James Moriarty was frustrated, he needed more help with his empire, oh the people that he had flit in and out doing jobs for him were OK, for the time being. He needed some one skilled to take out his enemies and get the clients that he had his eye on. He needed an assassin or a sniper, well a jack of all trades really.
Now where were those files of potentials he'd researched last month, urgh Doris… had been in here tidying up again. Getting up he called down the hallway. "Doris, have you been putting my files away again? Where's the job file..?" A minute later a call came back up the hallway. "Why don't you check the file cabinet Jim Love." Shaking his head Jim smirked, idiot why did I not look there.
Searching the cabinet, he found the file and flicking through his eye was caught by one face… smiling he picked up the phone and started to dial out.
Ever since Sebastian had been released from the war on his dishonorable discharge he had been looking for jobs here and there, small things. Random things. He was an assassin one day, a bodyguard the next, and then a mechanic the following day. He even dog sat at one point, he enjoyed that a bit, being a dog person as he was.
But eventually, the randomness of jobs and the scarceness of jobs was getting to him. He didn't know what to do with himself if there was no job to perform. He wanted something to do, anything.
He was standing out on his balcony, smoking a cigarette [his fifth of the day] when he heard his phone ringing. His brow furrowed, and then he realized that maybe it was a job calling. He grinned and quickly answered the phone, cigarette in mouth. "…'ello?" he answered.
While he waited for an answer on the end of the phone, he pulled a file out of his desk drawer. This file was filled with targets he need to remove, suddenly there was an answer on the phone.. "…'ello?" "Hello, is this Sebastian Moran? …I'm calling to offer you a job. If interested you will be given a trial job to do and depending on your performance, you will also be given a series of other tasks to do. We will make a decision after that. If selected you will be offered a contract for life and a very healthy pay scale."
Searching quickly through his file, Jim selected a couple of jobs and made a note of the ones he wanted doing a.s.a.p. "So Mr Moran, what do you think, would you like to try for a job on our team. If interested, a job will be allocated to you and you will be observed, before we bring you into the office for the next stage of the interview process. You have two hours to think about this, we will ring you back in two hours. Goodbye for now Mr Moran."
Hanging up the phone, he sorted out the details and put them into an envelope ready for George to take to Moran and for George to observe him, how ever intrigued Jim was in this man, he would not be meeting him just yet. If he didn't work out he need to keep his anonymity.
Sebastian frowned as the man explained himself and then hung up abruptly. He glanced at his phone and called the number back, hoping to speak to the man. He didn't need two hours to think about his answer, he thought and scoffed. Having any job was better than not, and having one job, secured for life with a good pay scale? That was more than Seb had ever expected to hear from a potential boss.
He waited a bit impatiently for the man on the other end of the anonymous number to pick up and answer the damned phone.
Stretching Jim stood and paced around the room, though he hadn't got more than three steps before the phone started ringing. Smirking he stood, watching the phone ring. Imagining how frustrated the man on the other end was becoming. Yes Jim was pretty certain that it was Mr Moran on the other end of the phone, counting to ten he waited before picking up the receiver and answering.
"So you have made up your mind then Moran..?"
"I made up my mind when you hung up." he growled. "I'll take your offer, most graciously." he said and smiled into the phone. "And call me Sebastian. Mr. Moran has been dead over 10 years now." he said simply. "If you want to put something before my last name, it's Colonel. Colonel Moran." he said simply. "Now, about your job?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sending someone to bring me the information, or will I be meeting you in person?"
Chuckling Jim held the phone away from his face for a moment as he scanned Moran's file. "I know exactly who and what you are Moran. 10yrs ago you watched your father and brother die and you were left raising your youngest brother. Except her an away a few years ago and you've been flitting around doing any job you could find since then." Taking a pause Jim, closed the file on Moran. "You will be meeting an associate of mine to start with, I never get close to new employee's till they have proved themselves. You will be contacted soon, good day Moran I look forward to eventually meeting you."
"As I look forward to meeting you, sir." he said and sighed. He hung up his phone and stared at it a moment, saving the number just in case. He smiled suddenly and nearly yelled in excitement. "Finally a fucking REAL job!" he exclaimed and fist pumped the air in success.
He sat around his flat, patiently waiting to hear from an associate of the man whom had called earlier. He was getting a bit impatient and actually worried it had been a sham.
George sat in the car driving to the destination Jim had given him, on the seat beside him a briefcase containing instructions for Moran. Also in the case is a dismantled rifle, with one piece missing. Jim wanted to throw in a silly test, he was sure Moran would pick up on it and have the simple solution for it. After another five minutes reading his paper George folded it up and got out of the car taking the briefcase with him.
Walking up the road to the building where Moran was staying he entered quietly. Knocking on the young man's door he waited as he listened to the footsteps and the sound of the opening door. Looking at the young man he smiled, holding up the briefcase. "Moran, hello the names George I will be your driver this evening. Your instructions and equipment are contained in the briefcase. When you have read them I will be ready to drive you."
Sebastian frowned and eyed the man and the briefcase skeptically. He took the case and opened it, noticing right away the rifle and the missing piece. "Lucky I have spare parts…might even have some of this make." he mumbled to himself, admiring the gun. "What a beauty…" he added quietly. He set the rifle to the side and started leafing through the paperwork. "So…I've gotta kill someone as a test?" He asked, sounding a bit bored by how easy the test would be. "That's a piece of cake. Hope he plans to have things more challenging in the future."
Chuckling George watched and listened to Moran. "Don't worry lad ya'll be do much bigga jobs in no time fa tha boss. So ya ready ta get going lad, because I dinna have all day ta hang around with ya lad." Walking towards the door, he pauses waiting to see if Moran was coming. Opening up the door he walked off down the corridor and outside to the waiting car. Opening up the door for Moran he waited a moment for him to climb in. "Lets get this show on tha road lad."