Moriarty stood in front of the many monitors, dark, sleek eyes trained on only one. Normal people would have been a bit unnerved to be behind two dead men slumped in the chairs, bloody, but not Jim Moriarty. In fact, he was the one that put the bullets in the back of their heads. He wasn't too pleased he had to do it, but it needed to be done. He's been looking for years now for a right hand man for his organization. Sure, he had countless drones, clients and the couple of smart-ish men who did his deeds, but he needed someone more. A man who would stand by him at every turn and do his bidding, but was more capable then other simpletons.
It wasn't an easy task, and that eerked him more then anything. This mans IQ was through the roof, and nothing was hard for him. But right when he was just about to give up, a quaint little story crossed him. An Army sniper was dishonorable discharged for shooting without order. That's a man who's useful.
So, he easily tracked down every record about the Army dog, and Jim Moriarty finally made his choice. Sebastian Moran. IQ 168, trained sniper (Best within the contrary some would say), had a Master's in chemistry, and has been deemed insane.
So, after Jim made sure Moran was perfect for job as his chief of staff, he made his way to the Army's underground prison ward. So, he now stood, staring at the lone man in the only insane asylum sector. Moriarty found it amusing that Moran was the only one in it.
On the monitor, Moriarty watched the tall man in the straight jacket, sat without motion in the dirty white room. He had short black hair, a bit of scruff on his set jaw. Moran intrigued Moriarty, more so then should be necessary. Someone insane would not be so calm in a blank room, staring with chocolate brown eyes at the door. Someone built on anger and rage as the records say would not be so still.
With a sigh, Moriarty took the keys from one of the dead men's belt, scuffing and kicking the body to the ground. "Your filthily blood got on my cuff. I'll be sure to kill your daughter when I'm done." He said, then walked out.
After walking through the maze, he finally reached the farthest end of the ward, and unlocked the first door to the asylum. It was empty, not even guards were around. This intrigued the small man even more. As he casually made his way through the ward, stopping in front of the door where the insane man sat in. He decided not to comment on how he couldn't reach the window to look in, instead, he simply opened the door and pulled it open, putting his hands in his pants pockets, smirking at Moran. "Hello Seb dear." Moriarty said, and Moran proceeded to intrigue him more as he smirked back.
"Scottish?" Moran asked, voice deep. That was to be expected considering his height and lean muscles from being in the Army. A bit guff, obviously a smoker.
Moriarty shrugged. "Yes. Problem?"
"No." Moran just kept that amused smirk on.
"Good." Moriarty said, walking into the room and looking around. "Tell me this, Seb. Why isn't there anybody in this ward?" He asked, looking down at the man, he only shrugged. Well, tried to. The straight jacket restricted his movements greatly.
"No one laughed." He said, staring up at Moriarty. He was amazed the Moran was so brave to do so. Most who looked into Moriarty's eyes would look away, seeing the dark intelligence. But not Moran.
"Excuse me?" Moriarty asked, not connecting the answer to his question. This was new. He hated not knowing.
But Moran only continued to smirk. "No one laughed around here. So, at night, I would break out of the room and kill the guards who beat the patients' when they laughed."
Moriarty smiled. Yes. This man is perfect for the job. "Care for a job?" Moriarty asked, and the man rolled his eyes, which almost infuriated Jim Moriarty. No one rolled eyes at him.
"No, I'm quite fine here. Though, they seem to be late for my lunch." With a sigh, Moran stood easily and broke the straight jacket, and Moriarty stared in almost awe. Moran stood at a good six foot five, but he wasn't buff. As he took the jacket off, Moriarty could see he was very lean. Moriarty easily deduced he had at least a ninety percent muscle mass. Yes, this man would be very useful.
"I'm not asking anymore, Seb darling." Moriarty said, face going serious. "You will work for me."
Moran laughed, walking past Moriarty and into the ward. Moriarty followed, rage becoming inflamed. "Look, little man, I doubt you want me anywhere near whatever you're doing. Dunno if you noticed, but I'm insane." Moran hopped over the desk, going down and rummaging around.
"Yes, I know. Hence why you're perfect. I need a chief of staff." Moriarty said, putting his hands back in his pants as Moran popped back up, leaning on the desk as he began to eat an apple.
"Chief of staff? Hm, sounds interesting. What do you do?"
Moriarty thought about it. What was he? His job didn't have a name, so he decided to simply say what he did. "I help people take care of their special problems. Kill off whoever anyone needs. Stuff like that." Moriarty shrugged.
Moran laughed. "Kinda like a consulting criminal?"
Moriarty stood there for a second. He liked that. He liked it a lot. "Yes, you could say that."
Moran shrugged and hopped over the desk again. "Alright, sure. Why not?"
The small man beamed. He always got what he wanted. And oh how he wanted Sebastian Moran. They began to walk away together, side by side. The picture was perfect. A mad man and his dog. As they go out of site, you could hear Moriarty talk to Moran. "Oh, and if you call me little again, I'll kill you. Then fire you."