Jim writes it on the inside of Sebastian's hand with a Sharpie, because he's a bastard. Time, place, description. It was an hour and half from then, not nearly as much time as what he would have wanted for himself, but what the boss wants, he gets.
He steps into the shower, because you are clean when you kill. He combs his hair back. Damn, he needs to get it cut. He would do it himself, if the boss didn't always punish him for it. He wears his boots, and whatever the fuck he wants to, because Jim's not around and he really does hate those goddamn suits.
Sebastian checks the weather and the wind speed, quickly scouts out his hiding place. Thank God for Google Maps. He gets there thirty minutes early, because he likes his 'me' time. Assembles his baby, making sure to give her a quick polish. Because you are clean when you kill. He pulls cheap tobacco from his pocket and rolls his own cigarette. Not because he's some fucking purist, not because he can't afford it (God knows he can afford anything now.) but because that's how he has done it since he was fifteen, and he's not going to change that for anything - or anyone.
Sebastian learned to count at the second little school he went to in the long line of schools. He counted the meals he got, and when he ate them. He counted the cards that he learned to play, he counted every punch that made its mark. He counted the drags on each cigarette he placed in his lips since he started smoking. He counted his own heartbeats, because that's what he was trained to do, and pull the trigger in between the heavy pounds in his ear.
And he does pull the trigger. It's a clean shot : back of the head. It always is when it comes to him. Smoke limp in his mouth, he lights up another because he needs it to stop the packed away; boots charge down the stairs. The car pulls away from the curb when sirens finally sound and lights bright the deathly night.
Now, he goes back. To his boss, his own personal maniac. Because that's Sebastian Moran now. Boss, suits, boss, kill, boss, fancy drinks, Jim, money, boss, kill, boss, punch, sleep. Although he doesn't get much of the latter these days. But no matter what . . .
Sebastian always goes back.