@samenkomen Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM
Moriarty lifts his cheek just in time to keep it from making contact with that brick wall. The bullet had justgone past both of them. He had heard the direction it was from. He knows its exact caliber and make, BETTER than moran that it was pointless to compare. A silent sneer rises from Moriarty, sounding more like a hiss.Moran knows best of all that he doesn’t like to be touched—-but no, that can wait. The Criminal steps backward out of SPITE, new shoes scraping the asphalt to bring his view of the city back to him again for a quick glance atthe shooter. A classic rooftop for high ground. What a BORE, and that makes it worse than a shot made in challenging conditions——-at HIM.
He steps back to his sniper and out of the line of fire, his large, round obsidian eyes snapping to Moran forhis misdemeanor. Oh, if they had time and he had another Living Moran, he would have him KILLED rightnow. Disgust wrinkles at the lines from his nose. Soft, pale fingers lift to the sides of his coat’s lapel and he straightens them hard and sharp. Moriarty’s gloved hands dust the fabric down once.
“ This is about Serbia again, ordinary people trying Not to play Dumb. ” He rolls his eyes while his necktwists. His stare ends to the side of his shoulder to an obstructed view of the Gherkin tower. “ Well, what are you waiting for? Get me to safety. ” Moriarty points to the tower. “ Then kill him. Make sure they don’t find the body. ”
