The job had ended up being more complicated than he thought it’d be. Stupid fucker had hired security. When would they learn that that wouldn’t be enough to stop Sebastian Moran? If anything he relished the challenge. Meant more of a chance to show off. He’d positioned himself on the roof, watching the security team act like they knew what they were doing. The thick fucks thought they’d be safest on a higher floor – All that did was make it easier for the sniper. Four quick shots and they were all dead. Four flicks of the trigger was all it took for Sebastian Moran to end four lives. No wonder he had a God complex.
He arrived back at the penthouse a little after midnight, a soft curse leaving his lips as the door slammed shut behind him. His bag was slung over his shoulder, his shirt sleeves rolled up and tie loosened as he strutted into the room looking entirely pleased with himself. “Ran into a bit of trouble. He hired security. Think he knew I was coming.” His bag dropped down beside the sofa with a thud, his foot kicking it neatly to the side before dropping down into the seat. He’d clean his gun tomorrow, right now all he wanted was a large whiskey. “Don’t worry though. Sorted them all.” Head tilted back against the cushion for a moment as his fingers lifted to pull off his tie and unbutton the first few shirt buttons.
Once he’d made himself comfortable enough his gaze lifted to watch Jim, an eyebrow arching. “Alright then, what’re you doing?” A gesture towards the writing on the window. “Take a fucking break, won’t you? Your incredible sniper just completed yet another perfect job, the least you can do is have a drink with me. Doesn’t even have to be alcoholic. I’ll make you tea, if you want. Or coffee. You look like you could use it.” A faint grin before his tone softened. “Did you eat dinner? Was thinking of ordering some food – I’m fucking starving.” Another pause. “Or you can keep working away but I’ll just be sitting here annoying you so you may as well join me for ten minutes.”
𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. “𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.
[ 𝙼 → 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 ];; 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝. 𝟸𝟾𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚍. 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
“𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑’𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙--- 𝙰𝚑, 𝚝𝚎𝚊. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑.” 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛.
“𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍. “𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊, 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛.”
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