Willa MacKenzie Thompson ♘ Professor J. Moriarty (crimelord) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-02 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | willa thompson |
Who: Willa's man and a dead body
What: Willa has someone deliver a message
When: Early Saturday morning, sometime around midnight (October 2, 2010)
Where: Baker Street, England
He had his instructions, and he was going to follow them to a tee. Willa Thompson wasn't exactly the short of woman you wanted to piss off, not unless you had a death wish. Her cold eyes, blue like frost bitten lips, bore into your soul until you felt it ripped from you. That was the only thing he remembered from the one and only time he'd met her in person. After that? He'd only ever done what she requested of him, and she'd rewarded him by letting him live. That, and a small sum of cash, was enough for him. After all, it's not like he had anything else to really live for. (Willa Ford certainly knew her stuff when employing the lost and hopeless.)
At exactly two minutes past midnight he found his way to Baker Street in London, England. At exactly six minutes past midnight, the body of a stranger was dumped unceremoniously onto the doorstep of 221A. The man's eyes flickered to the door next to it marked 'B' and sneered. Whatever the inhabitants of 221B had done to deserve Willa's attention, he almost felt sorry for them.
It was only eight minutes past midnight when he left the scene. In a matter of hours people would start to notice the dead man on the door step, strangled to death with a thin piece of wire. No items of identification to speak of on his person save for one. It would take a particularly clever person to deduce just why the only piece of identification on the body was an employee badge with the Tower of London logo in the corner.