It had been two weeks since Rebecca had put everyone through the new animus program, and Luna was happy to see that no one was suffering any adverse affects. She and Connor where still at a stale mate, and she was finding it hard to concentrate around him. Today they were supposed to go out and spy on a few markers, or people of interest in the city. Luna had taken Connor into the city a few times, but today would be prolonged exposure to the sights and sounds, and she prayed in her mind that he would do alright. It was still crisp and cool out on the late February morning, so Luna had on jeans, a snug fitting pale pink tank top and white hooded sweatshirt on with her leather boots. Connor had on a pair of dark jeans, a white Under Armour shirt and dark grey hooded sweatshirt on and Luna was already cursing that shirt, they way she could see his muscles rippling under it. He slid on his black boots and Luna smiled at him.

"You nearly ready to go."

"Anytime you are ready."

"Alright, this is your phone. If we get separated, you can call me on this." She handed him the phone, and he looked it over, swiping the screen as he had done when she told him how to use hers. He had a slight smirk on his face when he saw that his background was a photo of a wolf. Luna stood in front of him, looking up into his dark brown eyes. "Now while we are out, we are to look like two lovers out for a stroll. So I will either have my arm around yours, or I may hold your hand, are you comfortable with that?"

"Yes, I am. Are you?"

"With you, it'll be easy." Luna then put her arm around his as they started walking out of her apartment on down the stairs. Once they were out on the street, Luna hailed a cab to take them downtown. They climbed inside and Luna told the driver exactly where to go. The ride was quiet and Luna laid her head on Connor's shoulder as she slid in hand into his. Connor looked at her, watching her as she watched out the front window of the cab, admiring the way her eyes seemed to get heavier as they rode. Finally the cab pulled over, letting them out about three blocks south of Time Square. Luna handed the cab driver a few bills and soon she and Connor were walking arm and arm up towards all the people and lights. Once they got to the epicenter of all the activity, Connor felt Luna's hand slid down his arm, and then her fingers locked with his. Luna lead them to a small cafe just a down 45th and soon they were seated near a window, Luna telling Connor all about the marker that lived across the street. They sat and ate while they watched, and nearly two hours later, the marker was out front, briefcase in his hand.

Luna sent a text to the pit and now she and Connor faced the crowds again before descending into the subway. As they sat on the subway, Luna made another note about someone they had seen in the dinner. Connor was impressed at how well she was able to read these people. Suddenly, the cool calm Luna he was used to clutched onto his arm. There was a fear in her eyes that he had never seen, and he wondered what had done that to her. He scanned the train car, trying to find out what would have caused the sudden change in her, but her lips were nearly touching his ear as she whispered to him.

"Please don't get upset about this." Connor turned to looked at her, but her lips found his. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, looking him in the eye before a deep voice with a familiar accent said her name. Connor could see fear behind her eyes as she turned to look at the man standing in front of her, and Connor looked up to see a blond man standing there. Connor watched as Luna stood up, toe to toe with the man who was dressed in an expensive three-piece suit.

"What are you doing here?"

"You mean because I'm not dead? I'm here to finish what I started my love." Connor stood up next to Luna, taking her hand in his as she looked up at the man before her.

"How?" She locked her fingers with Connor's trying to feel some of his courage.

"Well, Clay seemed to be wanted by someone else, so I had them waiting on him. Who is this, someone to shower that affection on?" The man turned his attention to Connor, sizing him up as Luna spoke.

"Why, you upset I forgot about you?"

"You never forgot about me lamb, no matter how hard you tired. And you will always be reminded of me."

"Hardly. I forgot about you the moment I closed my eyes, and I haven't looked back."

"If you want I can arrange for you to remember." The man then ran his finger down Luna's jaw, and Connor grabbed his wrist. The man looked at Connor, smirk on his lips.

"What are you going to do in front of all these people?" Connor let the man go, who then turned his attention back to Luna. Connor could see the rage flash in her eyes, and he had no clue what she would do. She smiled at the man, standing closer to him, looking up into his gray eyes.

"Don't worry, if you're back in the city, I have eyes everywhere. So enjoy your time, you never know when it could all just end Tony." The man looked at her, disgusted by the american nick name she had just called him. He then backed away and turned to find another train to sit in. Luna pulled Connor back down in the seat, and he could see her slowly starting to fray. She started taking in deep breaths and he could feel her body trembling next to him. He pulled his hand free from her and he wrapped his arms around her. She put her head against his chest, breathing him in to calm herself. Connor remained calm, his voice just above a whisper as he spoke to her.

"Who was he?"

"A contract. He is not a Templar, but he is usually on their payroll. He is loyal to himself only, and he was causing more problems than we could ever deal with, so we wanted him out of the way. That was how they got Clay. That man has the blood of an assassin on his hands."

"Should I end him?"

"No, he maybe of use to us, we can watch him, well not us directly." Connor looked down at Luna, who had started wiping the tears from her cheeks, who was trying to look strong.

"Why did he call you lamb?" Luna did not look at Connor, instead she played with her nails as she answered.

"That was his pet name for me."

"So you used to be involved with that man?"

"A very long time ago, but I was also the one who put the contract on his head." She expected Connor to be repulsed by her admission, he pulled his arm from her shoulders, he then slid his large hand around hers. She leaned her head on his shoulder, riding in silence until they arrived at their stop, as they got off the train, Luna and Connor started walking towards another small café to check in with a few of the brotherhoods informants. He followed her into the small deli, where the man at the counter buzzed Luna through a door in the back of the room. She and Connor climbed the stairs, finding an old woman sitting in a room, and Connor was sure the woman looked dead, until she spoke.

"Luna, this man you bring, he's older than me." Connor looked at the woman's closed eyes as she smiled at Luna. She opened her eyes, and they were white, so clouded by cataracts that she was surely blind. "Oh, I see. He was sent to help, and he wasn't alone."

"No, he wasn't."

"Juno is gaining strength, but not as much as you have compiled. The ones you asked me to watch, you won't like this. Two are dead, one is fleeing town as we speak, and the child, he is still under their care."

"Thank you. We must head back, but is there anything you need first?"

"Always so kind. You are the only one who ever asks. I am fine, go." As they were turning to walk out, Connor held the door open for Luna, and as he was about to cross the threshold, the woman spoke to him. "Connor, take care of her or you will lose her." Connor looked back at the woman who had closed her eyes, not sure what she meant by her words, but he intended to heed them as a warning.