Even though I said that you guys probably won't be able to guess where my plot is going, I would still love to hear your theories. Why? Because I think it'd be fun. And who knows, I might use part of it XD
Desmond usually woke when the sun rose. The others slept like birds, being awake during the day and once it got dark they tended to slow down and slept early. That was if they weren't doing something they'd waited specifically till it was dark to do at least like their hit on Abstergo. Desmond had fallen into that rhythm without realizing it and had taken on those tendencies. So he knew when the sun rose every morning because his internal clock always knew when the sun was rising.
So the fact that he was awake now when the sun wasn't supposed to rise for more than a half an hour pissed him off.
It was a cellphone. It had been going off for the past thirty seconds and had totally jarred Desmond out of his sleep. He'd always been a light sleeper and the ring tone "never ganna give you up, never ganna let you down-" playing across the room from a pile of clothes wasn't helping the matter. Luckily Jacob seemed to be a light sleeper too. And he was also the worst morning person Desmond had ever seen. So when the music stopped only to start up again immediately he wasn't surprised when the sheet was thrown all over the place and the Arab stormed over to where he'd abandoned his jeans lay and dug around in them finally pulling out the silver flip phone.
"Who the fuck is this?" yeah, really not a morning person. Desmond turned back into the pillow, half and hour, he had half an hour before his body demanded he get up (and this time he didn't have a hangover to keep him thoroughly sedated). "Who?" Ignore him Desmond told himself. Sleep was way more important. "Who is this? How did you get my number? … No... Why should-... tell me who you are fi- … will you let me finish a sentence? Thank you. Tell me who you are... what do you mean you can't tell me; that's so stupid. What? I... no-" there was then some muttering and silence, Desmond closed his eyes. Half an hour, half an hour, he just kept chanting it. "Oi," something poked him.
"What?" he opened one eye, Jacob was standing over him, hair still totally bedraggled.
"It's for you," he said holding out the phone and Desmond blinked.
"Excuse me?" he pushed himself up slightly.
"It's for you," Jacob repeated. Desmond grabbed the cell phone and he was pretty sure he already knew who it was.
"How the hell di-
"You idiot!" it was Hawk, and he sounded pissed. "How did you lose your ear piece!"
"It fell when I dealt with... uh them," he glanced at Jacob who'd decided it was far to fucking early for this (Desmond had to agree) and was trying to go back to sleep. "Didn't the others tell you what I-
"Where the hell are you?" Hawk cut him off, he was agitated and hard to understand since when he was agitated (or overly excited) his accent became thicker.
"You need to calm down man," Desmond said.
"I couldn't find you for three days! Don't tell me to calm down brat!" he snapped, wow, Hawk was actually mad at him. That wasn't fun. "Now where are you?" Desmond told him, "We're coming to get you," he said.
"Now?"
"No tomorrow. Yes now Little Bird. Abstergo is all over the city, and the Order caught wind of what we did and that the Templars are mobilizing. They're sending squads here. Squads Little Bird, not just a few of them. They're serious. If they meet there will be war, and if they catch a scent... it'll be baaaaad."
"Fuck," Desmond muttered rubbing his head. "I- fine, okay," he nodded. "When are you getting here?"
"An hour, I sent the Little Eagle ahead to check out the area make sure the Templars aren't there already or the Order for that matter. Get your stuff together, make sure your blade isn't dirty, and say goodbye to your friend."
"Right. I'll see you guys then," he snapped the phone closed and got out of the bed, Jacob just pretended to be asleep.
Damn Jacob to all the hells Desmond could think of. Once again in front of the mirror Desmond found that neat, red, circular marks had appeared on his skin, this time all over his chest. Someone seriously had a kink and Desmond wasn't amused. Just what he needed, love bites all over his chest, at least there weren't any lower then that. It was a small consultation and Desmond dressed, in clothes he'd bought at the thrift store next to where Jacob worked, in the bathroom before leaving.
By now the sun had risen and was peaking through the window in the kitchen. Desmond went over to the couch and found the Apple which had rolled under under it before going over to the kitchen table and put his hidden blade on it's top. He then started to take it apart, using a soft clean rag that had been in the bag under the seat of his Ninja to ensure that all the small moving parts were clean and that they moved cleanly against each other without losing the speed that made them even more deadly then just an average knife.
Half way through putting it back together the bedroom door opened. "Hey there sleeping beauty," Desmond didn't look up when he said that, he was to busy making sure that the blade was sitting in the sled of the ejector properly so it wouldn't slide around when he used it.
"Who was that?" Jacob asked.
"Friend of mine," Desmond said, eyes flicking up for only a second or so, enough to see Jacob was just wearing a pair of pajama pants and he'd taken about six seconds to run a brush through his wild bed head.
"You invited them over to my house," he said sourly.
"They won't be coming in, no worries," Desmond said and twisted the clamp that held the blade in sled tightly and finally looked up. Jacob just had a scowl on his face and like magic Kadar jumped up onto the table. Desmond pushed him off again when he tried to nose around Desmond's hands and the hidden blade. He didn't want cat hair in the small moving parts, not after he'd just cleaned it. "Also, sorry about your bike."
