A/N: I'm having too much with this story, really I am.
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It was nearly time for his final kill. He thought of it that way to seem more predatory, more like Moran. Sherlock knew Moriarty called him 'Tiger'.
Mycroft was testing him several times a day; his reflexes, negotiation skills, firearms.
No matter how hard he tried, he never could make the shot John did on their first case. He convinced himself it was because he lacked the experience handling a gun.
He knew it was because he wasn't John. He was doing this for the doctor though, so he practiced daily for hours upon hours. Finally, he could hit the target with around a 90% accuracy rating, consistently.
Mycroft didn't think it was good enough, but Sherlock told him, simply, to "shove it up his pompous arsehole".
John,
Mycroft is "putting me through my paces", as you might say in your ridiculous blog. I am working with him every day; without warning he might ask me to roleplay with myself as a negotiator and he as the perpetrator.
Yes, it is in fact as awkward as it sounds.
I will need this training if I hope to take down Moran, however. I suppose I ought to be grateful to Mycroft. He has done a lot these past few years, and a lot of it (training me for instance) he didn't need to do.
Maybe Mycroft isn't so bad.
Sherlock
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