Jan. 10th, 2012

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"Please. Before you say anything. Let me guess."

He couldn't help the almost annoyed sigh he gave.

"Amateurish. Childish. Idiotic. Ill-planned. Boring."

He leaned against the doorframe as the man at his desk went through his small notebook.

"Have I missed any?"

It was a game, really. He hadn't meant for James to find that notebook. A hundred little ideas scribbled down, mostly the faults in the security systems of high class jewellery stores about. Nothing serious, but a few plans he'd put a decent amount of thought into. He didn't plan on doing it, but... it was something to keep him occupied on the nights when James didn't come home and he wasn't needed for a task. He was no great criminal mastermind. He knew that. He knew James well enough to know that. It was a hobby. And now he was going to be forced to listen to every idea picked apart, torn to shreds, then stripped to the bone.

Colonel Sebastian Moran waited for the inevitable.

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