The barista passed me my coffee from over the counter and I took a sip out of it. It was not that bad, but it will do. Probably the result of putting a newly trained employee in charge of the stand. No objections though.
Before I could go on my way, he stopped me, "It's a Saturday. Are you one of those that do overtime for attention because that is just... deplorable." He had a very distinct British accent, definitely a new guy.
"I didn't have any plans for the weekend and the project I am working on currently is too interesting to be put down for a weekend. See you around."
I had lied.
I had plans to go out, to watch Interstellar in theatres, go out and find different kinds of food... But it all boiled down to getting this shit over and done with, facing my apparent death sooner than later. What's the point of spending time with others only to leave them with the shadow of my death hanging over them later.
The Heist
Caress of Steel
No Laws But Our Own
Cold Fire
Non Nobis Domine
As the conversation between Shay and Haytham ended, the ship sailed further out to sea and the background faded into the loading screen. Blue, blue and more blue.
"Incredible! Who knew Shay had that kind of potential." Violet mused before I switched the Animus Omega off. I traced a finger across the diagram of the phantom blade taped beside my sticky notes. What a work of art in itself.
"I have everything I need to complete our assignment here," Berg conversed with Violet who was leaning onto a trash box right outside my workstation.
As I approached them, Violet got up and had one more request for me. "One last job, Numbskull. We need you to upload Shay's story." One last job before they eliminate me?
"To Helix?" I questioned, "I don't think this is like the other content we have put on the Helix in the past..."
"No. Not to Helix. I want some very specific people to see what we have found here." Berg commanded then walked away. I wished that Eagle Vision could have come on just then, show me his motives towards those 'specific people'. But I would collapse of a terrible headache in front of Violet.
She raised an eyebrow, "You heard the man. To the basement you go."
I gave a short nod before going on my way. Luckily the communicator had a location pin function which helped with directions around the basement for I had never gone down there before.
My footsteps echoed throughout, made twists and turns along metal tunnels. And Otso Berg had to interrupt the calming silence of the basement, "To reward your services to me, I am granting you Level 3 security access. From this point on, no doors will be closed to you."
That was weird... They had been awarding me with higher security access all through the week. Awarding me for whatever reason, I have no idea. Or could it be that they didn't want to kill me after all? Allowing me entrance to every section of this building on the day itself. I could only say, "Thank you..."
He continued, but changed the subject, "In the distant past, the Assassins had a noble goal — that of peace. But over the centuries, that goal eroded into a far more dangerous one: Freedom."
As if on cue, the lights immediately went out, my communicator shut down as well. The whole place was shrouded in darkness and what creeped me out was the fact that lizards could approach me even before I could catch a glance at them. "Shit! What's going on now?"
YOU ARE READING
Numbskull
Fanfiction"I need to borrow your numbskull." I sharply flicked my head over to stare at Violet, a small growl bubbling in my throat. "That okay with you 'Ms. Lemay'?" *** I don't know how it happened. All it took was a week for hard walls to come shattering...
