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'Remind me one more time why you're here,' Lesia yelled back at Logan who was running behind her. He had a bag resting on his shoulder and with his hands he held onto it. In the bag sat his laptop. Lesia had no idea why he took it with him – or why she and Ezio allowed to follow them – but it may be coming in handy. That were his words. Lesia honestly didn't believe he could do anything on it without Wi-Fi.
'I don't want to miss something like this!' he yelled back and almost tripped over his own stupidity.
Panting, they stopped when they were standing on Atlas Avenue. Lesia's eyes were first searching for crowds, pointing towards the rooftops. But they weren't there. Then she held a hand above her eyes while searching every rooftop.
'The camera is hanging over there,' Logan said when he had catch his breath. He pointed towards a large building on the corner of the street. It looked like an office. A lot of scenarios played in Lesia's mind while she was walking up and down the street, looking for Altaïr. Not only could he hurt himself, – there weren't any haystacks around and honestly a haystack couldn't prevent one's body from breaking when they performed a Leap of Faith – but he could be in serious trouble. He could've accidentally bumped or shoved the wrong people and get killed. Maybe he was dying somewhere right now and they would hear a couple of days later on the news the tragic case of a fan of Assassin's Creed.
Lesia snapped out of her terrifying and ridiculous thoughts, because Logan was waving his hand in front of her eyes like an idiot to get her attention.
'What?' she snapped.
Logan first gave her his angry-look and replied: 'I was practically screaming in your ear to get your attention. Is this you playing hard to get?'
'When my body is forced to listen to an annoying noise for too long, it will automatically ignore it,' she returned the look he gave her. 'Why did you want my attention anyway?'
'Jeez... I don't know... Maybe because your Altaïr is currently running like an idiot on rooftops. And your Ezio just left our fellowship to go and get him.' His eyes glanced towards a building and Lesia needed to turn around and see that Altaïr was, indeed, running on the rooftop. And Ezio had climbed already half of the building. For a moment Lesia was fascinated by Ezio. His hands were like eagles crashing down on their prey: fast, determined and right on target. He needed to make one big jump – because there were no other objects to grab – and then pull himself up. This was all done in a couple of seconds.
Ezio didn't hesitate or catch his breath; he immediately ran after Altaïr and, probably, yelled his name because the man in the robes suddenly stood still. Altaïr turned around and started to walk towards Ezio. She thought he would stop or at least walk slower when he neared Ezio, but he didn't. Instead he swung his right hand towards Ezio's face.
Ezio blocked his attack and held onto the wrist of Altaïr. Luckily, he was prepared for another attack of the Arab with his left hand and also held onto this one. He started to talk to Altaïr. And after a while, Altaïr started to talk back.
'I've never seen Altaïr speak this long,' Lesia said surprised.
'Yeah, well, it's probably because they need to repeat the same sentences over and over again due to their unintelligible accents,' Logan replied simply.
Lesia let out a sigh. Thank you, Logan, for ruining the moment. She watched the two assassins talk when suddenly her attention was drawn from them. Police sirens. She heard them loud and clear. Her thoughts went, yet again, on a anxious tour. There was a chance that it had nothing to do with Edward, Lesia thought to herself, trying to calm herself. Ah, who was she kidding?
'Stay here with those two,' she let her gaze fall on the two assassins, 'I'll look for Edward.' She didn't give Logan time to object; she was already running towards the sound, while praying that Edward was okay. Her heart was beating like an idiot.
She stopped. The girl was standing at the beginning of a street, her eyes glancing over the crowd that was blocking the road. In the reflections of the windows she saw the flashing lights of the police cars. Suddenly, she was scared of what was happening behind the crowd. She couldn't see anything, but she did felt the fear towards the scene. Lesia let her feet carry her to the crowd and she pushed people to the side. No one was really offended by this; some were angry, but when they knew a girl was pushing them they relaxed, others were too distracted watching whatever was happening. She pushed people out of her way until she had a clear vision.
Five police officers were standing in front of the crowd. Their arms folded and no expression whatsoever on their faces. Two police cars were standing on the sidewalk while an ambulance was standing behind the 'event'. Two paramedics were bent over two bodies, while the crowd was yelling confused or angrily.
