Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm went off next to the bed of one James Moriarty. However, he was not asleep. On the contrary, He was sat cross-legged on his bed playing the violin naked with his spinal column visibly pushing against his skin, as if wanting to escape from his human flesh.
Awful sounding chords kept playing as he gazed into thin air thinking about... Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Back then, My mind was still in its adolescent stage. I had the ability but was still simply trying to fit into society as a cover for anything that could possibly happen later on in life. I was simply living to live.
The alarm managed to wake me from my stupor and my eyes managed to glance past the card that was laying on my desk. The idea did cross my mind once or twice during my waking hours. However, from all the scenarios that I had calculated, I had a 90.543% likelihood of encountering gunfire or a 65.184% probability of encountering the police force. I still had a slight moral compass back then, that stupid little voice in your head telling you no. I do not ever accept No.
I then went and showered before deciding on anything else. My mind was filled with too many scenarios and possibilities then and my thinking was in disarray due to the possibility of homelessness...
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The cool feeling of water clinging to my face before letting go, caused me to hold my breath and close my eyes as it revived me. Maybe it was that feeling of being on the edge of life and death replicating the feeling of drowning slowly underwater which roused me from my trance. I ran my fingers through my hair tilting my face upwards, haah...
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I walked out of another job interview, those people simply didn't understand mathematics. Sigh, why is it only me that can see it? They're all just so... normal. So, So Normal.
Checking my watch, I realised it was nearing four o'clock already. Haah, It's time to go and pick my brother up from the train station already? fine.
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"So, James- have you found anything to do in London yet?" my younger brother, Jimmy said trying to propel a conversation, "Mind you, there isn't much stuff apart from a math teacher or some sorta scientist that you could do, right?"
"Yes, Yes, Jimmy I get it- You've just been given days off but seriously I still have some stuff to think about" I sternly criticised him, "after all, I still haven't paid my rent off this month and I'm jobless...haah- okay sorry I shouldn't have raised my voice at you."
"Well, I still have some money on me... if that helps ease things over for this month?" He said walking behind me with a soldiers stride.
sigh, "yeah that would help out a lot" I replied meekly.
We walked on for a little while before he told me of the details of his flight back to Belfast next week. After all, he was only visiting me for a while before going back to his house in Northern Ireland.
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We reached my apartment and before long, he came out holding a bundle of cash which I quickly counted to be just over half of my rent for this month.
Haah Alright, I went and delivered this amount to the landlady and still heard her nagging for the remaining amount before the end of the week.
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Later that night, where my brother was all settled in and asleep, I, on the contrary, was still up and awake calculating all my other options. I couldn't invest in the potential stocks I had my eye on because I didn't have the money. Banks wouldn't lend me it due to my poor interaction with them and borrowing from a loan shark is too risky. All other indicators point to only one thing, that card. The shipping warehouse job had the least probable risk and still allowed me to pay off my rent before the end of this week...
Snatch*
Ring*
"So, I see you still needed the cash, I've checked you out, Mr Moriarty. Maths Genius huh? Well, You don't need to ask questions, just head to the following address that I'm about to text you at 8 AM tomorrow. I'll see you there. Be prompt Mr Moriarty, Be prompt."
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I woke up earlier than expected and showered at the exact time as I did yesterday. I left my little brother a note about going out before leaving for the address provided yesterday. I properly hid all the legally questionable chemicals obviously and only left the legal ones out before we returned yesterday.
Getting on the bus to the destination, I realised how normal all these people were, even my little brother yesterday was Boring, Boring, Boring. They're all looking out of the bus window but they just don't understand anything. All they see is, ooh pretty sky- house- pretty park. It frustrates me. Their lives just flatline then drop even lower...
Before I knew it, I was at the bus stop walking towards the destination specified. Turning a corner, I had reached something that looked like an abandoned warehouse which was not far from the London Docklands. As instructed, I waited outside before a small figure which I recognised as the person on the phone earlier came out.
He hurriedly invited me in at exactly 8 AM before showing me around the warehouse, in fact, it really did look like it was just a normal warehouse where people were sorting children's toys.
"You ask no questions, you get paid as you walk out, £15 an hour, 7 hours a day, Monday to Thursday, you finish at 4." He added as he pointed towards the line of workers. Understanding what he meant, I got to it.
The actual labour wasn't difficult, simply repetitive. I had the job of attaching heads to the different figurines. As the inside was too dark to see into, I only had to smell at the small gap where the head went for me to understand it was cocaine. precisely, Cocaine hydrochloride mixed with glucose powder due to the sweet floral scent, but also the slightly metallic and chemical-like tinge mixed into the smell. I believe the sweetness that adds to the floral scent is the glucose mixed in... I used to sell this exact stuff before that university dismissed me for it. Unfortunately, I had to stop trading after that due to the probability of the school reporting me to the police next instead of keeping it as an internal affair.
Hm. As I thought, this was definitely a cover-up for an organization's drug trading scheme. However, I only need to work here for a few days to pay off the rent and have some leftover... Wait.
Their operations don't seem quite as fluid as they could have been, I realised as I glanced around the whole area. The problem started with the simple set-up of this place. I calculated 50 different set-ups of the supply chain through here and 31 of them had at least a 50% greater efficiency. However, the best set-up - I remember- had a 71.3% greater efficiency than the current one.
Before I knew it, that day ended and as expected, the man who introduced himself to me as David had paid me the exact amount promised.
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I was still thinking about the possibility of coming into contact with the organization heads and pitching them the idea. After all, if they were willing to pay £120 a day to each worker in this place - then it meant that they were bringing in enough profits to employ this many people. hmm.
I worked out multiple scenarios in my mind but all of them were too obvious that it was me, after all- I'm the only one smart enough that has visited the area. Sigh. Do I really have to do that...
Slowly, A plan was fleshing itself out inside of my mind...