#dominantmoriarty

[thisismyhostage]

+5 need an answer.

             ” ——— Well, as interesting as I’m sure this is, we have more to do than gossip about what I did on my little holiday. Unless, of course, you want to know about the weather in Serbia?”

[mollythepathologist-a]

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Molly was a lot of things, and at the present moment, lost and confused, was at the top of the list. Everything was spinning and the only thing that was hard and still was a name. Molly. It was her name. That much she knew. Her last name was lost to her and she didn't know where that hell she was, but she knew that something was wrong, very wrong.

She couldn't remember anything, everything was a hazy blur and when she stood she almost fell back down, her head was swimming. Reaching to rub at her aching temples she felt a warm dampness there, pulling her hands away she was shocked to find her hand painted with crimson blood and suddenly she was overwhelmed with pain.

Stumbling she made her way down the path, her eyes settling on a shifting figure ahead by around 20 yards. She tried yelling, but found her voice hoarse and weak. It took a few tries before she was able to shout.

"Hello?"

[lancashiresassyoung-archive-blog]

+Moriarty

"Oh. Hi."

[thewxman]

+dominantmoriarty

"Yes, actually..."

                           "—I did miss you."

[stainedcigarettes]

+ 2 Invaders | Greetings

dominantmoriarty

justatrick 

Abigail sat in a brightly lit up lab, it was starting to reach the dead hours of the morning, and the building was relatively quite at this stage, just a few ghost staff pottering around and lots and lots of security, the only sounds where faint typing and the odd footsteps in the hallways. The room was all porcelain white with with heavy almost blinding lighting, most labs where like this, it helped them think, gave a sense of a clear mind. This was the AWE in Adlermason, otherwise known as the Atomic Weapons Establishment. Abigail was a top mechanical engineer, her job was to design weapons and their software and this was what she was doing now, drawing up some blueprints to a new idea she had for something - destructive.

She worked away on her laptop and design papers with headphones and music playing softly, it was boring and lonely around here, so she'd get away with having headphones in while she worked now seeing as no one was around to yell at her. Besides there where very few who could yell at her, she was the head of her department after all. Hearing her door open she pulled the headphones from her hears but assumed it was just the security bringing her some tea, like he always did when she was working late. Who else would it be, there was a highly restricted building only security would have the passcode to open the door to her lab anyways. "Thank you Alan, just place it down on my desk would you?" She called in a pleasant tone trying to mask her tiredness, she had no obligation to be here until this hour but once she had an idea she had to run with it and could't sleep until it was on paper. With no tea or response she turned to see what was wrong with the officer "Alan...  are you o.... who are you? Who let you in here?"

[gunpowderred-archive-blog]

dominantmoriarty entered the crosshairs

"Make it quick, I've got a contract."

[postmxrtems-blog]

+1

dominantmoriarty

            "Why am I not surprised?"

[thepersonalblogofmarymorst-blog1]

{Meme} "Tick, tock, goes the clock Miss M. I told you we'd end up in the position sooner or later." He tuts.

Mary gasped and bit her lip, shaking her head in fear as her heartbeat slowed. “Jim…”