"Why? You didn't do anything," Jacob's eyebrows twisted as he frowned.
"Cause I won't get to finish fixing it," he looked back at the blade to put the protective house into the groves on it to keep the delicate mechanics of the blade safe from outside harm, be it damage or weather.
"How come?" a chair scraped and he leaned against it.
"I'm leaving," he said calmly looking at the Arab.
"Why?"
"Because it isn't safe here," eyes back down on his work and fiddling with a few parts of the rest of the design before pulling up the sleeve of his new black hoodie and affixed the blade to his arm via the leather straps. "Well, not for me at least," he smiled in a dry mirthless sort of way and looked at Jacob from under his eyebrows.
"When are you-
Jacob was interrupted by knocking.
"I got it," Desmond jumped to his feet, grabbing the Apple up as he went and it found its way into his pocket. He looked through the peep hole first though he was pretty sure he knew who was there, but you could never be to careful, not when two of the most powerful secret organizations in the world were busy hunting you like a fox. There was no one in plain sight but looking at the very edge of the wall he saw a hint of the bottom of a pant leg. He undid the locks on the door before opening it. "You three seriously need to relax," Desmond stuck his head out of the door to look down the wall next to it where two of the three were waiting. He twisted back quickly when he felt something behind him and rightfully avoided a hit to the side from the other side of the door.
"That's for being an idiot," Altair growled at him.
"I'm not dead am I?" he asked them at large.
"Or captured," Hawk said looking vastly more relieved then the other two. Standing next to Ezio and Altair Hawk looked comically short and Desmond couldn't help the quirk of his lips.
"We need to go, now," Altair said looking down the hall to the outside door.
"I'll be right back," he said leaving the door open and grabbing his jacket and helmet from the coffee table. He was about to go back to the front door when he remembered he'd left his hunting knife in Jacob's room since it had been in his pocket last night. Rule one; never go anywhere without a blade, even if it's just to shower. He found it on the bedside table and snatched it up shoving it into the pocket of his dark jeans and as he left the room he heard talking from down the short hall.
When he came back out into the main room he was shocked to see Altair was inside the place, and he was talking to Jacob. Well making talking was to kind a word since Jacob didn't seem at all pleased by Altair's presence, the older man just had a strange shocked look on his face. And they were talking in Arabic, which Desmond only knew Jacob to do when he wasn't happy about something.
"We need to go," Desmond reminded Altair as he passed, the old assassin looked at him, then at Jacob. Fuck. Altair wasn't dumb, in fact he was incredibly intelligent, gave Hawk a run for his money on sheer amount of borderline useless information he possessed as well as useful information, and of course he noticed the red mark on Desmond's neck. And since Altair wasn't an idiot he knew exactly what it was from; which was why he was now looking at Jacob like a eagle about to rip something apart.
In about three seconds Altair went from calm, if slightly bewildered, to deadly and snapped out in his native tongue so fast Desmond couldn't understand it. Then the yelling match began. Well, sort of yelling match, neither of them really raised their voices, it just got steadily more and more intense and Desmond took several steps back.
"What's going on?" Hawk asked at his elbow. He and Ezio could probably only follow a small part about what was going on. Ezio only knew a bit of Arabic (helpful phrases and common words) mainly as as way to placate Altair, Hawk on the other hand only knew the most common words when they were being spoken but could read and write in Arabic as well as Altair could.
"You really don't want to know," Desmond pressed his hand over his eyes. Hell he didn't even want to know. But he could understand them perfectly and it was so embarrassing he wanted to die on the spot. After several minutes the argument just boiled down to them insulting each other. Jacob in three tongues, English, Arabic and Spanish, and Altair in more then Desmond could correctly name, the ones he recognized though were English, Arabic, Spanish, French, Dutch, German, Italian, Greek and some sort of language from the orient. After that though he couldn't name the rest, but there was a serious collection of them and Desmond could only assume they were colorful as the ones he was spitting in English, Arabic and Italian.
"This is ridiculous," Ezio proclaimed. The two Arabs were only a few inches apart and looking like pissed off cats. "Help me with this," he said to Desmond and stepped forward to grab Altair's left arm, motioning Desmond to do the same with the right. With great reservation Desmond did as he was told, and luckily the other two weren't even paying them any attention.
"Wait," he held up his hand to stop Ezio.
"What?"
"Hawk, are there members of the Order here yet?" he asked the Bostonian.
"Two squads arrived yesterday, another last night, another is coming today before noon."
"And Abstergo?"
"Anyone they can spare," he said.
Something in Desmond's gut told him something was wrong. Very very wrong. The street Jacob lived on wasn't exactly a busy one, but cars passed back and forth in front of the apartment building often enough. It wasn't until now that he realized though that he hadn't heard a car pass in front of the apartment since he'd woken up by Hawk calling Jacob's cellphone...
