It was a rush getting into the compound, despite how relatively easy it was; Abstergo hadn't been prepared for an attack. Getting out was going to be the hard part.
Lucy took the lead, quickly leading them through the maze of hallways. She never hesitated and Shaun was, for a moment, grateful to have her on their team. He'd have hated to have that focus and angry determination turned on him.
It actually took longer than he expected for the first of the guards to find them, but about half as long for Lucy to dispose of them with a couple of quick flicks of her blade. Being in the hallway as they were was kind of a double edged sword; only a couple of guards can come at them at a time, but the enclosed area meant they didn't have anywhere to go if they need to run. However, Lucy was taking advantage of the situation, leaving a small trail of bodies in her wake, while he guarded their rear. Without a silencer, he’d really rather not start shooting until he had to, knowing the sound of the gun would give away their position to any guards that hadn't already figured it out.
They were about two hallways away from the room Rebecca identified as Desmond's, given the strange readings it was generating, before he no longer had a choice. Rebecca had already pulled out her own knives and was slashing away like some sort of crazed wolverine, a noticeable counterpoint to Lucy's swift gracefulness but no less deadly. As they slowly pressed their way forward, Shaun was responsible for covering their backs and, while he might have told Desmond once that he didn’t enjoy the killing, this one time he couldn’t help the feeling of grim smugness that curled through him every time one of his bullets hit their mark. It was startlingly effortless: aim, fire, and watch the surprised pain flash across his target’s face even as he took aim at the next mark.
By now of course, the rest of the compound's guards had to have known where they were. Between the sound of gunfire and the trail of bodies, they might as well have been dragging a neon sign after them. It was rather like some of Ezio's earlier assassinations, from before he had truly understood the value of stealth. Perhaps that was why the Templars seemed so off guard, so poorly organized. They truly hadn't expected anyone to come in, guns blazing and making no effort at stealth whatsoever.
Come After Me [Part 7/X]
Lucy took the lead, quickly leading them through the maze of hallways. She never hesitated and Shaun was, for a moment, grateful to have her on their team. He'd have hated to have that focus and angry determination turned on him.
It actually took longer than he expected for the first of the guards to find them, but about half as long for Lucy to dispose of them with a couple of quick flicks of her blade. Being in the hallway as they were was kind of a double edged sword; only a couple of guards can come at them at a time, but the enclosed area meant they didn't have anywhere to go if they need to run. However, Lucy was taking advantage of the situation, leaving a small trail of bodies in her wake, while he guarded their rear. Without a silencer, he’d really rather not start shooting until he had to, knowing the sound of the gun would give away their position to any guards that hadn't already figured it out.
They were about two hallways away from the room Rebecca identified as Desmond's, given the strange readings it was generating, before he no longer had a choice. Rebecca had already pulled out her own knives and was slashing away like some sort of crazed wolverine, a noticeable counterpoint to Lucy's swift gracefulness but no less deadly. As they slowly pressed their way forward, Shaun was responsible for covering their backs and, while he might have told Desmond once that he didn’t enjoy the killing, this one time he couldn’t help the feeling of grim smugness that curled through him every time one of his bullets hit their mark. It was startlingly effortless: aim, fire, and watch the surprised pain flash across his target’s face even as he took aim at the next mark.
By now of course, the rest of the compound's guards had to have known where they were. Between the sound of gunfire and the trail of bodies, they might as well have been dragging a neon sign after them. It was rather like some of Ezio's earlier assassinations, from before he had truly understood the value of stealth. Perhaps that was why the Templars seemed so off guard, so poorly organized. They truly hadn't expected anyone to come in, guns blazing and making no effort at stealth whatsoever.