Moriarty's Mansion

That part is up to you now

Alright, I'm just gonna find a tower that's available.

I walk inside weary of why the boss called me in, I know Amaya probably doesn't approve of him.

Jim is almost lounging in his armchair in the living room, hands resting on the arms of it. He cocks his head as he hears the door go, and a slight, tight smile spreads across his lips.

"Ah, Chimmy. Just the man I wanted to see."

Let me guess, kill James Bond? Seriously, where's a cat when you need one?

"What's up boss?"

"It seems that we have a teensy weensy problem." As he speaks, he stands and folds his hands behind his back, lightly pacing around the room. There's a small frown on his face as he considers the living room. "You remember Query, don't you?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"There's something he said before he died that's bothering me."

He spreads his arms. "He placed cameras in my home, Joachim. To spy on me. I can't have that."

Smart guy...

"Let me guess, ya want me to clean 'em out right?"

"Yes. You have experience as a thief; thieves know clever little hiding places. I'm certain that you can do a satisfactory job of finding the cameras."

"You know I don't do charity work though, right?"

The Consulting Criminal's eyes flash with a brief flicker of anger, but then he cools his expression into one of warning. "I don't forget, Joachim. You would do well to remember the same."

I slowly start backing out the door, I know any boss's 'bitch-I-kill-you' face...

"Right, I'll get on it!"

OOC: http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0stb2KtyU1r93cdm.gif

IC: "Good, good. Bring any you find back here. I need to examine them." Jim waves his hand, a pleasant smile returning to his features.

What am I, his maid now? Fuck that. I don't even like the guy, I'm no killer, I'm a thief. What's so wrong with how things were?

As I search the mansion I find most of the cameras pretty easily. It's like the guy was TRYING to get them spott... wait a minute. Maybe that's what the guy was doin'. Make them easy to find so the hard ones wouldn't be found.

Well boss... sorry, but you never said to find the hard cameras...

Jim stays in the living room. He's already managed to collect a pile of cameras by himself from in there; he noticed the first ones when he came home to inspect it once Query was dead. He's certain he made a good sweep, but it's probable that he missed one or two, at least, because he was so angry at the time.

Pacing past them, he heads to the shelves and pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. Jim sips it as he prowls around the table the cameras sit on, waiting for the others.

I walk in and dump my finds on the table. "Got 'em boss."

"Good." Draining the remainder of his drink, Jim puts the glass on the table and sits in his chair, leaning forwards to peer at the cameras. "Funny little things, aren't they? Very... muggle."

I turn over one of the cameras and find a green painted letter on it, "Hey boss..."

"Yes?" He glances up, in the middle of staring into one of them.

"This one's got a letter on the back of it."

"Oh?" A flicker of something caught between interest and wariness appears in his expression. "What letter?"

"It's a capital D, and looks liek all of them have a letter on them..."

Jim's mouth widens in a little 'o', before a grin spreads across it. He sits back in his chair, chuckling. "And are these letters all different, Chimmy?"

"Yeah all of them, have a different letter but some are the same."