The next week or so was made up of slowly worming his way into the system. Moriarty gave him a room, a uniform, and a lovely collection of shiny new guns. As it turns out, a tiny hint of 'I might possibly be a psycho' was what it took to get the official team welcome. It wasn't like Sebastian was the only guy around either. There were actually a fair amount of trained killers. He wasn't even the only one with sniping skills.

There was a long hallway, doors lining up in military formation, each sheltering the room of an operative. Moriarty personally escorted Sebastian to his room, grinning like a kid the entire time. "So... Twice a week there's a routine performance inspection. Fail two of them and you're out." He plopped down on Sebastian's bed, making himself comfortable, "Meals served every six hours. That includes the midnight meal."

Moran raised a questioning eyebrow, "There's a midnight meal?"

"Yup!" he chirped.

"What for?"

Moriarty laid back on the pillow, crossing his arms behind his head, "There are some guys who do their jobs at night, so they're asleep for a good portion of the day-time ones."

Happily surprised, "You're actually a bit more caring then the rumors say?"

Moriarty looked taken back. He shook his head, "You're a strange one."

"You should talk."

"Touché." he grinned, "Yet here you are. Joining forces with the 'consulting criminal'. That puts us on a fairly same level of weird. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sebastian smiled devilishly, "I like danger, and I like a challenge. You don't scare me."

"I never said I should."

"Don't you live to scare people?"

Moriarty frowned, "Not necessarily... It comes with the job."

Moran dropped his bag near the foot of the bed, propping himself up against the wall as he looked down at the man lying on his bed. The way he was lying... it was actually flattering. With his arms behind his head, his suit jacket was riding up a bit, his un tucked white undershirt help to expose just a peek of his stomach. His sleek pant legs hugged him lovingly. His ankles crossed, looking up at the ceiling. "You're not scary." Moran muttered.

Laughter, "You're not falling in love with me are you?" Moriarty smirked, his eyes leaving the top of the room to make contact with Sebastian's.

"W-What?" he asked, caught off guard.

Jim sat up, "Just kidding. Don't get your panties in a twist."

Sebastian was little more red in the face then he'd ever care to admit. The guy was a mystery for sure. He was finding himself more intrigued than he'd expected to be. Moriarty swung his legs around, planting them firmly against the blue carpet. It was a weird colored carpet surely, yet oddly fitting to it's environment. Weird town. Moran couldn't stop himself from following his eyes as he left the room. "Later Sebby!~" he sang.

Sebby?

He wasn't really gay. Well, he'd never had a gay relationship anyway. Sebastian had dabbled in sleeping with boys before, usually because they didn't want to die, so they'd offer themselves up. So he'd tried it out. He'd kill them anyway of course. The feeling after crushing someone's life with your hands was better then sex. Too good to give up. The ecstasy involved in it was nerve wracking and blood tingling and he loved watching the life drain from their eyes.

When someone dies, the color itself seems to fade from their irises, making them dull and dim. To see it fade, well, it's an addiction.

The first meal started. 12:00. Moran was pleasantly surprised to feast on a delicious meal. Most of his former bosses didn't take time to feed their patrons, but he supposed temporary bosses wouldn't have need to. Here however... he was going to be here for some time.

Sebastian indulged himself in a large bite of pork roast, the warm meat seducing his taste buds. He sat by himself, but it didn't bother him. It wasn't like he knew anyone anyway. First day after all... He ate quietly for another few minutes before a form plopped down beside him.

"Mind if I dine with you?" Jim asked.

Rolling his eyes, "Well it's not like I could say no."

Moriarty smiled. "What'd you get?"

"Pork roast."

"The lobster is better."

Moran's eyes widened, "What?! There's lobster?!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder at the food line.

"For me there is." Moriarty smirked.

Sebastian glared at him, "Now that was just cruel."

"I am London's most dangerous. It's not all lollipops and paintball guns."

"Yeah..." Moran started, "That really took me by surprise."

"I like my men with a sense of humor, but they still need to know how to shoot."

They spent the meal chatting away. Sebastian found that he was enjoying himself more then expected. This guy really was interesting. Moriarty started talking about his obsession, this 'Sherlock Holmes' character. Some guy who could do some freaky mind tricks or rather. He was Moriarty's rival. Moran smiled, noting that his boss liked people a little on the psychopathic side of life. He also got a good look at some of the other men. Most of them had at least a decent build, if not they were strong and looked similar to professional wrestlers.

Under the roof of this building were assassins, lawyers, snipers, body guards, men strong as King Kong, and professional Intel gatherers. It was one big circus that screamed dangerous, and they were all dining on pork roast and baby carrots. Moran started laughing. Moriarty trained his eyes on the sniper, confused, "What's so funny then?"

"You're the ring leader of one jacked up circus."