Sebastian wanted to laugh, wanted to suggest that perhaps James was just a little too egotistical for his own good.

But he couldn't. Because nothing else made sense.

Independently, Sebastian Moran had no enemies. Sure, there might be a pissed off guy or two or three whose girlfriends he'd slept with, both unknowingly and knowingly. A few angry exes. But no one with the clearance to get to these files or the resources and brains to know how to get to them. Taken as an agent of Moriarty, though, he could think of several enemies. Some would consider only him the enemy, vying for his position as second-in-command. (An hour alone with James, and he was sure most of them would abandon their desire to replace him. It took a very particular temperament to deal with that man and not at least hit him.) Most would consider them the enemy, view hunting the sniper as a way to get rid of a very persistent obstacle between them and the mastermind.

Sebastian nodded, unable to see any other possible solution. The message was, at least, meant for both of them-- if not for James alone.

"Then the question is who."