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"John Watson. Detective Lestrade. Mrs. Hudson." The consulting criminal paced around his office, listing off names to his best sniper. "Those are the people closest to Sherlock Holmes." He and Sebastian were planning the winning move in his game with the detective. By targeting Sherlock's friends, he could eliminate his final problem once and for all.
"Got it boss, we'll have our best snipers on them. But what about Molly Hooper?"
Jim froze on the spot and turned slowly to glare at the man seated in the chair across from him, his tone becoming more serious. "No. Not her."
"But sir," Sebastian continued, "she's one of Holmes' closest friends. He seems to trust her a lot. We ought to have someone on her as well."
Jim felt his temper rising. "Did I stutter? Leave her out of it."
"Why? Do you have feelings for her?" Sebastian stood up as he looked at the so-called "heartless" criminal accusingly.
"Don't test me, Sebastian." Moriarty said in a sing-song voice as he tilted his head towards the sniper and gave him his most threatening glare.
"You're still not over her? After all this time? You were supposed to pretend to date her not to fall in love with her! Jim, you're letting your emotions cloud your judgement!"
"Sebastian, you are stepping out of bounds. I am your boss, so you do not have the power to order me around!" Moriarty yelled back as slammed his fist on his desk.
"I am telling you to get rid of your feelings. I'm not saying this as your employee, but the closest thing you have to a friend." Sebastian leaned forward as he lowers his voice, "I'm adding her to the list, whether you like it or not. She's an important part of this plan and I'm doing what's best for it to work the way we want it to."
In a flash, Moriarty rushed around the desk, grabbed Sebastian by his shirt, and slammed him against the bookshelf, causing a row of books to topple down on them.
"I don't care how important she is to our plan. She isn't a target. Do you understand me?" Moriarty growled in a low tone, trying to refrain himself from inflicting any further physical harm to Sebastian that would cause him to be in a hospital... or worse, a coffin.
"Fine. I won't put a sniper on her," Sebastian came to his senses as he realized the potential bodily harm that could come to him if he disobeyed his boss's orders. Moriarty loosened his grip on him, allowing Sebastian to push him away before storming out of the office.
Moriarty took a deep breath before straightening out his suit and taking a seat behind his desk. His phone vibrated, notifying him that he received a picture from another one of his employees. He glanced down and opened the message, revealing a series of pictures of Molly walking out from her flat and getting into a cab. "How do you hold so much power against me?"