As Sherlock and Jim stared at each other, Sherlock still pointing the pistol at the gun jacket, 'Stayin' Alive' by the Bee Gees started playing, filling the silent room with sound. Sherlock and John looked around, confused. Closing his eyes for a brief moment and sighing, Jim asked, "Do you mind if I get that?"
"No, no, please. You've got the rest of your life," Sherlock replied nonchalantly.
Jim took his phone out of his pocket, answering it. "Hello?"
It was Sebastian Moran.
"Hey. Uh.. boss? Your high score in Flappy Bird is 12, right?"
"Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" Jim asked.
'Sorry', Jim mouthed to Sherlock at which Sherlock mouthed back with a sarcastic 'oh, it's fine'. Jim rolled his eyes as he listened to Sebastian continuing to speak.
As he turned around quickly, Sebastian explained, "Well, I beat it. My score is 13 now." Jim then quickly turned back around, his face showing that he was infuriated.
"Say that again!" Jim said loudly into the phone. "
"I got 13 in Flappy Bird..? I got a cheat, you know. I could give it to you."
"Say that again, and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you," he said, hissing out the s in skin. "Wait."
Jim lowered his phone, walking forward and making Sherlock adjust his grip on the pistol.
"Sorry. Wrong day to die," Jim announced.
"Oh. Did you get a better offer?" Sherlock asked quite casually.
Jim then turned around and started walking away. "You'll be hearing from me Sherlock." He strolled back around the pool and towards the door where he made his entrance, getting the phone to his ear again.
"So, if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes."
"Alright then, boss.."