Several cars making their way down the street suddenly got a very unpleasent surprise as a brown haired man threw himself across their hoods or shot out in front of them making them slam on their breaks. One wasn’t quick enough on the brakes and hit two men chasing the first sending them sprawling.
Desmond didn’t see any of this as he shoved his way through the crowd on the street to put more distance between himself and his former allies. He managed to put about half a block between them before he realized he was being and idiot and stopped long enough to pull the Apple out of his backpack. It glowed in his hand, not brightly, but enough to cast a light. He needed to vanish; now. The metal in his palm throbbed and he knew was invisible. His theory was proved true when the assassins ran past him as he pressed himself against a wall and let out a sigh of relief.
But now he was using the Apple. Great. As if he didn’t have enough mental issues already with the bleeding effect. Checking down the street he saw that his pursuers had run more then a block past his location and were splitting up.
For now though he was safe, that was what was important. And the Apple was safe too. He put the Apple away his invisibility fading as he did, he got a few funny looks as he suddenly appeared but he was already walking quickly down the street and away from them.
He kept up his Eagle Vision, so he could see the assassins if they tried to sneak up on him. Not even Shaun and Rebecca knew he could do this, it didn’t transfer in the Animus apparently so it just always seemed like he knew by instinct who and where was what.
Ten minutes of glancing over his shoulder later he stopped dead when a light flickered at the corner of his eye. At first he was ready to bolt but then he realized it wasn’t red; it was blue. He squinted at it as it to see it was real. He’d seen Rebecca and Shaun briefly on his flight from the headquarters, they’d been red too. Who was this? Desmond waited for the light to change and crossed the street, flexing his hand as he did and the hidden blade sliding down to kiss his fingers.
“There you are,” the man spoke English, but not any accent he recognized, like they were all the accents of all languages all mixed together. He wore a white hoodie like Desmond did, only not as bulky, and the hood was pulled up as he relaxed casually against the building as Desmond walked up to him.
“Who are you?” Desmond demanded before he got an answer they both heard a ‘there he is!’ and Desmond looked back and cursed as several red marks spotted them across the street, diagonally from them.
“Later, lets go,” the man grabbed the back of Desmond’s collar and pulled the hood up. Not knowing what else to do, he followed and the man went from jogging to a sprint in three seconds shoving people out of the way as he went. Desmond started for a second before he gave chase after the man dropping Eagle Vision to better see the people around him as he crashed after the man.
The man led him through a gate to the front of what had once obviously been a church, it now appeared a school but Desmond couldn’t be sure since the sign wasn’t in English.
“Why are we stopping?” Desmond panted, the man just looked at his watch but said nothing. A minute or so later the assassins ran past, one of them spotted them and called his partner back. As he did above the bell of the old church rang.
“Meet me at Norich and 44th,” said the man as the doors behind them opened and out poured a school full of high school students. Desmond couldn’t believe his dumb luck, they all wore long white sleeved shirts and dark pants (the girls skirts) and a tie. A few of them wore jackets with hoods on them as well and when Desmond looked over at the man; he was gone!
Re: Raptors (2/3)
Desmond didn’t see any of this as he shoved his way through the crowd on the street to put more distance between himself and his former allies. He managed to put about half a block between them before he realized he was being and idiot and stopped long enough to pull the Apple out of his backpack. It glowed in his hand, not brightly, but enough to cast a light. He needed to vanish; now. The metal in his palm throbbed and he knew was invisible. His theory was proved true when the assassins ran past him as he pressed himself against a wall and let out a sigh of relief.
But now he was using the Apple. Great. As if he didn’t have enough mental issues already with the bleeding effect. Checking down the street he saw that his pursuers had run more then a block past his location and were splitting up.
For now though he was safe, that was what was important. And the Apple was safe too. He put the Apple away his invisibility fading as he did, he got a few funny looks as he suddenly appeared but he was already walking quickly down the street and away from them.
He kept up his Eagle Vision, so he could see the assassins if they tried to sneak up on him. Not even Shaun and Rebecca knew he could do this, it didn’t transfer in the Animus apparently so it just always seemed like he knew by instinct who and where was what.
Ten minutes of glancing over his shoulder later he stopped dead when a light flickered at the corner of his eye. At first he was ready to bolt but then he realized it wasn’t red; it was blue. He squinted at it as it to see it was real. He’d seen Rebecca and Shaun briefly on his flight from the headquarters, they’d been red too. Who was this? Desmond waited for the light to change and crossed the street, flexing his hand as he did and the hidden blade sliding down to kiss his fingers.
“There you are,” the man spoke English, but not any accent he recognized, like they were all the accents of all languages all mixed together. He wore a white hoodie like Desmond did, only not as bulky, and the hood was pulled up as he relaxed casually against the building as Desmond walked up to him.
“Who are you?” Desmond demanded before he got an answer they both heard a ‘there he is!’ and Desmond looked back and cursed as several red marks spotted them across the street, diagonally from them.
“Later, lets go,” the man grabbed the back of Desmond’s collar and pulled the hood up. Not knowing what else to do, he followed and the man went from jogging to a sprint in three seconds shoving people out of the way as he went. Desmond started for a second before he gave chase after the man dropping Eagle Vision to better see the people around him as he crashed after the man.
The man led him through a gate to the front of what had once obviously been a church, it now appeared a school but Desmond couldn’t be sure since the sign wasn’t in English.
“Why are we stopping?” Desmond panted, the man just looked at his watch but said nothing. A minute or so later the assassins ran past, one of them spotted them and called his partner back. As he did above the bell of the old church rang.
“Meet me at Norich and 44th,” said the man as the doors behind them opened and out poured a school full of high school students. Desmond couldn’t believe his dumb luck, they all wore long white sleeved shirts and dark pants (the girls skirts) and a tie. A few of them wore jackets with hoods on them as well and when Desmond looked over at the man; he was gone!