Oppression{Jacob Frye Reader-Insert}

[VII]

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London was quite different from home. The people and the places had me in awe while I observed the new place. I wore my symbol proudly on my clothing while I walked through the city. I noticed that it was quite a few of men and women wearing the same symbol as me. I rose and eyebrow. 

People show their affiliations so openly here. Back home we kept it hush.

I continued to walk to my destination considering I wanted to see more of the new city I'm being placed in. The large parks, seas of people, etc... It was all quite intriguing. But, as much as I would love to sit here and examine every in London I had work to do. I continued to walk, but something caught my eye. I happened to look into the street and saw a young woman sitting beside a man with...assassin robes on. She had [Your Hair Color] hair that was [Your Hair Length]. Her laughter was very light while she listened to the man ramble. Her skin was a gorgeous [Your Skin Color]; obviously showing that she was [Your Ethincity] but with something else that I couldn't put my finger on. She reminded me a lot of her. Her beauty causing my mind to wander about how she has grown even though it's been about five years since I've seen her last. As disgusting and horrible as it sounds... I always secretly hoped the death of her mother would bring her back into my arms... but it didn't, she just stayed inside and away from me per usual. She then looked behind her as the carriage came to a halt. Her [Your Eye Color] eyes locked with mine, I smirked and winked towards her while her eyes were clouded with shock. 

Lorenzo said nothing about [Your Name] being in London.   

This could be interesting. I wonder how he'll react when I share that his younger daughter is in London with the assassins.

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I looked at the man more like glared while he moved out of my way while I walk into the building. I made way to the stairs while I took off my hat. When I finished going up the stairs I walked down the hall looking at the door at the end of it. As the door seem like it got closer the more emotion drained from my body and face. I placed my hand on the door knob and twisted it slowly and enter the room.

The middle age man looked up at me and smiled slightly.

"You're Antonio Borgia? " He questioned while placing his hand out in front of him for me to shake it. I place my hand in his and gave it a firm shake. I nodded my head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Starrick."

"Please, call me Crawford." He walked back over to his desk and I followed. I sat down in front of him and we began our conversations about our organization and what should happen to London.