"Garrett..." he whispered. Garrett's breathing stopped for a short second, but it continued, and he didn't turn around.
"Please, I didn't come here to kill Basso. I didn't even know he was here until you showed me. I'm glad you burned that letter, I'm ashamed I didn't when I found out."
"What are you doing here, Corvo?" He asked in a deep, tired voice.
"I came to explain, and also... to... report, for lack of a batter word." He said.
Garrett stared at the blank wall in front of him. He he didn't want to stay mad at Corvo, but what he could've done was unexplainable. He's just glad he didn't do it. That Garrett somewhat saved Basso by showing Corvo to him.
He turned around to lay flat on his back, turning his head in Corvo's direction, meeting his eyes. He quickly looked away, up at the stairs he was under.
"What should be so important that you had to disturb me?"
"I spoke with the old woman at the Chapel, Do you know of her?"
"Yes... she can tend to speak in riddles as of most. She knows everything that happens in the City." Garrett said, pulling his legs over the side of the bed. His hair covered his face, which Corvo hadn't seen but only slightly. He watched Garrett grab a pony tail and tie his hair back, a short ponytail hung perfectly from the back of his head.
Corvo gulped. "Yes, and she told me something... I didn't want nor think I was ready to hear." Garrett didn't respond, but Corvo didn't want him to.
"There's someone out there stronger than you, Garrett. Someone who wants to prove it to you. If he don't take this guy down before he gets to Basso, he might get Erin next."
Garrett sprung up and put his forearm to Corvo's neck. "Making this shit up isn't funny, Corvo!"
"I'm not!"
"Why did you even come here?!"
"To see you!" Corvo said before he could stop himself. Garrett turned away, and Corvo studied his blue eye and scar down through it, as well as his nicely curved nose. He looked back at Corvo and he noticed he had a brown eye as well.
"Why?" Garrett asked.
"I know my daughter isn't the best with my attention on someone who does bad, but we both can't talk much. We both are assassins, both know the best way to kill a man. The exact moment when a man runs out of air."
"I seemed to trick you." Garrett smirked.
"That you did." There was a pause.
"Who was that man?" Garrett finally asked. Corvo didn't answer, letting Garrett know that he didn't know. He turned, walking back to his bed.
"Are you still angry with me?" Corvo asked as if he was a small child.
"No, not as bad as I was." He admitted. Corvo nodded, but noticed Garrett wasn't looking at him.
"Garrett..." he said, but it faded out. Garrett turned his body, but was looking at a paper. Corvo felt something in his body, and he lurched forward, embracing Garrett in his arms.
Garrett gasped, looking at Corvo, but Corvo's head was placed in the crook of Garrett's neck. Something washed over Garrett, and he relaxed into Corvo's arms, embracing him back.
Erin crossed her arms, watching from the shadows. She frowned, almost saddened. She didn't know why, maybe it was because she could feel the thickness of passion the two had for each other in the air.
She turned away, walking back to her mill. As long as Garrett didn't forget about her, she didn't care what he did.
Garrett held Corvo a little tighter than Corvo was expecting, but he had just guessed it was because he felt a little safer.
Corvo Held Garrett there tightly, not wanting to move.
"We have to find the man responsible..." Garrett said, though his voice was muffled through Corvo's coat.
"Yes..." he let go of Garrett, and Garrett didn't seem to know what do with his hands, so he just let them fall to his side. He lifted up his hood, pulling his mask in the way Corvo had learned to love.
"Let's go." Garrett said, the small man leading the bigger man out through the window. They both made it to Basso's, seeing Erin with a letter in her hands. The two turned towards Garrett and Corvo, who dropped hands, blushing sheepishly, although Garrett's face was covered.
"Garrett? Who is this?" Basso asked cautiously.
"An assassin, such as myself." Erin answered for him.
"He's not here to hurt you, Basso." Garrett said. "I trust him."
"Well," Basso said shocked. "He must've done something really good to earn Garrett's trust."
Erin and Basso laughed, although Erin laughed evilly, as if she knew something. Corvo grinned, stepping closer to Garrett.
"I'm Corvo Attano." He said.
Basso frowned. "You're Corvo?" Garrett leaned closer to Corvo, as if to say not to get into it. Basso nodded slightly.
"Why are you here, Garrett?" Erin asked.
"Someone's... targeting Garrett by using the lives around him as pons." Corvo said assuringly. Garrett looked at Erin.
"If someone gets Basso, we think their next target would be... Erin."
Erin tensed. "That makes no since, they sent me a letter for Basso's assassination, if they sent me one, there's no way I'd be next."
"No other Assassin seems to have come yet, so maybe we should fake Basso's death to see who's next." Garrett suggested.
"Or wait." Erin shrugged.
"No." Corvo said. "There's no time to wait, if they move on, they won't send the letters to us, they'll send them to other Assassins." Corvo thought of Emily. Although she wasn't an assassin for hire, he wasn't either, but somehow he still knew what he had to do. If Emily got the next assignment, she'd know the exact Erin to go to, leaving her throne in jeopardy.
"Yeah, but if Basso 'died', how would they know?" Erin asked.
"I know!" Basso said. "I'm good at these things, after all, I am your fence."
The three looked at Basso, waiting for his plan.
"So," he began, laying out a paper. He grabbed a pencil and drew a square, labeling it 'crippled Barrack'. "I go to the Bar near the docks," he drew a line to another box labeled 'bar near docks'.
"When I step in, I'll order, when I get the drink, I'll stand to go to a booth. When I walk into an empty area in the middle of the room, one of you will shoot me with a blank arrow in the chest, I'll grab it before it falls down, making it look like it's stuck in me, and then Corvo, you'll pick me up. It'll be like it was a teamed assassination, and we'll rush to the clocktower. That's where I'll stay until this blows over."
"What about when you come back?" Garrett asked, crossing his arms and leaning on Corvo, who held his shoulders. Erin looked at them intensely.
"Ah, I might not. That, or I'll just say I was taken to a doctor by a friend of mine." He looked at Garrett. "I think Erin should be the one who hits me with the blunt arrow, so you can be at the clocktower."
Garrett nodded. "When are we doing this?" Garrett asked, but what he really wanted the answer to was who would want Basso dead? And who would want to prove their strength against Garrett?
"Tomorrow Night, so it'd be easier to slip out, and there's more people at the bar at night." Erin said.
They all agreed. "Well then I'm going to get some sleep. Big day of death tomorrow." Basso chuckled. They four nodded, leaving. Before Garrett could leave for the clock tower with Corvo, Erin grabbed him.
"Just..." she began. "Just don't forget about me, okay?" She said, hugging him. He hugged her back, but he couldn't think of why she would say that. She ran off to her mill, and Garrett looked to see Corvo was already at the clocktowers door. He grinned with a chuckle, and quickly went to it, climbing onto the roofs and over decks.
"C'mon." Garrett said, leading him to his bed. "You're not sleeping on the ground."
