John looked down at his mobile unsure if this was the right move. He couldn't do this alone. It was an underground Russian black site for fucks sake with likely was only one point of ingress and egress and John knew his limitations. That said, he'd been in the field with Moran before and tho the opt had gone horribly sideways they had worked well together. Still there was the matter of his psychopathic boyfriend. Fuck. None of that mattered. He needed to move on this intel sooner rather then later. He'd deal with the fallout later. John placed the call.
"Captain Watson, pleasssse tell me this call is finally about spine tingling pleasure and not mind numbing business."
"This is about an exfill."
"Well fuck-a-doodle-do! I told you! I told you and you still lost him! Damn it John!"
"You did and I did. Are you helping or not?"
"How could I possibly tell you no."
"And Moriarty?"
Jim's low sing song voice chimed in. "I don't go in for field work Dr. Watson. But if my Tiger wants come out and play...fine. But I'm not doing this for you, you're not my favorite and if anything happens to my sniper along the way they'll be picking bits of you out of the tigers teeth down at the London zoo for weeks my dear."
"Fine. I'll send you both the coordinates." John shook his head, this was a very bad idea.