“Yes, well, you’ll excuse us from joining you in bemoaning your failure. Conflict of interests and all that.” He was really starting to understand what Lucy meant about learning to control himself. You’d think he’d have learned by now.
The Beretta went from shifting slowly between the three of them to trained directly on him. “You know, I think I’ll kill you first. Or, even better.” That baboon grin was back. “I’ll shoot you and let you suffer while I finish off the ladies. Then, if I’m feeling nice, I’ll put you out of your misery instead of leaving you to slowly die of blood loss.” He raised his voice suddenly then, making it echo around the mostly empty basilica, “Although if Seventeen were willing to come with us, I suppose I could be convinced to change my mind. We’re not stupid, Mr. Miles. We tracked you as you made your way through the Colosseum. Our orders were to bring you back unharmed so I’d rather not have to shoot you. I’m sure we can to come to some sort of deal. You’re cooperation for their lives, perhaps?”
The thump of something landing behind him quickly dashed the hope that Desmond would stay hidden or, even better, had already snuck out. From the quiet sounds of protest from Lucy and Rebecca, they were just as unhappy about Desmond showing himself as he was.
“Send some of your goons back outside,” Desmond demanded, coming up close behind him. Shaun wasn’t willing to turn around to look at him, but then again, he didn’t really have to. He could feel the way the other man was practically vibrating with tension.
Eyes narrowed in consideration, Squinty waved a hand dismissively. The two men in the guarding the huge doors of the basilica backed out without a word. “That’s all you’re getting, Mr. Miles. I’m not sending the rest away just so you can kill me using your little pig-sticker,” he nodded at the hidden blade strapped to Desmond’s arm, “and escape.”
“Then how do I know you won’t just kill them after you have me?” He was doing something behind Shaun’s back; he could feel Desmond’s subtle movements
“You don’t. But it’s more of a chance than they’ll have if you don’t.”
“You don’t have to do this, Desmond.” There were only six of the thugs left. That was two each for him, Rebecca, and Lucy. They could probably hold off dying long enough to give Desmond a chance to get back up to the upper level of the basilica and get away. For some reason, that prospect seemed much more appealing than simply letting Desmond hand himself back over to Abstergo.
“Yeah, I do.” The voice was surprisingly low and right there in his ear. Desmond slid around him until he was standing in between Shaun and Squinty, back to the other man. Desmond took advantage of how close they were to subtly press something into his hands. Shaun recognized the feel of the hidden blade instantly.
Right before he turned to walk out with Squinty and the rest of his men, who were already starting to make their escape, all while keeping their guns trained on the assassins, something flickered through other man’s eyes that Shaun couldn’t quite identify. Lurching forward awkwardly, Desmond brushed his lips against the skin close to Shaun’s ear. “You’d better come after me.”
Re: Come After Me [Part 2/X]
The Beretta went from shifting slowly between the three of them to trained directly on him. “You know, I think I’ll kill you first. Or, even better.” That baboon grin was back. “I’ll shoot you and let you suffer while I finish off the ladies. Then, if I’m feeling nice, I’ll put you out of your misery instead of leaving you to slowly die of blood loss.” He raised his voice suddenly then, making it echo around the mostly empty basilica, “Although if Seventeen were willing to come with us, I suppose I could be convinced to change my mind. We’re not stupid, Mr. Miles. We tracked you as you made your way through the Colosseum. Our orders were to bring you back unharmed so I’d rather not have to shoot you. I’m sure we can to come to some sort of deal. You’re cooperation for their lives, perhaps?”
The thump of something landing behind him quickly dashed the hope that Desmond would stay hidden or, even better, had already snuck out. From the quiet sounds of protest from Lucy and Rebecca, they were just as unhappy about Desmond showing himself as he was.
“Send some of your goons back outside,” Desmond demanded, coming up close behind him. Shaun wasn’t willing to turn around to look at him, but then again, he didn’t really have to. He could feel the way the other man was practically vibrating with tension.
Eyes narrowed in consideration, Squinty waved a hand dismissively. The two men in the guarding the huge doors of the basilica backed out without a word. “That’s all you’re getting, Mr. Miles. I’m not sending the rest away just so you can kill me using your little pig-sticker,” he nodded at the hidden blade strapped to Desmond’s arm, “and escape.”
“Then how do I know you won’t just kill them after you have me?” He was doing something behind Shaun’s back; he could feel Desmond’s subtle movements
“You don’t. But it’s more of a chance than they’ll have if you don’t.”
“You don’t have to do this, Desmond.” There were only six of the thugs left. That was two each for him, Rebecca, and Lucy. They could probably hold off dying long enough to give Desmond a chance to get back up to the upper level of the basilica and get away. For some reason, that prospect seemed much more appealing than simply letting Desmond hand himself back over to Abstergo.
“Yeah, I do.” The voice was surprisingly low and right there in his ear. Desmond slid around him until he was standing in between Shaun and Squinty, back to the other man. Desmond took advantage of how close they were to subtly press something into his hands. Shaun recognized the feel of the hidden blade instantly.
Right before he turned to walk out with Squinty and the rest of his men, who were already starting to make their escape, all while keeping their guns trained on the assassins, something flickered through other man’s eyes that Shaun couldn’t quite identify. Lurching forward awkwardly, Desmond brushed his lips against the skin close to Shaun’s ear. “You’d better come after me.”