Ginny stepped through the work floor, walking in between the booths. She kept her head down and her tablet under her arm as she entered the lift. With the tap of a button, the lift whistled down to the ground floor and the doors opened, revealing a picturesque view. She avoided eye contact when she passed by the other workers but no one cared. It was pretty standard for quiet, socially awkward Ginny.

"Shaun, for the last time, stop putting salt in my coffee! It wasn't funny the first time, and it wasn't funny the fifty times after that!"

Ginny smiled as she walked over the decorative bridge where Rebecca's voice greeted her.

"Aw, c'mon Becky, it made you giggle the first dozen times."

"No, it didn't! It was disgusting!"

"It's an acquired taste- Ah, well if it isn't Miss Ginny Griffin!" Shaun turned, smiling.

"Hi." She gave a slight wave to the British man behind the coffee counter and the courier girl with short, dark hair.

"Hey, Ginny. Got what we need?" Rebecca asked and held out her own tablet as Ginny held out hers.

"Yep. I'll send it over now." She said and her fingers danced over the screen, sending across the sensitive information on what she had hacked from the Templar computers.

As the notification on its arrival popped up on Rebecca's screen, she gave a grin and nodded.

"Thanks, that's great." Rebecca slipped her tablet into her bag. "I'll see you around. Shaun will notify you if there's anything else."

"Cool. Later." Ginny waved as Rebecca left.

"Becks, I'm sorry!" Shaun called after her and the courier turned her head with a sly grin, just to let him know she was teasing. "Ah, she loves me really." He said to Ginny and she laughed.

"Oh, I bet." Ginny turned on her heel to head back to work. "See ya later, Shaun."

"See y'around."

Ginny made her way back to her animus, still playing with the necklace under her shirt. Her earpiece crackled and Shaun's voice echoed in her head. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder as he said those famous words.

"Happy hacking!"

Genovefa woke on a small, uncomfortable bed with a tattered sheet over her. It was better than nothing so she didn't complain. She could only dread to think where her brother was waking up.

If he woke up.

Shaking hideous thoughts from her head, she sat up, stretched and began the day. The Assassins employed her as a maid and she cleaned and dusted and did all that she could for these people. They were nice enough; they didn't strike her or scream at her so she was grateful for that, but many ignored her and kind words were rare. For the past few months, life had passed at a considerably dull rate. The man, the Assassin that bought her at the slave market treated her very kindly. He smiled at her as he passed and when his hood was back, she could see his face, sharp features but soft eyes. He wasn't as old as she first imagined, whereas she expected him to be middle aged, he only looked to be in his early twenties. He was handsome and was strongly built and Genovefa admired him for it, promising herself she would one day be as strong and attractive as he was.

She never stopped searching for her brother. Whenever she was told to fetch water or one thing or another, she sharpened her senses and listened. She tried to pick up any information from the civilians, something about a gladiator of some sorts. But nothing. Often, fear took hold as she imagined the worst case scenarios, that Drustan had been killed by an animal or another gladiator, all the horror stories that she'd overheard from people, who watched this for entertainment.

"Girl!"

Genovefa snapped back to reality, her eyes wide behind her scraggly dark hair. She clutched the broom that she always carried and looked up at the white cloaked figure.

"Don't just stand around looking dumb!" She snapped, hands on hips and her face twisted in distaste for the foreigner. "Clean my quarters, you savage!"

Genovefa bowed her head and nodded, hurrying away.

"Ambrose paid too much for that welp." The Assassin sneered as she left and Genovefa noted the name.

Ambrose. That tall Assassin that bought her. The one that smiled. It was a nice name. Almost comforting. Familiar. She could remember someone telling her the meaning to the name. What was it? Ah, yes.

It meant 'immortal'.