Amara wasn't exactly sure why she was in a jail cell.
One thing she did know was that it was probably Jacob's fault. Things like this normally were Jacob's fault.
"For fuck's sake…" She muttered, looking over at the other cell. There were some Blighters, and a couple of policemen outside the cell. "Hey, I actually don't know why I'm in here. Care to explain?"
"Handed yourself in. Robbery." One of the policemen said, before snorting. "Also did a funny dance." Amara groaned.
"Matthews, Graham, you can leave." Another man entered - Amara vaguely recognised him. Jacob and Evie had shown her and Kai pictures of their allies and Amara was about ninety five percent sure he was on the list.
The two men grumbled, but left. The man pulled a chair up in front of Amara's cell and took a seat. "You work for the Fryes?"
"With." Amara corrected. "Amara Jones...you probably don't know me."
"Mister Frye does. He claims you were hypnotised."
"He saw me get hypnotised?" Amara considered strangling Jacob when she got out. It seemed like a pretty good plan.
"Apparently." The bobby smiled, a small, awkward thing. It made him look handsome, Amara thought, with his kind eyes to match. "He went out to prove your innocence."
"To be honest, I would rather be out of here right now." She replied and the man chuckled.
"I suppose so. I'm Frederick Abberline."
"Oh! You're the reason Jacob won't let me drive anymore!" Amara laughed as Abberline blinked, startled. "Or at least part. I'm...not very good at it."
"That's an understatement." Amara wanted to ram her head against the bars at the sound of Evie's voice. "Miss Jones. Sergeant Abberline."
"Miss Frye."
"Evie can I please kill your brother?" Amara asked, and judging from the amused look on Abberline's face, he knew it was an empty threat.
"You would miss him if he was dead." Evie retorted calmly. Amara had to admit she had a point. "Besides, he's managed to catch the man responsible. Apparently, he isn't even Italian."
"I just feel like I've been conned right now." Amara sighed. "Not even Italian. That's, like, a massive disappointment."
"I think he's cockney." Evie added, tone light, and Amara groaned.
"That's like, ten times worse. I just feel like an idiot now, Evie." Evie laughed at that, eyes bright. Amara hadn't heard Evie laugh much - it was a beautiful thing, and she wanted to hear more of it
"Freddy!" Jacob made himself known by announcing Abberline's name in a very loud voice. Amara noticed he had a body slung over his shoulder and she raised an eyebrow.
"Is he dead?" Abberline sounded so very tired and unimpressed. He was probably used to Jacob bringing him criminals slung over his shoulder. Amara recalled Jacob returning to a liberated Templar base of operations, his nose bloodied but merrily twirling a gun in one hand after a bounty hunt - he'd probably killed the criminal.
"Have a little faith - he's just knocked out. How do you like the cells, Little Lady?"
"They smell gross and you owe me big time, Frye." Amara responded, voice full of false cheer. "And since he is alive, can I kill him?"
"That would be murder, and we don't encourage that." Abberline let out a snort at Jacob's answer and Evie rolled her eyes pointedly, though her lips twitched upwards.
Abberline got to his feet and unlocked the cell, Amara being swapped for the man who was now slowly gaining consciousness. She dusted herself off absently.
"Where's my hat?" She asked, and Jacob settled it on Amara's head for her. "Thank you."
"Any time." Jacob grinned. "Do you want to meet the man who, indirectly, got you hypnotized?" Amara shrugged.
"Sure. Why not?"
"We'll be on our way, then." Evie offered a smile to Abberline. "Thank you, sergeant."
"You aren't half bad - You know, for a bobby. " Amara offered a wink. Abberline's lips twitched upwards.
"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other - especially if you stick with Jacob."
"Your words wound me deeply, Freddy." Jacob let out a fake gasp and Amara and Evie snorted in unison. "You two are terrible, also. But we have places to be - let's go."
XoooX
"What have you got there?" Kai had made his way into the carriage Henry had claimed as his own. The man was currently looking through a book, half bent over it as elegant hands turned the pages. Sometimes, Kai found it hard to remember that Henry Green was an assassin, with his gentle nature and interests that lay with his books, but he could see the glint of a blade in the light when he turned and offered Kai a smile.
"It's a book."
"Yes, I got that much, Henry." Kai made his way over, peering at the contents, and let out a surprised noise. "Flowers?"
"And the meanings of." Henry added. He sounded sheepish, slightly embarrassed. "It's a...a hobby."
"You are absolutely terrifying - no wonder you're an assassin." Kai teased, his smile good natured. Henry rolled his eyes.
"You are so funny." Henry retorted.
"Are you collecting flowers, too?" Kai laughed, but stopped when he saw Henry's face begin to turn red. "Oh my God, you are!"
"I don't have to be completely meticulous to be an Assassin." Henry sniffed. "I find it interesting. Is there a problem with that?"
"Of course not!" Kai assured him hastily. "I just wasn't expecting it, that's all. How many have you got?"
"Excuse me?"
"Flowers. How many?" Kai clarified. "I assume you press them?
"I...why are you so curious?" Henry sounded wary and Kai was suddenly relieved that his skin was dark - he could feel his cheeks heating in embarrassment.
"Is it a crime to wonder what my friend likes to do in his free time?" Kai shoved his hands in his pockets. "Besides, I could help."
"You don't look the type."
"A bit insulting there, Henry." Kai raised an eyebrow. "Just because I am a bit taller than average doesn't mean I can't enjoy simple things. Like flower pressing."
"I more so meant the muscle." Henry muttered. Kai choked. Henry's cheeks pinked. "I meant...I…"
"No, I get it." Kai managed. "I'll keep an eye out for you."
"...Don't tell Jacob?" Henry asked and Kai laughed at that.
"If you don't want me to, I won't." He grinned. "My lips are sealed, my dear Mr Green."
The relative calm of the train was disrupted when the sound of a very drunk Jacob and a laughing Amara singing a drinking song. Kai could hear Evie attempting to quiet them, but she kept breaking off into giggles.
"I didn't know Jacob could sing." Henry commented as the other man finished singing to clapping from Amara. Kai shook his head.
"They're all absolutely drunk, aren't they?"
"Of course." Henry offered him a smile. "Should we help them to bed?" Kai snorted.
"And end up covered in sick and reeking of alcohol? No thank you. They brought this upon themselves - they can deal with the consequences."