Sebastian leaned back in his comfy chair on the jet. He still wasn't used to his high-class lifestyle, even after all these years with Jim Moriarty. Back in his days as a military sniper, Sebastian was trained to endure the absolute worst, including terrain and torture.

Speaking of torture, the girl they had recently kidnapped looked like she was going to vomit out of anxiety. Sebastian had wanted to throw her in the cargo hold, but Jim insisted on a first-class seat in their compact jet. Of course, she was also gagged and tied at the hands and feet. Jim was a classy fellow, but he wasn't stupid.

"Hey Seb," Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. "How's our captive doing?"

"About the same since you went to annoy the pilot." He hardly glances up from his favorite gun, which he was polishing meticulously.

"Hm. I thought she'd be at least hyperventilating by now. Oh well," Jim slid into the chair next to the prisoner. "We'll just have to find other ways to have fun, won't we Molly?"

Oh, so that was her name. Sebastian never bothered to learn the names of people he was killing/kidnapping. It was easier to point, shoot, point, shoot. Since Jim openly told him Molly's name, he assumed that this would be no ordinary feat. Then again, when was anything with Jim ordinary?

"When's my next appointment, Seb?" The consulting criminal turns to him.

"James, I thought when I signed on for this it meant I just had to do your dirty work, not that I had to memorize your schedule."

"Come on, Tiger, I have both of ours memorized."

"That's because you make my schedule!" Sebastian rolls his eyes at his employer.

Jim pouts. "Well, I seemed to have forgotten when our next appointment was. Is it tonight or tomorrow?"

The sniper goes through his mental planner. "We're assassinating the Prime Minister of Turkey's daughter in two days, I'm sure of that. We're free for at least- well, at least for the next twelve hours."

James laughs like he had just remembered some long-forgotten joke. "Oh yes. The game. I nearly forgot that the game has started. So what do you think, Ms. Hooper?" His attention turns back to Molly. "Do you think dear Greg will play our little game?"

Molly obviously cannot respond due to the gag in her mouth, but she shoots a look at Jim that's supposed to be lethal. She's clearly convinced that her beau- was his name really Greg? That's another name Sebastian had never cared to learn- will play the game the two set up.

The pilot breaks the tension by making an announcement over the intercom. "Landing in Florence in five minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts."

The consulting criminal and his sniper comply as Molly shoots them a puzzled look.

"Oh, that's right, she doesn't know the rules of the game." Jim almost laughed. "They're not hard, just some riddles that will lead your man around God's green Earth for twelve hours until he finds you. Alive or dead, that's not really up to us."

Sebastian grins maliciously as he stores his gun in its case. With any luck, he'll be needing it in the next few hours.


Chapter written by Sophia_the_fangirl! Let us know what you think.

~Kate