Moran was very skilled when it came to sniping.

Of course, he never actually injured people. At least, not if he didn't have to. He may have worked for the MI6, but he wasn't a complete monster. Except when it came to nobles, of course.

After a rather complicated mission, his rifle had been quite damaged. Not broken, but the silencer didn't work anymore, and he definitely needed to get that fixed.

Right now, Moran was just happy to be back at the quarters. Gladly, Louis had already prepared a pint glass and whiskey, just like every time that Moran had returned from a mission. The Moriarty brothers knew him too well, after all.

"Ah, Louis, you truly are a godsent." Moran snickered, downing the first shot of the whiskey. Finally, after Louis left the room, he was alone. It was well deserved, especially after a tiresome mission.

"I hope Herder's able to get that fixed," the sniper muttered to nobody in particular. "Otherwise, this one is done for. Though I have no doubt he'll be able to repair it just fine."

"Speaking of.. I wonder if he's in right now. Hopefully, I need it fixed in like, two days."