To be a sniper for such a great mind and person as Jim Moriarty… it was something on the verge of impossible and unattainable. But Sebastian Moran somehow managed it. Now the two of them were the most dangerous people in London.

Moran always kept an eye on Jim. He was ready to sell his soul only with his boss and friend everything was fine. Moriarty did not watch himself, never. It could be infuriating and annoying, but on the other hand the man sometimes had too much work.

At first, when Sebastian just joined him, he could not understand how the Napoleon of crime managed to do so much in a day. With each new day, he clearly realized how. The Irishman could stay up all night in order to finish what he started, he could refuse human needs when there was something too important in his work. Jim was like a machine…

The last month they had only some small conflicts. Moriarty was planning something important and that's why he didn't care about his outside life. It infuriated Sebastian because he couldn't help in any way. All attempts only led to a quarrel and the words 'I don't need you now'.

That's how it all went. Quarrels, shouts, hurtful words that hurt more than any bullet wound. Moran just couldn't take it anymore one day - it couldn't go on like this!

Approaching the boss's office in the evening, the sniper wanted to take Jim to bed. He needed sleep, not work around the clock. And he didn't care about any words or shouts - he was stronger, which meant he could get it across.

Opening the door and wanting to say words like 'you're going to rest, end of story' and grab the boss in a tight grip in order to carry him to the bedroom - he was caught by such an... interesting picture.

Moriarty seemed to be working. But in fact, only the monitor screen was glowing from the worker, and the Irishman himself, like a schoolboy, laid his head on his hands. Most likely, he was dozing, not sleeping - the boss usually does not sleep much and can wake up from any rustle. Fatigue affected him faster than Sebastian decided to get to him.

Well, there were many choices. Moran could not just leave the boss - he needed to be moved, but how...