For col_bashermoran Merry Christmas Consider this Holiday pay

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The warehouse he was heading towards was completely out in the middle of nowhere. Looking out the window of the limousine, Moriarty noticed that winter frost had draped itself over the landscape as if preparing for the real deal later on that evening. It suited his mood. Stark weather and dark business just in time for the holidays. Oh goodie. He

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By the time they arrived, Moriarty was wide awake in rural Britain thanks to a tiny hit of poppers and a double shot of Red Bull. He ate just before leaving and this was a good as it got. Putting on surgical gloves before covering with thick leather and fur lined ones, he then buttoned up and put on a warm fur hat before exiting the car. His driver would stay outside. Gods knew he wished he could. He hated pulling out an Ace in his sleeve for two pissants that he normally would not even have Moran bother with all up close and personal like.

Before stepping inside, he stepped into two sets of surgical slippers and removed his coat slowly, hanging it up by the exit door. Nodding to Moran, he just circled the two like a starving buzzard.

"Good work Moran. I like what you did with the ..." He points to the dislocated shoulders.

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Looking over his shoulder to the coat he left by the door, he rethought about hanging it up, but his sleeves were rolled up and the fur lined gloves were off. With only the surgical gloves in place, he knelt down to be within really clear earshot of the man who was tipped over in his chair.

"I wonder if you can even begin to know just how pissed off I am you no name petty thief," Moriarty grabbed the bloody man's hair so they could be eye to eye on this conversation. "Your only job was to steal as required. Not answering a summons by me after I specifically made my presence known again was not a wise choice." Moriarty slammed the man's face into the concrete just once.

The man spit in his face. Oh no he didn't...

Moriarty didn't even have to look over to his right hand. "Moran, stand down. That was his get out of quick death free card."