Hello there, cheesy life
Moran glanced up the ceiling and noted his new tasks. “Those guys may be happy to hear from you, you’re right…” He went over to his notebook and placed the tea next to him. It will grow cold and be forgotten until the tasks are done.
The middle-men were contacted fast enough. What really took its time was to find out in which hotels the selected jurors would stay, how the surroundings looked like and which men would be the best fit for every one of them. The sniper didn’t even realise how the day went by and it got dark outside.
When he finally had all the preparation done as far as possible he printed out the preferred assassin-list and then handed it over to Moriarty. “Take a look at it and tell me what you think if you’ve got time.” He streched his back and rubbed his left shoulder for the umpteenth time today. Rubbing his eyes he looked around the dark flat. “Oh bother… What time is it?” Fumbling for his carkeys he realised that he had to give them to his boss. “I need to go out and get some groceries done. Hand me the keys, yeah?”
Meanwhile Moriarty worked on other cases which needed some attention. At least he was drinking the tea like a good boy. He had to check how the business in switzerland went: if the blackmarket problem was resolved by now, which happily was, and there awaited a new request from a child porn ring.
Jim wasn’t sure if he should take on this request. Not that he gave a fuck about humans, he even hated kids, but he was sure, that Moran wouldn’t be too eager about it. Still he went trough it, making his researches.
By the time Moran handed over the list the smaller man was rubbing his eyes too, like usually after starring at a screen for such a long time without a break. Moriarty flipped trough the information, already sorting everything out in his mind. “Good! Except O’Mahony. He will demand more money. Better get Fletcher.” The consulting criminal suggested.
A short glimpse at the clock on his iPad told him, that it was 8:36pm. The ginger-head had some explicit, if not that worse, material showing on his screen. “You can take the public transportation.” Was Moriartys answer, definitely not finished punishing the taller man after just a day.