Sebastian Moran's phone rang.
That, in itself, wouldn't have been particularly extraordinary, except for two things:
First, he was supposed to be on a job- i.e. a part of the environment, a predator on the trail of his pray, and not attracting attention to himself.
Second, Jim must have changed the ringtone again, because Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" was blaring from the tinny speakers.
Sebastian groaned and pulled the phone out of a pocket. Flipped it open- surprise, surprise. It was Jim. He hit the button to answer the call.
"You do realize I'm working," he hissed, before his boss could get a word in. "Which means that Lady Gaga blasting full-volume from my pocket could screw everything up." It was spoken with a touch more irritation than it was his place to express. Sebastian sighed. "But now that you've interrupted, what the hell do you want?"