Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.

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Delivery - Part 2 (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

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Ezio crept towards the apartment building's front door, knife not in hand but ready to be flicked out of his sleeve at a moment's notice. The gunfight outside had been quick, but sounded focused and brutal -- short, pointed bursts of gunfire, the sound of shattering glass, several more shots -- and then nothing. Machiavelli had been tense. Leonardo -- poor Leonardo -- had looked like he was going to suffer from premature greying at any moment. All of them had been silent and unhappy, and neither Machiavelli nor Leonardo had protested when Ezio had told them to stay behind while he went downstairs to investigate.

Eagle Vision fell across his sight as he pushed open the front door to the apartment building, glad to see that all of the residents had stayed in their homes. Aside from a tiny pool of light from the light above the building's main entrance, the area outside the door was drenched in darkness, the nearest two street lamps giving no light -- the shattered glass he had heard. There was only one figure immediately visible within that dark pool -- a woman, her form lit by a bight, white, faintly blue light in his Vision. As the door swung closed behind Ezio the man let his special sense slide away from him, replaced only by the persistent lack of light. Whoever this woman was, she wasn't intending to hurt him.

"Ezio Auditore?"

She also knew more than Ezio would have thought she did.

"Yes?" He was frowning uncertainly, not sure what to expect from the woman -- who he could see now was blond and dressed in a white top. Anyone that showed up at his location looking for him, knowing his name, and being skilled enough to survive a gunfight wasn't someone he wanted to associate with while at a disadvantage.

"My name is Lucy Stillman," the woman continued. Ezio had never heard of her. "I need to speak with you. But not here."

Uh-oh. "I am not going anywhere un--"

"We have to leave now." Lucy pointed insistently, and Ezio followed her gesture towards a dark figure laying on the ground just at the edge of the pool of darkness. "That man is a Syrian. He came here to kill you."

Ezio felt his blood run cold, but a hard look at the prone figure assuaged his fears. There had been only one Syrian he'd come in close contact with that evening, and the figure on the ground wasn't missing his left arm. Which still gave him no reason to trust this woman.

"Listen, I have no--"

But Lucy seemed ready to that. "There was someone else here, too." The interruption was more insistent this time, as if she was determined to prove her trustworthiness as soon as possible. "A man in white--"

But Ezio was already acting, drawing upon his Vision and casting his gaze around. Now that he knew what to look for, a faint glimmer of golden light shined quietly from the bushes to his left. Already certain of who he would find, he none-the-less banished his Vision and peered over the top of the bush curiously.

"Hi," Desmond said flatly, giving Ezio a glare that would have reduced him to a greasy smear on the pavement if it were given physical form.

"Desmond," Ezio replied cautiously, offering his hand to the ex-bartender -- and to, he suspected, the now ex-delivery man. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Desmond replied, his expression shifting from anger into resigned annoyance as he accepted Ezio's hand. "Could be doing better." Desmond brushed off his knees when he was on his feet properly, giving Lucy a wary, wary look. He glanced back to Ezio. "Any chance I'm gonna be allowed to just go home and call it a night?"

Ezio frowned and shook his head. Poor Desmond. "I'm afraid not." He turned his gaze towards Lucy, dropping his hand into his pocket for his cellphone. She couldn't have set up pointing him out to a potential ambush in advance if it was Desmond she was indicating. "We will hear the young lady out. But," he added, before Lucy had a chance to speak again. "We are taking my car."