I was fast losing patience with the fumbling man in front of me. It amused me that he tried to reason with me, to explain why he hadn't done what had been asked of him. He looked ragged and worn in an expensive suit that had been ruined through age and wear. His face was lined and he had a constant appearance of being harried. I wondered why he had ever gotten into this sort of field. He could have had a nice job with a nice office and a nice life.
I wondered why the criminal life appealed to the idiotic underclass of the world. They seemed to want to ride on the coattails of others' success but when you gave them the simplest of tasks suddenly they had all these morals and lines they wouldn't cross. It had become infuriating. I suppose that's why I love the game with my Sherly. He had no morals. Not really.
"Mr Delaney," I interrupted his ramblings and he silenced immediately. "I understand."
He stared at me blankly.
"You do," he asked shakily, casting a glance at the man to my right, his eyes hovering over the gun in his hand.
"Of course. Accidents happen," I said softly. "You're only human after all," I laughed and he began to smile with me.
"Thank you Sir," he moved towards the desk a little and Sebastian tensed beside me, his finger on the trigger. My sniper watched warily as I stood, extending a hand to shake Mr Delaney's who looked elated.
"How's the wife," I asked causally and he replied that she was well. He seemed calmer now.
"What is she now? About five months or so," I inquired and he nodded.
"Yeah, we're going for another scan soon," he laughed nervously. "Should probably start getting the nursery together."
I smiled at him.
"Mmm," I sighed. "Shame."
His lip twitched.
"What is?"
I sat behind the desk again and crossed my legs.
"Shame you didn't do your job," I replied, nodding to Sebastian who quickly stepped towards the now panicking man.
"No please, you don't understand. I would have done it if I could but it was impossible," he cried, trying to pull from Sebastian's strong grip which was frankly laughable to watch.
"The thing about impossible, Mr Delaney, is that the very word itself says 'I'm possible'. Try not to get any blood on the carpet Seb," I hissed. I knew he wouldn't. Part of the reason I love him.
The screaming and resulting silence seemed extra delicious today.