Same person different enemies//Closed
Moriarty pulled out his phone sending an couple texts. Hardly paying any attention might as well leave,try tracking the guy down. “Oh really?” Didn’t even glance up as he replied.
“Yes, really.” She scoffed out, running a hand along her thigh to grip at the gun she had strapped against her pale skin.
“Right well I have better things to do.” Looking at the gun,”And see no point in getting shot either so good luck on your man hunt.”