The Informant

by anayu123

Running the streets of New York is easy enough with practice, avoiding Abstergo suspicion is not. With the numbers of assassins dwindling, they've hired ordinary hands to do the jobs they can't spare people for. Information retrieval is her specialty, and so is serving eggs.

1. Prologue

Her feet are swollen and beat red by the time she reaches her door, barely making it inside and to the couch as she collapses.

Training was hard, but she couldn't just give up. Her fingers are slightly cracked from the brick and stone she has been climbing, her arms tired from heaving her body up and over buildings and back down again. She is growing stronger each day, even if by the end of it she feels weak and exhausted.