So is 2012 in story, not renaissance Rome.
PLOT TWIST OMG
May go back to Rome for a section with animus, maybe not. Haven't figured out all the story details.
"What would you possibly need MY help for? I'm not exactly… well, competent."
"You're unemployed, aren't you? Does it really matter?"
"Well yes, but-wait a second, how do you know that?"
The girl looked surprised. "Er… lucky guess?"
Derek thought. "Well, I suppose I could help, what do you need me to do?"
"Perfect! My name's Lily. You?"
"I'm Derek."
"Nice to meet you Derek, follow me!"
And Lily was off, running through the snow-covered park.
Derek finally caught up to Lily, after losing sight of her a couple of times. After catching his breath, he noticed they had stopped in front of a familiar apartment building. His apartment building.
"Why are we here?" He asked.
"Well, this is where I live. Didn't you say you were going to help?"
"Wait, but, I live here! I've never seen you before today!"
"Well, this is a pretty big building. I haven't met half the people here."
"…That's a good point."
"Come on, I'll show you my apartment."
"So, you worked for that politician, right? The one that died?" Lily asked. The two sat down on the couch in the middle of her apartment.
"Yeah, for about a year. Why?"
"Well, I wanted to ask you some questions."
"Oh no, you're not another one of those reporters, are you?"
"No, no, I'm just curious, that's all."
"Fine, but if what I say ends up in the newspaper, I know where you live."
Lily smiled. "Fair enough."
"So, did you ever see anyone… suspicious come by?"
"Well, there was this one guy that had a beard, with a bunch of guards. They were from Abstergo, I think."
"Perfect. Did they give your boss a package?"
"Yeah."
"Did you see where he put it?"
"I think he put it under his desk, why? Is the package important?"
"Well, thanks for helping me, but I should really be going." Lily stood up, and started for the door, but turned around. She took out a small card and a pen, and scribbled something down.
"Here." She gave the card to Derek. "It's my cell phone number. If you ever need help, call. But ONLY in an emergency. Okay?"
"Sure…?"
"Well, you should probably get back to whatever it is unemployed American Citizens do. I need to go."
