From the front of the courtyard the assassins yelled angrily, the students just gave them funny looks as they streamed out of school, Desmond with them, tagging along at the edge of a group of boys who were headed away from the direction the assassins took at random. He stayed with them for a few blocks before one of them asked where the new kid had come from and Desmond left quickly to avoid suspicion. Once he’d lost the kids and the assassins he went into the nearest convenience store and grabbed a map. He didn’t pay for it, just opened it and looked at it. He found where he was and he found where Norich was.
It was on the other side of the city.
That left two options, he could take a taxi, or the subway. Seeing as how he had no money he decided on the subway and found the nearest tunnel entrance. He waited till no one was looking before jumping the gate and went to find the line he wanted. The train ride was uneventful to the Norich station and he got off no hitches and made it up street side looking around for his mysterious blue friend.
“Are you going to tell me who you are now?” Desmond demanded when he came up to him, he was sitting on a bench, head down, hood up looking more like a homeless person then someone an assassin would consider an alley.
“You going to keep asking stupid questions, novice?” the man asked in Arabic. Very familiar Arabic and looked up at him. He had a scar on the right side of his lips and when Desmond looked down at the man’s hands he saw his left ring finger was gone.
“Fuck,” was Desmond’s only reply.
“Sit,” Altair ordered and Desmond sat, he knew better then to disobey Altair. “Do you have the Apple?” he asked easily and leaned back on the bench head up, eyes scanning.
“Yeah,” he said lowly, it was currently digging into his back.
“Guess you found out the Brotherhood isn’t as safe as you thought huh?”
“No,”he shook his head slowly. “How are you still alive?” he asked staring at the man who he’d only known through genetic memory and still coming to grips with this fact since first he’d seen Ezio in Monteriggioni and now this. One of the greatest assassins to ever live; and Desmond was sitting next to him and was about as about as conversationist as a fish.
“The Apple,” was all Altair said.
“And Ezio?”
“Unfortunately; the same,” Altair snorted. “It isn’t safe here Desmond,” he said after a silence actually startling Desmond. “You need to get you and the Apple out of here.”
“And go where? I already had the Templars looking for me, and now the Order. Where can I go they wouldn’t find me?” he growled.
“Here,” Altair said as an explanation and a subject change all at once as he held out a slip of paper. Desmond grabbed it and saw it was a train ticket.
“You expect me to-” he cursed when he looked up after reading it; since Altair was gone.
Re: Raptors (3/4)
It was on the other side of the city.
That left two options, he could take a taxi, or the subway. Seeing as how he had no money he decided on the subway and found the nearest tunnel entrance. He waited till no one was looking before jumping the gate and went to find the line he wanted. The train ride was uneventful to the Norich station and he got off no hitches and made it up street side looking around for his mysterious blue friend.
“Are you going to tell me who you are now?” Desmond demanded when he came up to him, he was sitting on a bench, head down, hood up looking more like a homeless person then someone an assassin would consider an alley.
“You going to keep asking stupid questions, novice?” the man asked in Arabic. Very familiar Arabic and looked up at him. He had a scar on the right side of his lips and when Desmond looked down at the man’s hands he saw his left ring finger was gone.
“Fuck,” was Desmond’s only reply.
“Sit,” Altair ordered and Desmond sat, he knew better then to disobey Altair. “Do you have the Apple?” he asked easily and leaned back on the bench head up, eyes scanning.
“Yeah,” he said lowly, it was currently digging into his back.
“Guess you found out the Brotherhood isn’t as safe as you thought huh?”
“No,”he shook his head slowly. “How are you still alive?” he asked staring at the man who he’d only known through genetic memory and still coming to grips with this fact since first he’d seen Ezio in Monteriggioni and now this. One of the greatest assassins to ever live; and Desmond was sitting next to him and was about as about as conversationist as a fish.
“The Apple,” was all Altair said.
“And Ezio?”
“Unfortunately; the same,” Altair snorted. “It isn’t safe here Desmond,” he said after a silence actually startling Desmond. “You need to get you and the Apple out of here.”
“And go where? I already had the Templars looking for me, and now the Order. Where can I go they wouldn’t find me?” he growled.
“Here,” Altair said as an explanation and a subject change all at once as he held out a slip of paper. Desmond grabbed it and saw it was a train ticket.
“You expect me to-” he cursed when he looked up after reading it; since Altair was gone.