, Moran aimed his gun at the woman behind the desk. "If anyone moves, I will kill this woman." he then said quietly to Andrea. "Who the hell are you?" 

"I'm no one." she said as calmly as she could, even though her heart was breaking. I have killed Brown. Her Brownie. The man I loved. 

The police were standing hesitantly at the front of the door, as Moran backed out of the fire exit, with Williamson and Andrea. "Don't fire!" Inspector Lestrade yelled.

When they were outside the building, Moran and Williamson ran to the road, where a long black car was waiting. Moran was still holding Andrea roughly, pointing the gun at her. "Get in." 

Andrea did as she was told, sliding in the back, with the boys on either side of her. She felt her body shaking, in excitement, shock and sudden grief at what she had done. 

But she had done it. She was with Moriarty's men, and Brown would be proud. As the car pulled away, screeching around the streets, Andrea heard an ambulance. Maybe Brown was alive. 

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