James Moriarty leant against the graffiti covered, concrete wall. He didn't usually do his own dirty work but today he needed to see some blood; he needed to… what did he really need? He hated not knowing things, he always knew, it was half of his business to know. The other half of his business however… Footsteps echoed around the large, empty space and a silhouette swept across the wall followed by the figure of a small, rather anxious looking man in a rather shoddy two-piece suit and not-quite-white shirt with the buttons done up lopsidedly and an amazingly average haircut.
"What?" Jim asked sharply. The man flinched and kept his eyes averted.
"Erm, th-th-there's been a problem." Of course there had been a problem; he knew there had been a problem but that was not why he wanted the man here.
"I'm sure we can sort it out, don't be so jumpy Len." His voice was suddenly friendly and he jumped forward and got right up near Len's face so they were inches from each other.
"Come on Len-Len-Lenny, what's the news?" He enjoyed the way so-called-Len squirmed under his gaze as he tried to work up the courage to convey a message Jim already knew.
"Well the thing is erm… my position in the erm that is to say that…" he stumbled over his sentences and generally tried to avoid the topic in question.
"You were stupid enough to be found digging and now I have lost a useful, if imbecilic, insider in a key government office?" Len paled and his eyes widened. He nodded.
"Oh dear, that is a shame." He walked slowly around the shabby man who kept his face forward, staring at the graffiti on the wall. Jim never understood why people did that when it obviously put them at a disadvantage, was it fear or was it fear of showing it?
He stood directly behind Len then violently grabbed his hair to force his chin upwards and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"I'd say that I'm sorry about the stains on the suit but I'm not because that suit really is terrible."
He drew the knife across Len's neck and blood sprayed across the wall. Usually he would have just shot him but today he was in a cutting kind of mood. He let Len collapse to the floor where blood sporadically gurgled from the gaping wound on the man's neck and pooled about him on the floor.
Jim poked the lifeless corpse with the toe of one of his carefully polished shoes and sighed.
"You all die so easily, it's no fun; you just keel over and DIE." He yelled vehemently at the dead body.
He thought it would make him happy but he just felt empty and he stood there over the deceased man and wondered what was missing.