"This is our humble abode, Ange."
"Not the...kind of place I expected Assassins to hide."
"'Hide in plain site'," Desmond said dryly.
"Claude told me before this they were hiding in the catacombs," Rebecca said.
"Oui, I am...too...familiar with that operation," Ange said, quietly and with evident discomfort.
Rather than prying, Rebecca turned to Desmond.
"You did great out there, Desmond."
"Indeed, the Bleeding Effect really is remarkable," Shaun said, who he had taken a seat on his cot, with an icepack.
"Thanks."
He felt a bit of trepidation and impropriety with the next question, but asked anyway. "You guys didn't...reveal anything, did you?"
"Nothing true," Shaun said. That was a great relief. "Or rather, nothing true and important."
"I'll make sure no one followed us," Rebecca said. She turned and patted Desmond on the shoulder. "Grab yourself a beer, Dez. You earned it."
The whole incident had certainly take its toll on him. He went for the refrigerator and took out a beer, popping it opened and promptly chugging.
Ange timidly approached him. "I am sorry for your loss of Claude, Mr. Miles."
"It's war, people die," Desmond said simply. He had killed four Templars himself, two of whom Ange may have known.
"I...I was part of what they called 'The Great Purge.' I stalked the very catacombs beneath this city. I believe I recognize a face from that shrine your...deceased friend built."
Those were powerful words, but Desmond simply provided a sympathetic ear. Ange continued. "There were no children there but we were...told to show no mercy."
This was tender and uncomfortable territory, but somehow Desmond also found it intriguing.
"What allowed you to...kill so many of us so quickly? From what Vidic told me Assassins have nearly been wiped off the face of the Earth."
"I think it was that damn Animus technology. I was assigned to guard the one they called Subject 4. Once they could...pull answers straight out of people's heads..."
Desmond looked around uncomfortably. Ange did not know Lucy's role in developing the Animus. Fortunately she looked out earshot, or at least like she was not paying attention.
"You're probably right," Desmond said darkly.
What a strange night it was, not one he would ever forget.