Prologue
James Moriarty, the brightest and most dangerous mind in England, was just about to give up on finding "The Man". For years his feelings were pure disappointment, losing count of how many men and a few women have tried to please the Irishman's wishes and expectations. Was it really this difficult to find that person that could do everything he needed and wanted? He had four of his assistants trying to find someone, anyone; at this point everything was just good enough for a job interview. Many ended up badly, most of them didn't even manage to do a tryout, and the other bit didn't even last a month. All hope was lost, he needed someone and he was just too tired to keep trying, so decided that maybe that kind of person didn't exist at all.
One unexpected day, one of Moriarty's assistants was running out of ideas of where to find someone for the job that as a last resort he decided to look where nobody had looked before, military files. It took him almost two hours to find that one file. The assistant opened the file and what he saw was extraordinary. Colonel Sebastian Moran; dishonorably discharged for military incompetence and shooting a fellow companion while on duty. The assistant read throughout the file and found that this man had nerves of steel, amazing skills in body combat, weaponry knowledge, and war strategy thinking. A strong and, for what he read, an intimidating leader, one everyone respected and almost feared, the perfect man. The assistant couldn't even let go of the file in his hands as he kept reading; the Colonel was perfect and all those highlights in the file were not what the assistant thought, until he read the most extraordinary thing. The Colonel had a flawless reputation; he not only was an expert in body combat and weaponry knowledge but also, he was part of the elite sniper team where his reputation started. Never missed a target.
The assistant didn't waste more time and decided to give the file to James first thing in the morning. The Irishman took it but didn't even bother to look at it at all for several hours. It was only after he was done working that he glanced at the file and finally opened it. The room fell into a deep silence and eventually Jim put down the file with a wide smile; sending his men to start looking for the Colonel immediately. The file's last record was almost three years ago which made the criminal wonder if he would indeed find this Colonel, hoping he didn't end up in jail, lost in drugs, alcohol or worse, dead.