The Other Side - BBC Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Operation Roulette

Angel

Having got Jim out of the way for a while it was time to get to work on my real mission, Operation Roulette, assigned to me by Mycroft Holmes, brother of the man whose life I just saved. I don't usually work in partnership with anyone but this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up on. The idea is to get inside Moriarty's circle of trust, before dismantling his entire system from the inside. So far, so good, Mycroft keeps accusing me of having too much fun though.

Knowing that the coast is clear I dial the number of Sebastian Moran, Jim's right-hand man. He quickly picks up and I simply say "Regent's Park, ten minutes." Not leaving him time to reply I hang up, knowing that he'll be there. Today I plan to start turning Moran against his employer and in turn vice versa, which may be a lengthy process but then again maybe not.

I arrive at the park only about 30 seconds before I see the stern face of Moran emerge. He is a short man, but his height is made up for by the sheer size of his biceps, the size of watermelons. He has a red, piggy face which makes him look like he permanently confused. His feeble attempts at looking intimidating only result in his face twitching awkwardly. "Hello there Seb." I say, with the direct intention of annoying him.

"It's Sebastian" he growls, only amusing me.

"Sorry Seb" I reply in a voice so happy that it sounds fake (which it is). Upon seeing his reddening face the smile on my face becomes real though. Deciding that I've had enough of pissing him off, I get down to business. "So, you and I are going to Burger King," I turn on my heel and walk off, him following just behind me. As our destination comes into sight, Sebastian catches up with me and asks

"Why are we going here again?" I shoot him a look as if it's obvious.

"Because I'm hungry, duh." I reply, a tone of annoyance in my voice although he had no way of knowing this. Once I've ordered and collected my food I head towards a table just outside. Motioning for him to join me, I go over what I'm about to say in my head. I take a deep breath and begin. "So are you all set for tomorrow?" I ask him, although I know full well that he has no idea what I'm talking about.

"Um, tomorrow?" he questions. Feigning confusion I continue as planned,

"Jim didn't tell you? Hm, I wonder why?" I hope that he doesn't sense the sarcasm in my voice, "Basically, you need to 'acquire' Mycroft Holmes. Oh, and try not to disturb Jim between now and then, he's not in the best mood." I silently plead that he doesn't see through my lies. Luckily it seems like he buys it; smiling to myself in satisfaction, I send him a curt nod of confirmation. "I'll send you all of the relevant information and that will be all thank you." I finish and leave him at the table.

Later that night I retreat to my room, feigning sickness, to brief Sebastian on the plan for tomorrow. Although when I say plan that implies that Jim who is, after all, Seb's boss knows about it. He doesn't. This is all part of my intricate conspiracy against Moriarty. I also send a copy of the plan to Mycroft so that he can make the necessary arrangements so as not to be kidnapped. The message reads as follows:

Seb, be at the Diogenes Club at 11:30 and find a way inside, Mycroft will arrive shortly after. You are to bring him unharmed to Moriarty.

-AD

It is short, yet I know that both of the recipients will know what I need them to. If all goes to plan, tomorrow a certain Sebastian Moran will be arrested.

When morning arrives I have to pretend that it is a normal day and that I am not about to become responsible for the arrest of Moran. I flash a tired smile in the direction of Jim as he prepares to go out. Seeing that he has ditched his usual sleek Westwood suit and instead opted for jeans, I ask what he's going to do even though I know. He sighs at the thought of what he is about to endure before replying "An audition for reading the kids bedtime stories on telly", I snicker loudly at the idea of it. He grimaces at the idea but states that it has to be done. I nod my head in agreement. "I think I'm going to need some moral support Ang, come with me?" I grudgingly agree, knowing that I will have a hard time trying to resist his persuasive skills anyway. "Right then Mrs Brook, it's a date."