Very good, Jim thinks to himself as he watches Sebastians demeanor. You can tell a great deal about a man when the pressure is on. Most other candidates at this point would be shivering under his gaze, begging for mercy, and letting their nerves take over. He could smell their fear, and while it was invigorating it wasn't something he wanted as a constant. He craved cleverness, aptitude, skill and obedience, not a groveling mess who could barely keep himself together in his company. What would they do in the company of a target?
Moriarty reaches into his coat and produces a silver Sig handgun, holding it out to Moran in a flattened palm with the barrel faced away from each of them. "By all means. I'm not opposed to a little extra cleanup," He gets that it isn't intended to be taken literally, but his expression is a tone convey a level of seriousness mixed in with his idea of a joke. It's a dark humor the Colonel will just have to get used to being exposed to, though if Jim's assessment is any good thus far then he might already be just as morbid.
"In due time, Colonel. I have a need to fill a role, a very important one, and you have the skills and background that might make this fit," Jim says, all business now. "But you have to finish the interview before you get the offer."
He gestures now over to the back wall of the warehouse where there is a single door. "So go, Sebastian, wouldn't want to keep your good friend waiting. Shame you haven't seen one another much since discharge and acclimation. Funny thing, life outside of service."
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Moriarty reaches into his coat and produces a silver Sig handgun, holding it out to Moran in a flattened palm with the barrel faced away from each of them. "By all means. I'm not opposed to a little extra cleanup," He gets that it isn't intended to be taken literally, but his expression is a tone convey a level of seriousness mixed in with his idea of a joke. It's a dark humor the Colonel will just have to get used to being exposed to, though if Jim's assessment is any good thus far then he might already be just as morbid.
"In due time, Colonel. I have a need to fill a role, a very important one, and you have the skills and background that might make this fit," Jim says, all business now. "But you have to finish the interview before you get the offer."
He gestures now over to the back wall of the warehouse where there is a single door. "So go, Sebastian, wouldn't want to keep your good friend waiting. Shame you haven't seen one another much since discharge and acclimation. Funny thing, life outside of service."