Jim peeked through a hole in the curtain, a grin flickering at the corners of his lips as he watched the familiar merc roll down the drive. his step now a little lighter, the criminal slipped over to the dusty sofa, chuckling as he examined his surroundings for the hundredth time that day. Jim Moriarty was sat in what used to be thew living room of the manor, which was now riddled with rot and peeling wall paper where there used to be intricate gold finery and expensive carpets. he sipped from a delicate china mug and waited impatiently for the car's occupant to arrive, tapping his feet anxiously.
Sebastian trudged up to the broken door and prised it open, sliding the entire thing a meter to the sde before stepping through and replacing it. he stopped outside the closed door to the living room and listened, checking his boss actually was inside before swinging open the door.
Jim looked up at the noise to be greeted by the sight of his favourite sniper leaning against the door frame, grin on his face. "Your late." Seb chuckled and fell into a moulding chair beside Jim. "Why, ya' miss me"
"Barely noticed you were gone."
"sure" Jim couldn't stop himself laughing at Sebastian's sarcasam; he never allowed anyone else to sass him, but Seb was an exception. After a long pause the sniper stood awkwardly and headed towards the door, "going to practice..." He said, shooting the criminal one last look before turning out of sight. Jim sipped his tea again, now a little sulkily, and paced around the room, immediately bored again now that his entertainment had left him for a few tin cans on a fence post.
As he came to his shed, Sebastian wearilly pulled his favourite pistol out of its holster under his arm and carried it loosely before unlockingthe door and hanging it with the others. Humming lightly, the sniper chose a rifle he rarely used and took it back outside, careful to lock the door again behind him. It wasn't that he didnt trust Jim with weapons, in fact he was normally trying to pursuade his boss to carry a pistol, but if the criminal had one of his 'turns' and found it unlocked- in any case, it was imperitive that the shed was secure. Sebastian headed slowly dwn to a line of fence he'd built when jim first bought thed house and sat several battered cans on the bars, trying to make it a little more difficult.