AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

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One autumn evening in London, the train hideout was at a standstill at Waterloo Station. The interior of the locomotive was illuminated by lamps and chandeliers. It was one of the few lights that could be seen in this deserted part of the station. In Jacob's carriage, Victoria was writing a rather important letter.

After a good day, the Frye twin passed behind her to rest and relax on the sofa. The brunette, in the final stages of her apprenticeship as an Assassin, barely paid attention to him, too focused on her writing. She heard Jacob clear his throat and felt his gaze on her. Then she remembered that she had been brooding all day despite her missions and interventions in the city.

Indeed, the day before, the two Assassins, having had a little too much to drink, had unreasonably let themselves go: a very particular hand-to-hand fight. Unfortunately, for Victoria at least, this was not simply due to alcohol. For some time, the two close friends had been hanging around each other a little too much, arousing the suspicion of some allies and Evie. Because of the drinking and the frenzy, the Rook and the Blackbird had flown together to the cloud nine.

For the dark-haired woman, what had happened was unacceptable - although she had enjoyed this very particular fight. Jacob was more than a friend, he was her master and so was the Frye twin for whom she had great respect. But this morning, Victoria had felt ashamed and felt that she had disrespected Evie. She didn't mind so much about the impetuous brother, the notion of respect was abstract enough when it suited her. But when it came to Evie, it was a mistake for Victoria.

"Oh! You're not trying to avoid me this time?"

The woman, interrupted in her thoughts which had not been far from drifting into hot memories, simply remained silent. As if ignoring Jacob would help her pretend nothing had happened — unfortunately, the effort was futile. She continued writing.

"I see, you decide to ignore me. It's better than watching you run away all the time."

Still no answer from the dark-haired woman, who was still trying to concentrate.

"l have a thing for ravens."

Victoria lifted the tip of her quill an inch from the paper. She frowned, wondering why he was telling her this. In her mind, she replied that she liked blackbirds instead. It was out of the question to give him satisfaction. She relaxed and blew slowly so as not to make a sound, her eyes closed. She turned her head towards him and retorted:

"I'm not going out with you, tonight."

Then she resumed writing her letter.

"Did I ask you if you wanted to go back to Seven Bells with me?" he paused for a moment and then resumed with a smile. "Do you want to go to Seven Bells with me, tonight?"

"No Jacob, I'm not dating you... (she turned her head towards him again, still looking serious) and sleeping with you was a mistake that won't happen again. You're my boss," she reminded him before turning her attention back to her letter.

"I am the Rooks' boss," he retorted, taking off his hat. "And you're not one anymore," he added, placing it on top of the Rooks' vault.

Victoria paused again and turned to him once more.

"You are my teacher," she tried to bring this important fact to mind as she pointed her pen at him. "You are also my teacher's brother. And you're my teacher," she repeated to reinforce the first point before resuming writing her letter.

Jacob was amused by Victoria's attitude. She was trying to be reasonable, but her eyes and the way she spoke — although she was trying to control her voice — gave her away. This made him smile even more. He pressed his back into the space between the armrest and the back of the sofa and replied: