Ah, the epilogue. Finally. Sorry, I've been out of town all summer. Tomorrow I'm leaving again for a few days...

Anyway, here ya go. Sorry, this is it. Meant for it to be short anyway...

Sebastian waits patiently for the factory to clear out. A small groan sounds from below him, calling out.

"Seb?"

The hitman scrambles to shove his pistol in the holster and scrambles down from his perch. Black eyes gaze at him expectantly.

"That was fun, wasn't it?"

Sebastian simply nods, indifferent. He's more concerned with getting help for Jim, but before he can Moriarty is clambering to his feet. He coughs and wheezes, blood spraying out of his mouth and leaking from the bullet wound. Seb grabs his arm and wraps it over his shoulders, allowing his boss to limp alongside him. One of his hands stems the flow of crimson and helps keep the other man upright. He'll survive, but barely. It'll be a long night.

"Now Seb, don't get that grim look on your face. We'll get them yet."

"We'll get them."