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Jim sat at his computer, bored. All his current plans have been carried out and no one needed him to forge papers or steal money from other various rivals. He closed his laptop and decided that he was going to assign an employee to entertain him. Somehow, anyhow.
He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a folder containing hiring information on his employees. Who would be a good candidate to entertain him? Not Hayes, he was part of the clean up crew with a dull sense of humor and boring personality. Not Meyers either. He was the one who drove him everywhere he needed to go and Meyers gave him the creeps, which is why he paid the man extra to never talk to him.
Ah, Sebastian Moran. Ex-military man, his sniper. He might be the proper candidate to entertain him. After all, they had at least one thing in common: they liked to watch people die. While Moran was the one who actually pulled the trigger, Jim enjoyed watching people suffer.
He threw the folder back in the drawer and reached over the desk to grab his mobile. He slid his finger up the touch screen, prompting the password box to appear and entered the code. Under ‘contacts’ he found Sebastian’s number and pressed ‘message’.
“Moran, I’m in need of your assistance. –JM”
He impatiently tapped his fingers on the desk. As an employee of Jim’s, Sebastian was supposed to have his mobile on him at all times. His phone vibrated.
“Tell me when and where. –SM”
He quickly typed back, “Not another job. Just bored. Entertain me. –JM”
Sebastian’s response was slow and disappointingly short.
“Oh. How am I supposed to do that? –SM”
“I don’t bloody know. Tell me about your favorite kill or something. Don’t leave out any details. –JM”
Sebastian took a while to respond, leaving Jim not only bored but irritated. He had begun to pace his flat, stopping to stare out his window wondering whether he should just go and find some trouble of his own when his mobile vibrated with a series of texts.
“It was one of the jobs you assigned me, in Germany last year. It was a man named Schulz. I wasn’t given details. It wasn’t just a hit and clean up job. [1/8] –SM”
“I tailed him all day, finally ending at an underground night club. I drugged his drink when he wasn’t looking. The place was too packed for anyone to notice. [2/8] –SM”
“I took him to this warehouse, 50 miles from the town he was staying in. Hung his wrists up with chains. When he woke up he squirmed. His- [3/8] –SM”
“mouth was taped over. His eyes wide with fear. He was sweating heavily. Not a big man. Pissed his pants he was so scared. Swore he did nothing wrong. I- [4/8] –SM”
“told him I wouldn’t be here if he had done nothing wrong. That made him beg for his life. Told him to shut up, sliced his cheek with a knife. He put on a brave face. [5/8] –SM”
“Thought I was there to only rough him up. I took a hammer, smashed his knees pretty good. Broke the knee caps, made the strain on his wrists heavier. Then- [6/8] –SM”
“I dragged the tip of a knife lightly across his throat, to make him bleed but not cut any major arteries. Bruised him up a bit with my knuckles. Put a bullet between- [7/8] –SM”
“his eyes. Disposed of him. End of story. [8/8] –SM”
After reading the description of this murder, Jim ached to drag a knife across someone’s body. He loved knives. Sebastian’s story had brought a spark to his mind and he knew what he wanted to do. The cogs in his mind already forming a new plan, not for work but for… entertainment purposes. Somebody always got hurt when Jim Moriarty was bored.
“Get your duffle bag ready. I’ll be at your door in 20 minutes. –JM”
“Thought your jobs for me were dry at the moment? –SM”
“They are. We’re going out to look for one ourselves. –JM”
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Jim arrived in his sleek black Chrysler in front of Sebastian’s dingy flat and texted the man to meet him downstairs. In less than a minute Sebastian was climbing into the backseat of the car, gun bag on the floor at his feet and awaiting orders from Jim.
Sebastian knew better than to question his boss and so he sat silent while the car drove the streets of London aimlessly until Jim abruptly shouted “STOP” to the driver. Well, he didn’t shout it but it was so silent in the car that it sounded like he had.
They were stopped outside a busy bar; people tumbling in, people stumbling out. Jim ordered for the car to be parked outside the bar once they got out and Sebastian followed Jim inside, gun bag left in the car but a revolver hidden on him. Sebastian never let Jim out of his sight, following behind at an appropriate distance while Jim ordered a drink at the bar. Once he had a glass at hand he found a spot to scope the room for his next victim.
Jim sipped his drink casually, calculating each person’s level of drunkenness. He could tell who would be a screamer and who would keep their dignity longest. The latter was always the fun ones because they lasted longest. He couldn’t just abduct someone obviously in a group. So the single hunters of the night it would be; the men who came to bars by themselves hoping to get lucky.
At the back of the bar, a man of medium build was attempting to chat up a blonde who was way out of his league. She was clearly disinterested but he kept trying to get her attention to the point of becoming aggressive. Sebastian could see them man Jim was eyeing and when Jim gave the nod, it was time for Sebastian to step in and claim their victim of the night.