I was discussing this with cheshiresden, and she offered to write it for me. <3 Thank you, Che. You are absolutely amazing.
It had been raining most of the day and the sky was still covered by dark clouds by the time Sebastian parked the car. Stepping out he opened an umbrella, the rain having turned into a steady drizzle that had soaked the path the sniper walked on thoroughly. He hated the rain, had always hated it but today it also brought a growing melancholy that surrounded the entire area. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket he took out a pack of cigarettes and his favorite lighter.
A gift from Jim. Not that Jim would approve of his second in command smoking on this day. But Sebastian really needed a smoke and Jim would have to be satisfied with him wearing one of the suits his tailor had made for him. The sniper hated them even more than the rain. Sebastian snorted shortly at these thoughts while lighting a cigarette, dragging the smoke deeply into his lungs. Jim always said this would kill him one day but Moran knew that this wasnât the case. He often joked then that cancer was scared of him but he didnât feel particularly for joking today.
The gravel of the small path made wet crunching noises under his Italian leather shoes and Moran had made sure to polish them until they were spotless. Everything for the boss, as always. Another lungful of smoke was exhaled, immediately carried away by the strong breeze that pulled on the umbrella, made the coattails of his suit flutter and sent sprays of water into the manâs face. Sebastian grimaced but continued onwards, checking his clock. He was still on time and for some reason he felt strangely proud of it. He stopped by a small bench, sitting down on it after wiping wetness off the dark metal.
âHey Jim.â He turned his gaze to the right, grinning slightly. Today it felt quite easy to smile despite the dreadful weather and the suit and tie that felt like they were about to suffocate him. âThings went well with Harris. Turned out to be rather easy in the end. So we can continue with the expansion as planned.â
He lifted his head for a moment, staring into the dark sky.
âUnfortunately Dekker was not so lucky. Got caught in an explosion and lost his right hand. I still think heâs worth keeping around.â
 He fell silent for a moment as he waited, then nodded.
âI knew youâd agree. Oh yeah- I have seen the doctor. He got a girlfriend now. And there are rumors in the vines that Holmes is alive as you already predicted.â Sebastian laughed shortly but there was no humor in his voice. âI guess I have to get ready for the big event then. Itâs strange but I almost donât care anymore that youâre so obsessed with him.â
He flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his shoe.
âYeah, yeah, no worries- I donât intend to get myself killed. Iâm neither stupid nor suicidal. You didnât hire a moron, right?â He chuckled again, this time sounding amused as he run a hand through his now damp hair. âI need a hair cut again. Or else Iâll look like a hippie and that wouldnât go well with the suit. Presentation is everything.â
He mimicked Jimâs voice then grinned.
âBut as you can see, things are going well.â
The sniper paused for a moment then let his eyes wander again over the white marble square laying on the ground a few steps away in front of him.
âEven without you. But you did make sure that I would be able to keep your little empire running, you twat. Bloody got me caught in your spider web and didnât intend to let me go afterwards.â He reached into his suit jacket once again, taking out a small parcel. âI got this today in the mail. With a card. Happy birthday to me, you bastard. Dead people donât send gifts.â
He unwrapped it and took out a small dark box, opening it. Inside in a satin cover laid an expensive watch. Sebastian stared at the gift then simply closed it again and stood up, placing it on the gravestone that read âRichard Brookâ.
âSorry Jim, but I canât take this. Next time you better give it to me yourself. I hate getting gifts in the mail.â He felt his throat tighten, fighting for composure for a moment. âSo you better show up next year because Iâm not going to come here all the time to drop your fucking gifts. Especially not in this abysmal weather.â
Sebastianâs fingers trembled this time as he run them through his hair once more.
âYou hear me, Jim? You better show up. Because if you donât Iâll fucking find you, wherever you are. Holmes is still alive. Donât tell me you didnât plan that in advance. Thereâs no way he outsmarted you.â His voice grew louder, causing a few ravens to fly up from a nearby tree, cawing in protest. The sniper fell silent again, clutching the umbrella firmly. âI need to head back to work. You should at leastâŠcall. Or send me a postcard from whatever bloody island youâre on.â he muttered then, closing his eyes, another cold and wet gust of wind blowing into his face. âItâs cold. I hope youâre enjoying your fancy cocktails in the sun. When youâre back Iâll go on holidays too. I deserve it.â
He slowly turned and started to walk back towards the car. He didnât look back but he could have sworn he heard Jimâs voice.Â
/Bye bye, âBastian~ Next time make sure your tie matches your suit~/
That was the moment when he started to run.
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