"I think... they're here," Desmond said ignoring Ezio and going to look out the kitchen window. No cars, anywhere, no people either, or feral cats. All there were were crows which sat on the top of the building next door looking across the road seemingly right at Desmond and a chill went down his spine. "We need to go, now!" he snapped turning around and heading back towards the others. "Altair shut the fuck up," he grabbed Altair by the arm, Altair glared at him, hard, "Templars," he said and that fucked up light came to Altair's eyes. This time Desmond got a chill for an entirely different reason and he let him go.
"Where?" he asked simply.
"Here," he said. "I just don't know where."
Altair smirked, "Lets find them then," his eyes turned gold, almost yellow and moved away from Desmond, ignoring Jacob like he was nothing, which did nothing for his mood.
"What the hell is going on here?" he hissed at Desmond.
"It's complicated," Desmond said, "Just forget we were here," he looked out the kitchen window from where he was letting his vision wash out. In his periphery he saw Jacob as a flash of blue as he stepped back, startled by the sudden eye change. He cursed to himself as he spotted at least one red flicker across the street but quickly had to remind him that red didn't always mean Abstergo or the Brotherhood. The police were red, as were just about every politician Desmond had seen on the TV while he'd been here with Jacob.
He looked back and saw the others were gone. He didn't need to see them to know they'd gone to check the exits and one was probably in the stair well. Sometimes it did pay to be paranoid. He pulled on his riding jacket as he left the apartment, holding onto the chin strap with his right hand. "Hey hold on," Jacob leaned out the door and watched Desmond walk down the hall. "That's it?"
"Just pretend I wasn't here. Shouldn't be to hard," he smirked.
"That's such bullshit!"
"Yeah well," his eyes flicked to something moving just behind Jacob. "Duck!" he yelled and luckily the man didn't bother asking why. He just ducked and shoved himself out of the apartment into the hall looking back inside and saw a man dressed in white standing there, a large knife in his hand, a gun in the holster at his hip. He shown red in Desmond's vision and without even thinking he dropped his helmet and ran at the man. Upon being closer he saw there was a red cross on the lapel of the man's shirt; Templar. So Desmond didn't feel guilty in the slightest when he tackled the man, arm tensing, and shoved his hidden blade through his neck.
When he looked up he saw more red shapes crawling in through the window that faced the alley and the building directly across from it. They all blazed red and deadly and spotted him quickly. Fuck fuck fuck! Desmond scrambled to his feet, blade being sucked back into it's unused position and quickly left the apartment, closing the door. Jacob was still against the wall, staring at him, his dark brown eyes wide in surprise, awe, and more then a little fear. "We need to go," Desmond said.
"What!" he practically shrieked in response. "Did you just kill that guy?" he sounded a bit like he was having a panic attack.
"Jacob," Desmond went over to him and grabbed him by the arm, jerking him forward so he'd pay attention. "We need to go. When those guys open the door and you're here they'll either take you to figure out what you know about us or if you're lucky they'll just kill you," obviously where the good option was death you didn't want to know the details of the bad option. Jacob stared at him. "Coming with?" he asked after a second. The door started to open and Desmond decided the Arab didn't have a choice since he grabbed Jacob by the wrist and dragged him down the hall, scooping up his helmet as he did.
On the street the other three were waiting for him. "What the hell is he doing here?" Altair growled, glaring at Jacob.
"He knows. And I bet Vidic would love to get his hands on him," he gave Altair a pointed look which just made the man pull his hood up angrily.
"Don't lose it this time," Hawk handed Desmond another ear piece, he put this one in as the door behind him burst open.
Four Templars dropped dead instantly when Ezio threw a quartet of knives at them. All of them finding their way into throats or snuggled into someone's brain. "Less talk," he snapped at the others who nodded and Desmond finally noticed the small gathering of matte black Ninjas clustered around Desmond's own. They looked like crows, sitting there on the pavement and Desmond pulled Jacob to his shoving his new red and white helmet over his head and getting on. The Ninjas' growled as each other came to life.
"Lose the Templars and we're meeting out on 95, heading south," it was Hawk's voice in his ear, though he couldn't see the man's mouth move since it was covered by his full helm. Ezio was tossing knives again.
"Roger," he told Hawk before flipping up his visor, "Get on," he ordered Jacob who was just staring at him. He was more then a bit in shock about what was going on. Desmond sighed and reached under his jacket, pulling the Apple from his hoodie and pushing it into the jacket pocket. "Get on," he didn't feel guilty about using the Apple on the other man. It was that or let him fall into the hands of Abstergo. That wasn't going to happen as far as he was concerned. The bike rocked as Jacob pulled himself behind Desmond and he slapped the visor down. The others were turning their bikes away since the exchange had only been a few seconds and the Templars were moving out of the building.
Not giving the Templars a chance Desmond lifted his left foot off the ground and twitched it through the motions of putting it into gear, then his right hand twisted down and the Ninja roared. The four bikes jumped away from the curb and without even talking about it four bikes became twenty bikes where scattered into the city to lead the Templars on the wildest goose chase ever as they spread through the city like a murder of crows. Behind him Desmond felt Jacob tighten his grip around his waist and press his face into his back.
This was going to get real complicated real fast.
