To Lorne's surprise, Doctor Aaron seemed to have heard of Sherlock Moriarty as well.
They apparently knew each other through a club, though Doctor Aaron did not go into the details.
All he knew was that Sherlock had not shown up at the club for quite some time, and he did not have Sherlock's address.
The coincidence left Lorne somewhat surprised. Only after excusing himself to use the bathroom, performing a careful divination, and confirming that the matter had no direct connection to Sherlock himself did he breathe a sigh of relief.
After praising the great detective Moriarty's professional abilities to Doctor Aaron, Lorne gave him Sherlock's address and exchanged contact details with him so they could keep each other informed.
Doctor Aaron also fully understood that Lorne was injured and could not accompany him to commission the detective. After all, as far as he could tell, this Mr. Scott seemed even unluckier than he was.
After agreeing to notify each other of any developments, Lorne left the hospital. Instead of returning to Rose Street, he found an inconspicuous little inn in the East Borough and hid there for the time being.
Whatever happened, his health was the foundation of everything. He had to wait until his wounds healed completely before putting his next plans into motion.
"The submachine gun's design still needs some work. Ordinary steel just isn't strong enough..."
The Thompson submachine gun he had built by hand had been effectively ruined after firing around a hundred and fifty rounds on the night of the operation against the Rose School. The barrel could not withstand that kind of wear and had developed visible cracks, while the internal moving parts had also come loose.
"Should I modify the ammunition too? Large-caliber revolver rounds generate too much chamber pressure. They