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Failed Synchronization
A Different Kind of Begging
When the begging is not for the money.
Altaïr didn't know what to do with this woman, he couldn't kill her because he currently needs to be in low profile. And besides, she was just an innocent person and not a Templar, no matter how crazy she was.
"Could you spare a few nice words please?"
Did she stalk him or something? He was sure that she was the same woman that kept bothering him for the past week. The short, old, black teethed, buggy eyed woman who almost revealed him to his targets numerous of times.
It started when he saved her from some guards a week ago. She looked at him with sparkly eyes and thanked him. He tried his best not cringe in front of her; because the sight of a woman whose age rivaled his great-great-grandmother, blushing like a young maiden while saying "My hero~!" was not his cup of tea.
He then noticed that ran into her everyday, shouting like an idiot and putting the attention on him while at it, with each day passing she said something new.
At first she said:
"Can you spare a look at the poor woman in front of you?"
Then...
"Look at me, hear my heart beating, for who? You already know the answer."
And to his dismay...
"Do you have some coins sir or anything else for the matter? Perhaps a love letter?"
And then...
"I want a tall, strong man who covers himself with a hood. Do you know where I can get someone like that?"
This is when he became afraid...
"Acra has never been good to me, and if the city thinks that sending you makes up for it, it sure does!"
And finally...
"You are the assassin of my heart, as well as lives, and I think I like it."
But today, she really toned it down. Not that he minded it much since he a had target, so the quietness is very appreciated.
He was proven wrong though; the woman hadn't pulled the last of her arsenal.
"Look at me sir! I'm poor and sick and hungry! I'M POOR BECAUSE I FELL FOR SOMEONE WHO KEEPS IGNORING ME! SICK OF THIS CHASE BETWEEN YOU AND ME! AND HUNGRY FOR YOU!"
Oh dear God...
The racket got the attention of one of the guards around his target, and he came closer asking, "What's with the noise here...?" He tensed up noticeably though when he saw him.
One...
Two...
Three...
"Assassin!"
It sucks to be me.
Altaïr glared at the woman murderously, and then he started sprinting.
He remebered something that Malik told him before the incident that took the man's arm off...
"When the begging women beg for your money, it's highly annoying.
But when the begging women beg for your love...
It's hell."
He couldn't agree more.