Sebby.” He smirked, walking out the door. “Now, where are we going to get a body?” He thought aloud as the two men exited the building. Just as he stepped up to the curb a cab pulled up. Jim grinned over to Sebastian. “I think we’ve got our body,” He whispered to the man before sliding into the cab. He gave the address to the driver, licking his lips as he looked at the driver.
Sebastian pushed himself up off the couch and followed Jim, picking his duffel off of the floor and swinging it over his shoulder as they headed out. He’d need his weapons, after all. And even if he didn’t, knives, guns and matches were always conducive to destruction, mess, chaos; exactly what they wanted to leave for Holmes and Watson. He caught Jim’s whispered command and let his lips curl into a smirk as he slipped into the cab next to him, letting his mind wander trying to figure out how best to kill the cabbie.
He decided on a gun to the temple. Simple. But nonetheless, less blood wasted to him bleeding out, more blood to paint the place with when they got there. Jim would appreciate the artistry.