"Hold on." Sebastian handed me a helmet.

I nodded, and pulled the helmet over my head. We climbed onto the motorbike, and I clicked the visor into place.

We rode through the streets, looking completely harmless... Little did people know that the sports bag strapped on behind me was full of guns.
I smirked at the thought. We had enough guns for a small army.

"Ok?" Seb's voice crackled through my helmet.

"Of course!" I retorted.

After a little while, he cut the engine. We were out of the centre of town, looking at a large, modern house.

"come on." Sebastian said, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his blond hair.
I pulled off my helmet, before I unclipped the sports bag.

"hand it to me." Seb said.

"No, I can manage it." I insisted. But he took it anyway, and slung it lightly over his shoulder.

We knocked, and a man opened the door. "Mr Moran. And..."

"Kirsty Moran." I said, emotionless. I had been excited that morning, but standing on the doorstep, knowing that in a few hours time I could be either a member of a criminal web, or dead, I felt calm.

"Come in. Mr Moriarty will be down soon." We walked past him without a second glance.

The first thing that struck me when I walked into that house was how ordinary it looked. No decapitated heads dripping blood into the carpet, no guns on the hall table, nothing to say that it was the heart of a criminal organisation. The second thing that struck me was how big it was. For a girl who had spent her life in a small flat in London, it was a huge house.
Sebastian sat down on a sofa, but I stared around me.

"Like it?" came a voice with an Irish accent.

"Uh huh." I said, turning around.

"Sebastian." the man nodded at my brother.

"Moriarty." Seb said.

"Tsk. Please. Jim. Or at least James." Moriarty said, before turning to me. "I hear you can shoot."

I nodded, not wanting to boast.

"Shoots better than the champion shooter at Eaton." Seb said. I could hear the pride in his voice. "I taught her."

"Good..." Moriarty said, pouring himself a drink. "Bit young for alcohol?" he asked me, picking up a second glass, waiting.

"Fifteen, sir." I said.

"Ah, alright then." He poured Seb a drink, and then gave me half a glass too.

I tried it, and immediately hated it, but Moriarty was watching me, so I drank it.
I seemed to pass the test, as he turned to Sebastian, and they started to talk in hushed voices.

"Hey, Kirsty. How'd you feel about moving in here?" Seb said suddenly. "I'll be here too."

"Sure." I said, looking at them. "Is there a shooting range?"

"Yes." Moriarty said. "And quite extensive grounds."

I grinned. "Ok, then."