'If you don't start giving us some proper answers, I'm going to have to start getting some younger boys in here. You know what they can do to you right? Horrible, terrible things lad.'

'I tell you what, Harry was it? If your men can get one piece of information out of me, they deserve the lot.'

Moran's voice was dripping with content; it was entirely intentional, to either scare or convince his interrogator, Harry, to let his younger, more susceptible officers into the room in his place. The more time Sebastian spent talking to this 'oaf', as the assassin described him internally, the longer he was going without answers.

'Do it Harry, bring them in, see if I care. Because I'll get them, and then I'll come for you.'

A bead of sweat began to form high on the officer's brow, before the eventual weight of the perspiration sent it tumbling down past his cheeks, and onto the desk. The policeman that should have been leading the interrogation now felt uneasy. There was something unnerving about his eyes, the way they were entirely focused on him – never for one moment wavering from him.

'Then after I'm done with you, it'll be the kids. I'll leave their mum though Harry… has to be a legacy, always a legacy.'

'You're a bloody lunatic!' Harry shouted, rising from his seat and grabbing at Moran's collar.

Sebastian rose as far as he could with his wrists cuffed to either side of the chair. Smirking darkly he stared his interrogator right in the eye.

'One punch, that's all I need Harry. You'll set me off and I won't ever, ever stop.'

Harry released Moran, shocked with the sudden realisation that the man before him was far too dangerous to be dealt with by one officer. Making for the door, he whistled a number of men to enter the room and lead Moran back to his temporary cell. Three officers entered - all young, all wearing pristine uniforms that had never seen beat work. As the third was entering the room Harry placed a hand on his chest and issued some orders.

'… You got that Greg?'

Moran chuckled openly. Greg Lestrade being given orders by someone like Harry. He looked young, impressionable. Sebastian was looking forward to the walk back.