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WHO: James Moriarty
WHAT: Another piece of his plan falls into place.
WHEN: Just after midnight
WHERE: Apartment Building C; Sixth Floor
RATING: PG (if that)
STATUS: Complete; narrative.

Jim considered himself a fairly patient man. Meticulous, certainly, but also patient. He was willing to wait ridiculous amounts of time for things to line up just perfectly, willing to sit idle (or as idle as he was capable of being, at least) while secure in the knowledge that everything was going to work out just as it was meant to. Obviously he had to nudge things in one direction or another from time to time. But as with anyone working with a masterpiece could attest, sometimes things like that were necessary in order to ensure the overall product was as flawless as it could be.

Thus was his slowly-building plan of toying with Sherlock. Nudges here and there, just enough to sway things in various directions but not nearly sound enough to earn attention just yet. It was somewhat tedious and involved dealing with a great many idiots until he found a select few truly worthy of their own part in his plans. However things were going smoothly thus far and, finally, Jim was ready for the next step.

He was going to remove himself from the top of the list of suspects.

He had considered faking his own death but had decided against it. There were too many unknown variables in Colligo for him to get away with something quite so outlandish. He also knew, no matter what he did, he'd never be off the list of suspects entirely. Nor did he want to be, truthfully. But Jim did know that a carefully placed attacked, on a large enough scale to seem believable but not so large as to create a massive body count and hold up the investigation with mourning of all things, was all he really needed. And so he set out to do just that.

In the end, simplicity had proven the wisest course of action. Bombs were, of course, Jim's own speciality but it really went much further than that. He had a large knowledge of the subject, much larger than even Sherlock was aware, and had always built his bombs with his own signature of sorts upon them. The bomb he built this time, however, lacked the finesse. He purposefully made it as rudimentary as possible while tossing in a few things that would point to any number of bombers that had been prosecuted in the city over the past… well, however far back the records with the police department went, really. The point was, it wasn't nearly the quality that Jim would put into something and it very clearly was meant to cause maximum damage rather than localized to prove a point, as his own explosions tended to do.

Next had come the tricky part of deciding on a place to put the explosives. He had finally decided on an empty flat across from his own. Close enough to its intended target to be deadly for certain but not so close as to suggest Jim had ever come in contact with his would-be killer. And as he casually made his way toward his building some two hours or so later, having 'accidentally' run late with an appointment across town, he had to admit that all of the foresight truly made for an amazing explosion. In fact Jim was fairly sure there wasn't anything more breathtaking than the sight of an entire top floor of a building engulfed in flames and smoke, with pieces of smouldering rubble raining down around the quickly gathering crowd below. It was deadly, it was beautiful, it was perfect. Now all he had to do was stumble into a hospital, clearly out of sorts and in shock… and wait for Sherlock to take the bait.

With a light smile on his face, Jim whistled softly to himself as he turned on his heel and casually strolled away with the intention of doing precisely that.

[ooc: as per this narrative, the top floor of apartment building c has been blown up. feel free to have people respond to what is likely quite a chaotic mess, if you'd like.]