After charging the elderly ladies the usual servicecharge for helping them in their state of peril, Desmond sleekily yet stealthily sleuthed his way towards Cage's center of salutation – the place he called home. A long time devout Nicky-C fan, he has done this before. He knwe what to do. It was time.
He hopped on the subway, set on transporting to what he liked to call the NIcky-C district. Normally he would feign that his favorite sandwich shop, Blimpies, was there, which is why he would go there. But everyone that knew this idiocratic assassin wasn't no sandwich ho. He went there for for the bread and butter, which was clearly yet unmistakably Nicolas Kim Capicola. Otherwise known as the cage-man.
Surprisingly to the passengers, but somewhat less surprisingly to Desmond, the train screeched to a sudden halt. Most of the lights went out, leaving only enough to film a really cool looking fight scene in a film. But this was no film, this was real life. As real as Shaquille. O'niel, the b-baller. Not the scholar.
Along with that screechy screech came the screech of ther intercom as it becan to blare Beez in the Trap by Nicki Minaj, featuring 2 Chainz. Dessy Doritos was afraid this might happen, as it was only a matter of time before the 2 Chainz Gang interfered with his philisophically ambiguous plans. They were ripe to reap Nicki sabotage.
The lights flickered once, twice, thrice, then six mor etimes. He looked down to see his arm bleeding, velvety red like the coats of the red coats. He wasn't ready for this – it was almost as mezmerizing as the sight of his own red blood. It, being the whole experience of the subway and the hippity hoppity music playing over the subway speakers. Suddenly he was surrounded by men wearing svelt yet blingy bee costumes. He was a dead man, he knew it. No assassin was prepared for this. So far as he had previously knwon...
Suddenly, yet more suddenly than any sudden moment he had experienced thus far, he heard a scream. This scream was so sudden, that he priorly mistook it for his own. Yet it wasn't! It was a bee scream, as Nicholas Cage's burly boot crushed – no, squashed – the spine of one of the honey laden hooligans. And then another. And another. And before he knew it, he was staring in awe at Nick's brilliant physique, calmly standing over the men that may well have made him meet his doom.
"I smelled trouble" he fumed, his nasally voice almost echoing in the intimately sized subway car. "THese sick sons of bitches can buzz off." He triumphed.
As he started to walk away, Desmond stammered, "w-w-w-w-w-w-w-whait, wait, i.."
Listening to him find his bearings was unbearable, but Nicholas paused to hear him out.
"Is there.. Any way I can repay you? You saved me. These buzz-hards were after me, and you put a stop to it. You wreaked havok on these hive dwellers. YOur'e my.."
He was about to say hero, but the calamitous Cage spoke before he could - "Actually, yes, I think you can help me." It was spoken presumptiously, but Desmond wasall ears. "I've got this map, and I cant figure out wheat it's for. I've never bene able to read subway maps either, and since you seem to be managing yourself quite nicely, I'd even say brilliantly," he paused, admiring Dessy's own physique, as he had previously admired his own, his, "I just can't put it together, I could use some help, if you're inclined."
He knew this was his chance. He could finally team up with his long time admiree, and put and end to the templar's evilplots once and for allsies. He took the map in his hands ,making a point not to noticethey were on hte back of the Declaration of Independence. His eyes became wide, surprised, suddenly, by what his eyes lay eyes upon. "This.. This isn't what I expected.. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything, because I hadn't made any preconceptions of what I woudl find on the back of the declaration of, uh, i mean" He knew he was filed, but he would be wrong. Nicholas, his mind always on the task at hand, was too focused on liberty and freedom to take notice. "It looks like a map that leads to, another map. A map for a map. A map map, if you will" He said, still bewildered by what he saw. "But I can't tell what is mapped out on the map. If I had to guess, I'd say it's either an orphanage or a glue factory.."
Theeir eyes locked on, and to one of them everything became very clear. The other was stil pretty confused, but one thing WAS clear – they were both ready to form an action faction.
"Your map skills.. I'll need them. WE'LL need them. This COUNTRY will need them. We don't have much time – let's jam."