Bodies. Lesia was now just as scared as the crowd. Her eyes followed everything that was happening. Were they dead? Did Edward kill them? She had to pull her thoughts together. She had been Edward for almost thirty-six hours, so was this something Edward would do? She needed to observe. So Lesia did.
It were two men who were lying on the ground. One was wearing a red coat, the other a yellow one. There was no blood, so he didn't use his hidden blades. Who was saying it was Edward anyway?
'He appeared out of nowhere!' A woman voice yelled next to her.
'No, he came from the sky!' A man said.
'The man was wearing robes!' Another yelled.
Edward was indeed the one who did this to the poor men. The paramedics were talking to the bodies and suddenly Lesia saw finally that the two of them were still moving. They were moving just like the ones in Black Flag who didn't get killed by your hands. It was weird.
Lesia let out a big sigh of relieve. No murders, yet. She wanted to keep it that way. Even though it was inevitable – they are called 'assassins' after all.
Suddenly she felt as if someone was tapping her shoulder. With a frown on her face, she turned around. The first thing she saw were two old pistols. Then a lot of straps, a red cloth around the waist and the hood. No doubt she was looking at Edward. What the hell was he doing?!
Panicked she looked around to see the faces of the crowd, but no one was really... seeing him. Some threw her a glance, but no one gave him one. Were those people blind? Stupid? Or both? Then she remembered something of the games. Hide in plain sight. Of course. She turned her gaze to Edward, who thought this was, somehow, amusing. He had a grin glued on his lips.
Lesia didn't feel amused at all.
Edward motioned her to follow him through the crowd and she did. She was amazed how he touched people and slipped past them without alarming one of them, while she pushed everyone aside and got annoyed glares.
When they got out of the crowd, Lesia immediately pushed the pirate into an alley before anyone saw him. He wasn't hiding in plain sight anymore so he could be easily spotted. Especially in those robes of him.
'Aren't you a little young for this,' he smirked. They were standing in the shadows of the building next to them. People were rushing past the alley, but no one looked.
Lesia wanted to smack herself on the forehead, but she restrained herself. 'Are you out of your mind, running off like that?' He didn't answer. He just shifted and out of his pockets came this... noise.
Lesia raised a brow. 'Is that what I think it is?'
Edward returned an innocent look. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I found 'em myself.'
She was still looking at him, holding up her hand. She waited until he finally gave her what she wanted. 'You robbed those poor men!' she accused. Lesia was looking at her hand, now holding the dollars he gave her. They weren't kidding, he was in love with money.
'They should've hid the money somewhere better,' he said, not even trying to deny it.
'You don't even know what this is called,' she said, her voice raising an octave. He grabbed the dollar and put it back in his pocket, while saying: 'Coin is coin.'
Lesia rubbed her hand over her face. She already had a headache. Everything that happened didn't do her any good. She has never felt all those emotions in one day. The nerves she felt all day weren't helping either.
'They're here!' A voice shouted from behind. Lesia turned around to see Logan walking towards them.
'Isn't she a little young for this,' Ezio joked to Edward while jumping the last bit of the building. Altaïr did the same. What did they do in alleys for Christ sake? On second thoughts, she didn't want to know, really.
Edward chuckled.
'You guys are okay?' Lesia's eyes went from Ezio to Altaïr and back. She gave them a questioning look. Not long ago Altaïr tried to kill Ezio and she had no idea why. Maybe he was just mad because he didn't understand. That didn't sound like him. But, he had a temper after all.
'We are fine,' Altaïr said not very happy, but honest. 'In this world I will listen to you.'
Lesia blinked a few times to let that sink in. The best thing about Altaïr was that he never spoke rubbish. That also was the reason why he didn't talk much. This, however, was something entirely different. Lesia almost felt flattered. Even though he had spoken with annoyance. She was, after all, just a girl. In his world women weren't allowed to speak and kids were just ignorant things, running around, causing headaches. How did Ezio manage to let him say something like that? Then again, these weren't exactly comfortable circumstances.
'Yes,' Ezio said with a clear voice. 'We will all listen to you, bambina. And, of course, to Logan. I think that is best for now.' He had given Edward a glare to let him know that he also needed to listen to the kids. They wanted to bring them home after all.
'So where are we going next?'