MorMor. Sebastian didn't always work for Jim. Before Jim sunk his teeth into the man, Sebastian was a freelancer. Target number one? Moriarty.
Sebastian hated getting this close to his targets - he always preferred keeping a distance and getting the job done with his prized Barrett M82. But this time, he found himself mere inches away from the small Irish businessman, his gun aimed directly between his inky brown eyes. "Sebastian Moran, I presume?" the criminal pondered with a lewd smile, leaning forward to press the barrel of the gun into his skin. "I've heard absolutely delicious things about you, my dear." Sebastian thought about how beautiful the other man's brains would look splattered against the wall behind him, but there was something, something he felt, like a strange bolt of electricity coursing through his veins, that told him that his current assignment would change his life forever.
