Sebastian had got in a cab about a block away from his flat. He directed the cabbie to the office building and got there just in time to catch his window. He hit the up button on the elevator and climbed in. As he got out he casually checked the cameras. No one would ever notice him. He walked quickly to the stairs and climbed up them. He found the right window and sat down.
He looked out the window at the city passing by. He was just outside the center of London and he spent the better part of an hour just staring at the people passing by. Twenty stories up, they looked so small, so insignificant. So easy to take out.
Seb thought of how insignificant he was before his life with Jim. He was in the army, he even hunted tigers for a while, but he was still nothing. He still just went through the motions and meant nothing. Maybe that's why he killed that civilian in Afghanistan. He was tired of being nothing. Even if he killed to do it, he would make something of his life. Once he was picked up by Jim in that rutty bar, he felt like his life had changed. Suddenly it was unexpected. He was doing something, he held the lives of men in his hands, men who got in Jim's way. He held the power of Jim's criminal empire in his hands and in his bullets. He became the right hand man of the most powerful man in England.
Seb smiled fleetingly as he pulled out his rifle. He had been sitting on the stairs for almost two hours. He pulled out the stand and set up the rifle. He opened the window and took the necessary measurements. He calculated for wind speed, temperature, altitude and estimated speed of the car. He looked through the eyepiece on his rifle and aimed. He saw the car approach and at just the right time pulled the trigger, he watched as just a second later the car window exploded and he saw the blood splatter the sidewalk.
The car came to a screeching halt and, satisfied, picked up his rifle and started disassembling it. He placed it back in his bag and started walking down the stairs. As he opened the door, he heard the rush of footsteps and was suddenly bombarded by two men in black suits aiming guns at his head.
Jim hadn't moved since Sebastian left and was therefore very reluctant to exert the energy needed to retrieve his phone when he heard his signature "Stayin' Alive" ringtone.
"Shut up!" he yelled at the ceiling.
When the phone refused to obey him, he turned his head to the side and saw the caller ID. It was his head of security. He jumped up and grabbed the phone. He flipped it open and answered it.
"What happened? What's wrong?" he asked, panicked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Moriarty..."
"I don't want your goddamn apologies," Jim cut him off, "just tell me what the fuck went wrong."
"He was twenty stories up and had just taken the shot when two men ambushed him from inside the building. They pulled guns on him."
"Handle it. I'll be there in fifteen."
Jim stood up, went to his bedroom, and quickly pulled on one of his suits- must look intimidating. When he walked outside of the building his car was already waiting for him. He stepped in and directed the driver to the building, murder and vengeance on his mind.
