Mary gasped as she sat up, blinking nervously and breathing heavily.
The blinking light in the corner of her room-more like her cell-continuing to blink and flash lazily. The door was open, letting in a few, small, rays of sun to enter, leaving yellow rectangles on the gray floor.
"You OK, Mary?" A voice asked and she looked up to see Desmond standing at the door.
"I'm fine," Mary said, trying to sound reassuring and calm.
"You dont seem fine." Desmond said, going to sit by her. "Another nightmare?"
She nodded. "Yeah. How did you know?" She asked and he shrugged, laying back on her bed.
"Lucky guess."
Mary shook her head and laughed, moving to lay next to him her head on his chest.
"I'm scared, Desmond." She said and Desmond wrapped an arm around her.
"Don't be." He said. "We'll be out soon."
Mary shook her head. "No, we won't. As soon as they get what they want, we'll die. I've profiled people like him."
Desmond stifled a giggle and said, "Oh really," And then an idea hit. "So, profile Warren. What is he."
"A textbook narcissist. He sets unrealistic goals and uses people."
Desmond smiled and Mary slipped out of his arm to look at him. "He also has bad breath and needs to brush his teeth more."
Desmond had to laugh. "I didnt know that was part of a profile!"
"Its not," Mary said, looking deadly serious. "He really needs to brush his teeth more!"
They both shared a laugh, but stopped as soon as Warren himself appeared at the door.
"I hope you wernt planing on an easy day, Ms. Clarkson and Mr. Miles." He said and the two assassins rolled their eyes as they stood up.
"Of course not," Mary said, sarcasum dripping from her words. Desmonds had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
"For that, Ms. Clarkson, your in the Animus first."