The Lady stood at the door of Moriarty’s flat after ringing the bell thrice. She wasn’t here for a real game, but for something else. She wasn’t sure what yet.
Looking up from his lounge chair agitated at the apparent disturbance, he yells for Sebastian.
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“No hello, nice to see you?” A smirk played on her features. “That’s rude Jim, you should know better.” Lady Holmes stepped around the man and into his flat, yanking of the faded scarf from around her neck and putting it on the couch next to where she sat.
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“No!” She exclaimed, closing her eyes tightly. “No, no, no! That’s not it! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t…I...
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“What in the hell has gotten into you?” he grimaced a bit, but then smirked, ” Afraid of big bad Jim are we?”
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