When Sebastian had just left the army, he had no idea what event he would end up in. Initially, everything was going as usual. Moran had not yet found a job, which is why he had very little money. Apparently, he should not have gone to the capital of England itself, but who knows...

One day, when he was walking along the usual and already familiar streets of London, nothing foreshadowed trouble. The former sniper went into a bar to have a drink and once again think about what to do next.

Nothing came to mind. Where could they even take him, if the only skills he had were the ability to shoot and, in general, all the military skills that could be. He had risen to the rank of colonel, and that is worth a lot.

Suddenly, a stranger approached him. He was quite annoying in terms of starting a dialogue, but Sebastian rudely replied that he did not want to find an interlocutor. Then they seemed to unhook him and left him alone with a glass of whiskey.

When it was time to leave, Moran paid and went out. But one problem, two strangers were waiting for him there. More precisely, the former sniper thought that they were waiting for anyone, but not him, so he headed towards the house. At some point, however, the world plunged into darkness.

Opening his eyes in a completely unknown place, Sebastian squinted from the bright light of the lamp. His hands and feet were tied and this clearly did not please the former sniper. What the hell?! He thought when an unfamiliar man approached him. He was dressed neatly - in an expensive tuxedo - and he looked like a typical rich man.

"Colonel Moran, right?"

How does he know his name?! Then the man came closer and took Sebastian by the chin, meeting his angry expression with a grin.

"Jim Moriarty, for your information. I'm impressed with your profile - so many things you can do. I'd like to offer you a job."

He released Moran and then leaned against the nearest wall, watching as the other man tried to escape.

"Your only problem really is trust issues. But that's okay - we'll fix that. I'm good at persuasion."

The other two men took the former sniper into a room. It was sparse, but it had everything he needed for a normal life.

"Make yourself comfortable and try to get some sleep - I don't want my sniper in bad shape..."