Chapter VII: Welcome Back
A/N: Have you ever thought about the fact William Miles could hear direct stories of Ratonhnhaké:ton from his grandmother? That's so crazy, and his lack of knowledge of his great-grandfather is kind of weird. Of course, I wouldn't put it past Ratonhnhaké:ton keep those parts of his life close to him, they were painful, and I can see him trying to spare his children from those stories.
A London Fog Latte sits in front of her as she tells a story about her childhood dog. He ordered an Americano, way too expensive for what is essentially watered down coffee. His lips curl into a smile as her eyes glisten from both laughter and nostalgia. He can tell she misses her.
"Did you have any pets growing up?" He stiffened, and she noticed. "It's okay if you're not comfortable sharing, I know some childhoods weren't as good as others."
"My grandfather had a rafter of turkeys, they went all the way back to my great-great grandfather." Green eyes lit up in interest.
"That's cool! I bet they woke you guys up, they're pretty loud." He chuckled.
"They could be quite noisy, but my mother adored them." Oh, he missed his mom. His dad sucked, but he missed his mom.
A glance at the silver watch on her wrist made Juliet's eyebrows shoot up. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize how late it was!" He shook his head.
"You're fine, this was nice. It's different from the club, quiet." Juliet shook her head in a small snort.
"Indeed." She held her hand out, and he took it. "Juliet, by the way, thank you again."
"Nolan."
"Well, thank you, Nolan. Maybe next time I come by I won't be such a mess." She liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.
"I've seen worse come and go." A guffaw left her lips as she zipped up her hoodie. He gave a wave, exiting the shop and speeding off on his bike.
" I'm just saying Smash Mouth is a valid musical group- Good morning Manhattan! Expect a cloudy, but dry day." Rolling over, hand hitting the off button, Juliet pushed herself off the bed. Rent was due soon, perhaps she should return to the Assassins? The thought bounced around her head while moving from her room into the small kitchen to make the coffee. Not out of need for caffeine, just simply for the taste. The smell of roasted beans filled the air, a subconscious smile appearing on Juliet's face. A sip of slightly bitter coffee, a dash of sunlight through the window. Yes, perhaps a visit to the assassin would be in order.
Upon finishing her coffee, Juliet threw on an old pair of pants and a matching sweater, perfect for the colder spring morning. The elevator's dings grew louder in her ear, second guesses bouncing around her brain, which she shook off, she kind of missed the late night adventures, even if the danger messed with her head for days after. She could almost hear her mother's voice telling her to go get that checked out in therapy, which made a snort leave her lips. Exiting the building and waving for a yellow cab, she made her way to re-enter her deal with the Assassin's Brotherhood.
"I'm here to see Mr. Doche?" The young woman's acrylic nails hit the keyboard.
"I'll let him know you're here, might take a moment as he just got out of a meeting, you can head on up there though, just wait outside his office, okay?" A thumbs up was given. "Have a good day!"
The older man was waiting by the door as she reached his office, he ushered her in, closing the door.
"It's good to see you, much has happened."
"Espionage or action?" Isn't espionage action? The thought was quickly dismissed.
"For you? Action."
An itching crawled up from her feet, running, climbing, she was ready. Face firm, Juliet nodded.
"Hit me with it."
"Abstergo Industries has been stalking several civilians, presumably for test subjects. One of them is barely 10 years old, we need you to watch their house tonight until we can get rid of them."
"That's disgusting, nobody's noticed?" "Anyone who has, hasn't said anything. Get to Long Island Sound by nightfall, and take protection," Doche placed a small post-it with an address in her hands. "Be careful, one wrong move and you will die."
"Understood. See you tomorrow, sir."
We know Desmond never used his real name once leaving the Farm and I just picked Nolan for obvious reasons, although his real name was on his missing poster so wtf Ubi?
