Being found out was never an ideal situation for an assassin. Especially one like John who had plenty of enemies as his careful construction of a separate civilian life kept overly interested parties (like the Russians) off his back. Having James Moriarty know the truth of his profession was even less of an ideal situation. Proven as dark eyes raked over his stance, his clothes, the pistol aimed at Moran's head all while a feral grin split the consulting criminals lips. Assessing John with a new perspective as the mask he wore was stripped bare to reveal was what really underneath.
"It seems you're full of surprises," Moriarty said as he walked forward idly with his hands shoved in his pockets. "The Russians then?"
"Not on the best of terms with the Mob," John drawled, not bothering to hide anything. There really wasn't a point when he was practically caught red-handed. "Thanks for the help, by the way."
"Hmm…I couldn't let Sherlock's pet die when he was starting to be interesting." The criminal paused his approach when he was standing next to the three guns he had in the room. "I'm glad I decided to be so charitable…You're far more interesting than I'd thought, Johnny."
John had one of the four guns in room…five if counting the one he'd tossed away after empting it of its clip. Of the fully functional ones though, three were trained on him and the fourth was steadily aiming at Moran. That, of course, could be readily changed so that Moriarty was its target. Doing so would be suicide, however, as he honestly doubted that the three guards aiming at him would tolerate the assassin threatening their boss with his pistol.
"Yeah, well that was kind of the point." John replied, and Moriarty's grin grew a bit wider at the words. "Moran works for you, then?"
"I'm sure you remember him," Moriarty said."He was the laser sight right between Sherlock's eyes when we all met." John's lips twitched ever so slightly downwards. The Pool then. That whole night hadn't been one of John's shining moments. He'd been jumped right outside of their flat and drugged for one. That had been embarrassing, but in his defense he hadn't really been expecting anything like that to happen for once. Being strapped to a vest wired to bombs hadn't been much of an improvement either, and now he knew the reason that he hadn't been able to snap the criminal's neck when he had the chance…beside the obvious 'Sherlock would have questioned his motives.'
"Speaking of our favorite detective, I do assume he's clueless?" Moriarty added, raising an eyebrow at John.
"Of course he is." John said, and through their conversation none of the guns trained on their targets had wavered. Even as they spoke as if it were just the two of them having a nice chat.
"You never did tell me about the Markstein brothers." Moriarty reminded, voice taking on a singsong quality.
"I'm sure you can guess why," the assassin said, raising an eyebrow at the man.
"Of course I can, but it'd be so much more fun if you said it." Moriarty pressed, smirking.
John pursed his lips. "I'm the one that killed them. Wasn't too bad of a contract, really."
"A contract killer, then." Moriarty beamed, eyes lighting up with the revelation. "Oh Johnny, you're not even some boring mercenary, you're an assassin." Out of the corner of his eye John could see Moran's expression twist into a scowl. Obviously displeased with that bit. The man looked ready to either say something or act, but a cold glare from John ceased those movements though the mercenary was returning the look. Moriarty laughed darkly at the two of them.
"As much as I'd love to see you two wring each other's necks, I really do need Sebby in good condition." the criminal hummed. "If you'd be kind enough to lower you're weapon, Johnny, we can continue this chat somewhere a bit nicer." Even as it sounded like a friendly request, John was very well aware that it was anything but. The only 'friendly' aspect was the promise to actually talk…Which wasn't necessarily a surprise considering their last attempt at conversation had been interrupted and there were new things for Moriarty to learn and pick at. While John would have preferred to put a bullet in the mercenary's head, he slowly stepped away and lowered his gun. Much to Moriarty's delight as he waved at one of his guards to go and collect Moran. The sniper was hauled to his feet and taken out of the flat, another wave and the other two guards were following. John raised an eyebrow.
"Any requests or recommendations on the change of scenery?" Moriarty questioned with an innocent hum, and the assassin chuckled despite himself.
"Not really, no." he answered with a bit of a smirk, outwardly more at ease than he really was. "Looks like it's your turn to surprise me."
"Ooh…Sounds like a challenge, Johnny-boy." Moriarty replied, smirking. "Best be going then, don't want to waste anymore time now, do we?" With that the criminal was turning on his heel, obviously expecting the assassin to follow after him. John tucked his pistol away after a brief debate over whether or not it would be a good idea to shoot the man or not, then followed. Catching up with Moriarty easily, and he didn't miss the pleased smirk that twitched onto the other's lips.
So yeah…This was horrible to write, and I'm sorry for poor quality XP Everyone that reads this may thank one of my close friends for kicking me into gear to work through the threat of Writer's Block.
Have a good day,
Reaperess ^_^