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Simply put, Moran was alone. The web was destroyed and he was after blood. He needed to drive out Holmes, make him pay, but that was proving difficult. It wasn't until a whispered thread of the once glorious network reached out to him that he was made aware of how to exact his revenge; After all, Jim had told him “with Sherlock Holmes, go for the heart”.
John was a mere wisp of the man he had been; the blow from Sherlock’s death seemed to be taking more of a toll on him than his own near death experience had done. He looked tired, worn out, had lost weight, clearly still in a depression. Moran could kill him, it would be all too easy, but then Sherlock would come after him full force.
No, he had to keep the upper hand. A well planned attack, brutal and lightning quick landed the good doctor in hospital, and it was only a matter of time before Holmes would seek him out, needing to ensure his safety. Moran would be ready then, Holmes would go down, and Moran didn't care what happened next.