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Hanging by a thread [2/10]

[(Anonymous)]

“Oh, come on Shaun” Desmond complained, placing the lid back, and jumping down from his beam onto an adjacent stack of boxes. “Have you even been watching? I'm a natural up here!” he added, taking a flying leap, grabbing one of the halogen lights and swinging on it, then landing perfectly on another stack, giving the Brit a triumphant grin, convinced he had made his point.

Shaun was unimpressed, “you mustn't take the powers for granted Desmond,” the oh-so wise historian suggested. “The bleeding effect is not a radioactive tarantula bite, and you certainly aren't Spiderman. Right now part of your mind may be convinced you’re still a Florentine assassin, but you have to remember that you're still in the body of an American bartender”.

Desmond huffed and waved off his concerns, “per fovore, you worry too much Leonardo.” he countered shrugging his shoulders, and climbing back up into the rafters, leaving the historian hoping that the other had just made a joke, and had not really forgotten who he was.

Deciding to move on regardless, Shaun pointed out another set of boxes. “Those one's next, I don't have a recent record of it.” Desmond turned and smiled, answering with; “qualunque cosa tu dica, amico mio” accompanying it with a regal bow, before hopping onto the chain link fence separating the living quarters and the warehouse, heading up to the very top of the storage space.

Shaun pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping that Desmond would just get on with it already. He had already received an extraneous lecture from Lucy about the possible symptoms of the bleeding effect. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on the buffoon, but it just seemed like Desmond wasn't grasping the dangers of his situation, and it was getting harder and harder to convince the pigheaded ponce not to take unnecessary risks.

“Uhh Shaun...” A voice came drifting down from the rafters, thankfully back in Desmond's usual American accent. “Yes Desmond?” the historian snapped, not looking up from his clipboard. “This is kinda high up…” the ex-bartender called, his tone discernibly less confident than it had been a few moments ago.

“Fantastic observations Desmond, now will you stop fooling around and get to the boxes, I'd rather get this done before the girls get back.” Shaun retorted, but when no response came from the novice assassin, a sense of apprehension dawned over the Brit. “is something wrong Desmond?” he asked looking up, noticing how the other was clinging to one of the steel beams, his body tense and unmoving.

Shaun repeated the question, but Desmond still didn't respond, panic slowly rising in his chest Shaun placed his clipboard back down and strode toward the nearest steps, ascending the three flights of stairs hurriedly until he was on the highest platform, then he made his way over, going as far as the platform would let him to where Desmond was hanging.

Now that he was closer, Shaun could see that yes, Desmond was clinging desperately to the girder, gripping the beam so tightly that his knuckles were turning white with the strain of it. His face had also gone all red, his breathing coming in irregular gasps.

“Bloody hell Desmond, are you stuck?” Shaun asserted, his fingers gripping the railing of the platform. Desmond looked sheepishly over his shoulder and mumbled, “Maybe...” trying to keep his eyes on Shaun and not the forty-foot drop to the warehouse floor.

The historian groaned in exasperation, “Oh for the love of- see? This is exactly what I was warning you about.” He nagged, launching into one of his usual tirades. “You go off grandstanding because you've got Ezio yammering in your 'aead, then the bleeding effect wears off and you're stuck on a roof with no idea how to get down! I mean-”

“Shauuuuuuun” Desmond whined, cutting the Brit off mid rant, “could you stuff the lecture and get me down... Please?” Desmond added, a helpless note tinting the last word, his brown eyes reflecting with his obvious fear; it was so pathetic it was almost cute. “Well, what do you want me to do? You’re the fucking legendary assassin!” Shaun snapped, taking a quick glance around for something that could help them, but found nothing that would be of much use.