Watchtower

[have_no_mercy]

When they leave Milliways, Tess and Jim enter what looks very much like an elevator. That's because it is. Steel all around with a camera up in one corner.

Smile, Jim, you're on TessTV!

She presses the button for the top floor and then waits.

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[have_no_mercy]

"One of them."

The main one, the only one she stays at. The others are for guests or just because she felt like buying them. A few are hideouts.

Tess straightens herself out and slides off the desk.

"I can open a door for you from here."

[just_cant_lose]

'I assumed.'

He washes his hands, and helps himself to a fresh drink from the bar. He's tense, wound up under his skin, but it doesn't show much and he's not unfriendly.

'So I'll get on with everything for the base. I've got a few other things on, but nothing that'll really hold this up.'

Unless Hannibal comes through with a door; he'll put everything on hold for that challenge. Or unless Sherlock comes back, which he'll have to do eventually, but Jim has no reason to believe it'll be any time soon. So. Moonbase it is.

[have_no_mercy]

"I trust if anything does arise you'll let me know."

It's only fair.

Tess is in need of a shower and some proper food. She glances over to him.

"Don't forget your bows and arrows."

[just_cant_lose]

'Can do.'

He finishes his vodka and sets his glass down. He needs to go. He enjoys doing this, but it's frustrating. And as an experiment, it just proves that Sherlock being gone is a problem he isn't going to go away.

A nod in her direction, and he collects his laptop and modelling device, and chucks them into Oliver's bag of arrows. The bow follows, and he's ready.

'Okay, kick me out. We've both got stuff to be doing,'

He does appreciate her lack of need for sentiment. He's not even going to try faking it.

[have_no_mercy]

"That we do."

Tess walks to the elevator and concentrates for a moment before pressing the button to open. When it does so, Milliways can clearly be seen on the other side.

"Have a good day, darling."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim snorts at that, and drags the bag over his shoulder. Fine, he'll play along, albeit in a tone dripping with sarcasm.

'You too, dear. Remember to pick up the dry cleaning, and try not to lose the kids after football.'

He pecks her on the cheek, tips her a wink and heads off, his mind already switched back to more interesting, moon-based problems.