The Right Side

Differences

"If you would be so kind as to tell me why there's a woman in your livingroom," Charles Lee growls from the hallways. A few yards away, sitting on the expensive couch sits the girl Haytham found yesterday. Her eyes are fixed out the window at the snow, her body wrapped in a blanket. "That would be very appreciated."

"I found her," is the Grand Master's answer. "She needed help."

"What we need is for her to leave. We don't know if she's a spy. She could be faking all of this!"

"If she is, then we'll have to chance it. I have a doctor on the way already. She's eaten breakfast but she's freezing."

"So you want to chance us being sick? We don't need her slowing us down."

"I understand," Haytham nods. "And I told her she'll have to work for her stay. Trust me, I'm sure that she'll be a fast learner."

"With all that empty space, I'm sure she will." Charles crosses his arms, eyes moving to the girl. "Does she even have a name?"

"Not yet, she can't remember. I'm sure we'll figure one-" a knock at the door interrupts his words, the blonde girl turning to look at them. "It's the doctor," Haytham reassures her. "Charles, if you would be so kind."

The man nods, turning without a word to get the other man. As he does so, the Grand Master slowly enters the room.

"Why did you call a doctor?" Asks the girl in a light voice.

"Well, if you are to stay here I would like to know that we have no chance of getting sick if you are. Also, we may find out a few things. Perhaps your age, or how you got to the point of not remembering anything."

She nods, pausing for a moment. "Thank you. I haven't said that yet, I know I should've."

"No need to thank me, I did what I should. Besides, I'm sure you'll be an excellent addition to our cause."

"Your... cause?" She blinks.

"Indeed. I will explain everything in due time. But until then..." his voice trails off as Charles returns with the doctor. "This is Doctor Little, he will be giving you a check up is all."

"Indeed," nods the old man with glasses on his nose. "I'll need you to take the blanket off before we get started."

As he moves to the blonde, Charles turns once more to the Grand Master.

"Work for her stay," he quotes from their recent conversation. "Is she going to be another maid? You have enough."

"I was thinking along the lines of joining our ranks, actually. Either you or I will train her, depending on the day. She can be a nice addition."

"How the hell do you know that? She's tiny, I doubt she's even five feet-"

"Five feet exactly," says the doctor.

"No one asked you. My point is, she could be crushed by anyone. I don't want to waste time on her."

"She'll be fast. We have enough brute force, the Assassins win on their agility and stealth. With her, we can easily sneak into places we were unable to before. Trust me, Charles."

Before the other man could respond, the Doctor called them over.

"She's healthy," he says. "Around twenty-two years old, five feet and utterly healthy. I don't know where you found her, though. She should be back in England by the way she looks. Other than that, with her memory loss I'd say to just wait. Put out photos of her and see if anyone recognizes her. I do suggest giving her a name, though."

"Name her? She isn't a pet," spat Charles. "Name her Abigail or something, it doesn't matter."

"I once new a woman by the name of Romona Van Clarke. She was a tough warrior," Haytham says. "Does that work?"

"I... don't really like Romona," she admits. "But I like Clarke." At that, she is given a smile.

"Then Clarke it is. Thank you, doctor," Haytham hands him his pay, watching him nod and head for the exit. "Now that we know you're healthy, perhaps we can get started on making you more... comfortable."

"Thank you," the girl nods, flashing him a smile. "A lot."

"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do."