"I can't see him." Sebastian murmured into the walkie talkie. "He's got his curtains drawn and he's changed the lights so the silhouette is impossible to distinguish." The control beeped and Jim's voice sighed over the com.
"What's the point of having such large windows if he's just going to keep the curtains pulled the entire time?" Jim grumbled.
"Maybe he's fearful for his life." Sebastian snickered. Jim laughed.
"Mycroft Holmes, having to hide in his own home." Jim said in a singsong voice. "Come home, Seb. I've got a little present for you."
"Target practice?" Sebastian asked, taking apart his gun.
"No, silly." Jim said. "We're giving manicures." his soft voice was dripping with evil.
Sebastian's face split into a harsh smile. "On my way."
"Hurry sweetheart, dinner is getting cold…" Jim simpered. Sebastian snickered before putting his gun completely away.
Sebastian's gravelly voice was completely opposite of Jim's soft one as he responded, "Yes dear."