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Post by Moriarty on Mar 17, 2013 9:46:20 GMT 1
Two years. Two long years in Paris and other places all around Europe. Evading Mycroft's watchful eyes while keeping an eye on his web and his favourite sniper. Unfortunatly the last few months had not been the best ones and now upon his return to Conduit Street Jim found himself a bit more weary than he'd like to admit.
Fortunately nothing had changed here since the day he 'died'. Of course he could not tell Moran about his plans. Nobody was allowed to know. Having followed everything from afar Moriarty knew exactly what had happened to the Colonel and this put a bit of a damper on his arrival in his old flat. But he was more than satisfied to find that everything was still at the place he left it. Even Moran's room was still the same. The only issue would be the dust that was now covering every surface and Jim hated dirt.
Cleaning up the sofa after leaving his luggage in his old bedroom, the consulting criminal opened his laptop to go through the latest news and mails and bring up a map of Pentonville. Besides making sure that London would remember him swiftly his first important task would be to return the Colonel to the position he belonged to.
"Well then... Let's see what we got here. I'm certain they put you into solitary confinement. I hope they have visiting hours."
While his first arrival home had not been as bright his second was by far better. Forgetting about the fact he had spent hours cleaning up dust and going through folders he now excitedly shoved the young man into the flat, closing the door behind them. "Please take off your shoes." he said then in a sing-song tone of voice while slipping out of his own, "let me get you something to drink. You can drop your bag in Sebastian's room." He gestured vaguely into the direction of a door while he walked away into the direction of the kitchen.
He did not care of Severin would notice the guns or the rifle case under the bed. After all the young man was not stupid. If anything he hoped these things would pique his interest and make him curious about the kind of work his brother had done.
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Post by severin moran on Mar 23, 2013 23:24:32 GMT 1
Setting his bag down beside the wall in the room, Severin tentatively walked the rest of the way in, trying to get a feel for what his brother was now like after so long apart. Clean. Neat. impersonal. Of course, Severin expected no less from that seeing as the man had been in the military for the greater part of his adulthood. Even in feeling these familiar relics of his brother, Severin felt lost. He sat on the side of the bed, losing himself to his thoughts.
Pulling back to his mind, the boy explored the room more thoroughly, finding the evidence of his brother's career, sucking in a breath. Also not entirely unexpected. But he was safe with his brother, at least. He wasn't so sure about Jim, watching over his shoulder at the open doorway in case the man came back.
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Post by Moriarty on Mar 23, 2013 23:55:09 GMT 1
The consulting criminal gave Severin the time he thought he'd need to get used to the new facts he surely had found out about by now. He also was busy trying to boil water in the electric kettle and lament the state of the fridge as it was completely empty besides a jar of jam and what might have been a piece of cheese once. Grimacing he slammed the door close again then returned to the boiling water, pouring it into the waiting mugs. Carrying both into the living room he sat them down on the couch table before slipping on the sofa, peering casually over to the half opened door to Moran's bedroom.
"The tea is ready," he called out then, reaching for his mobile, checking a few things. Good. He had by now all the most important data- visiting hours, the cell Moran was kept in, how many guards were in this part of the prison, security measures... If he'd work on it a bit more he would even be able to hack into the CCTV and take a little curious glance around. He was not entirely sure however if he wanted Severin to be around when that happened. "Oh and you still haven't told me your name, I believe? I think it would be helpful for all the conversations to come."
He was aware the the younger Moran would have many questions and he was actually looking forward to them. Sipping carefully from his tea he leaned back, eyes half lidded, seemingly all relaxed while his mind was working already on the details of his plan to come.
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Post by severin moran on Mar 26, 2013 22:20:25 GMT 1
Returning to the sitting room, Severin left his things behind, circling to look at Jim without getting too close. "It's Severin. But since you're the type of man who likes having the one-up on everyone...I'd say you already knew that." The way he looked at Jim showed that he openly didn't trust him. He'd be a fool to, but he was too curious about getting to see his brother for his own good.
He took his cup, not deigning to sit down. He sipped from it without adding any sugar, merely looking down at Jim. This man wanted something from him. Obviously. There was no 'if' about it. "Thank you. For the tea. Letting me stay here. Who are you to my brother? Honestly? No implications, no insinuations. Just a simple answer. What do you want from me? And is my brother in prison because of what he does for you? You'd told me he worked for you when you first walked up to me. He's- what? A bodyguard? A hired gun?"
Setting the cup down, Severin tilted his head looking at Jim. He saw a face made for deception, and knew that no matter how sure he was, he couldn't ever really guarantee that whatever came from Jim's lips wasn't true or untrue. He could only hope that it was in the man's best interest to not toss him under the metaphorical bus.
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Post by Moriarty on Mar 26, 2013 23:27:50 GMT 1
He was straight forward. Jim liked that, he really did. However it left him with the question as to how much he should reveal and how much he should keep secret. Just because the young man was Sebastian's brother didn't mean he'd automatically be trustworthy. It was amusing to think about the fact that Severin most likely had similar thoughts regarding Jim. Humming he drummed his fingers on the couch then slipped the mobile back into his pocket, taking another sip of tea.
"Who am I to your brother, indeed." he finally replied after letting enough time pass to have Severin most likely get impatient with him, "I am his employer. He works for me. And I think bodyguard would be one of his duties, yes. But he's far more than that. And I fear I have to admit that it is because of his work that he is in prison now. Or wait..no, no it's not. While he was working for me I always made sure not to leave any traces. When I..ah..disappeared he got a bit sloppy and...that is when they caught him."
Jim sighed deeply while he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Your brother had always had a small problem with his temper. And when he thought I was dead it only made matters worse it seems. I can't fully blame him for doing what he attempted to but I can blame him for the result. Luckily our contract has no expired and out of the goodness of my heart I want him back."
Chuckling a bit he relaxed on the sofa as if he was telling an amusing tale and not the story of a man who had tried to murder a certain consulting detective to finish what his employer had started. "And this is where you come into the story. Clearly you might already have guessed what your task is, right? Please say yes. I want to believe that I am still a good judge of character and that you're as smart as you look." Maybe it was not the wisest idea to speak in this way to the younger Moran brother but Jim hardly cared, not even now when he needed Severin's help.
"It is quite simple, luckily. You will go and visit your brother. Like a good sibling should. And while you do so you'll pass a message on to him. Just something simple that nobody will understand but him. Start a normal conversation with him. Ask him every question you want to. And then, at some point, tell him you met an old friend and that he owed him. I'm sure Sebastian will know what to do with this information." Jim sipped his tea again, feeling the hot liquid run pleasantly down his throat. Hopefully Moran wouldn't start raging then once he knew his employer had survived and he had been stuck in prison for nothing for two years. "Can you do that for me, Severin?"
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