Assassins Creed Syndicate: Erased Memories

Chapter 23

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A living red, resembling blood, in velvety fabric. So were the color and texture of the coats of the two ex-bligthers who made their way back to one of Dony's headquarters as Juliet came to realize. She had taken ten minutes, twenty of those had already passed, twenty at the end of her morning shift after finding the two men in red and a cuckoo hat wandering the streets of London, only when closer to both confirmed her fate that she had been lucky. , knowing that there were more ex-bligthers scattered throughout the city.

Sneakily, and as discreetly as possible, Juliet tried to accompany them while listening carefully to their conversation, whether they were to reveal any important information, but no, the two men, one with a rustling brown mustache, the other with orange sideburns in on each side of the face, they talk about their clothes.

"I still think that this draws too much attention, in no time we have assassins behind us." Said the one with sideburns on his face.

"That's what they're meant for, asshole! That's why we're using the suits of those fucking fools. " Said the other with a full mustache.

Sideburns look behind him awkwardly as he walks. Turn to the front. "Do you think any of them are here?"

Mustache says rudely, without looking at his colleague. "Do you see any of Dony's men?"

Sideburns double check. "No, at least I don't think so."

"It's because none of them are here. Now move on, the boss is waiting for us. " The two continue to walk, accelerate the pace. Juliet takes a deep breath and when analyzing what they said, she is attentive to the said "men" of Dony who could be nearby.

They arrive at a small square surrounded by several buildings, the two began to approach a brick building better presented than the other neighbours, giving the feeling that it would have been the last one to be built. Cautiously, Juliet is forced to leave the shadow of the narrow streets of the buildings and to have to move among the few small clusters of people present in that square, which only became more complicated for the young assassin.

Between five to seven steps and they would both reach the staircase, were they not stopped by a small boy with dark hair and blue-green eyes. The little boy was there on the small square, wearing brown farm shorts, a shirt that was too long that he had tucked inside his pants to fit him, a jacket and a beret that were the only two pieces that fit him perfectly, everything second-hand wardrobe. He was not more than six years old and there alone he was doing his best trying to earn a few pennies with a box of matches, there was something about the little boy that had disturbed Juliet, because when she noticed him, she stood there looking at him, with a certain desperation, not knowing why, it was as if she had seen a ghost.

The boy steps in front of the two ex-bligthers. "Two shillings, one match."

"Bagger off lad!" Said the ex-bligther, pushing the boy to the side with such force that he had thrown himself off balance, the small, slender boy fell spreading the matches on the floor. "These mice should all die!" He says, pointing his thumb at the boy. Juliet had not noticed that the people around her had dispersed, the young assassin was prone to any threats from ex-bligthers if they came across her, compromising her safety by staying introspective on the little boy who had meanwhile stood up and squatted to pick up all the matches that were more important than his soaked beret that had fallen into a black puddle of water, waste and dog urine, the heavy air of the factories' sulphate contributed to its colour. It was strange, the way Juliet looked at him. Her hands trembled her sweaty face, the pupils of her small eyes almost covered the emerald colour of her iris, this boy, this little boy who awakened an immense discomfort in Juliet who remained looking at him, and how the girl knew that it was a ghost from the past. Behold, two, almost three minutes later, a strange force inflicts on the assassins right shoulder, Juliet frightened by the disturbance, startled, who finally left her attention of the little boy, looks around trying to discover the origin of that push , 'Was it any of Dony's men?' She thought. On her right side, seconds after the encounter, an anguished voice complains.

"Have you seen this Love Hewitt? How can anyone be so rude! Auch! " Exclaimed a woman who, judging by the wardrobe she brought, must belong to the upper bourgeoisie, came with her arms wrapped around her husband's right forearm, delighted, until she had shocked with the assassin. Now the woman complained about the bruise the young woman had given her.

"Misinformed, you mean. How does one admit to standing still in the middle of a public square? " The man's arrogance extended to leagues.

"I want to see this woman's face, standing still and unaccompanied, I'm almost sure it is ..." The woman leans over to her husband and exclaims under her breath. ""A woman of the night! "" The young woman had put her hand to her mouth in order to create a barrier to prevent them from hearing those words that connote the devil, then she finds out that such effort was too much for her delicate shoulder, the same as it was hit. "Au! Au! "

"What?! At this time of day?! We have to report it! " The man with light brown hair, almost blond, looks behind him only to find nothing in the place where Juliet was before. "But where did this woman of the devil go?"

Out of breath, Juliet inhaled and exhaled, hidden in an alley in one of the side buildings. The weight on her conscience overwhelmed her. She had made a mistake once more, almost denouncing the assassins if it weren't for her expertise, but the little boy had attracted her attention almost immediately, it was inevitable. The boy was still floating in Juliet's thoughts, it had been too unsettling for the girl.

Juliet shakes her head. "For the love of god Juliet, concentrate!" The girl said to herself. Juliet goes to the entrance of the alley and notices that the two men in red had not yet arrived at the new building, at the same time the girl realized that the young bourgeois couple was no longer in the square. The young assassin decided to act, leaving the alley the girl moved discreetly between the shoulders of the other buildings and once and again among the clusters of people she met, this time without distractions.

When she was closer to the building, she noticed the two men she had followed, going down stairs that led to a lower floor. In turn Juliet noticed that it was an independent division of the building. The stairs were covered by a small brick wall with a fence. The girl chose to approach and crouch, she knew she was protected by the wall, she could hear them up close before they entered the room.

"Can't we stop by the pub and drink a pint before we talk to the boss?"

"A pint does no harm." Juliet denoted the competence of Dony's men, which by the way was even an advantage for the assassins. "Our work is also done." The man almost broke the door due to the brutality with which he opened it, but he showed little concern for it. Juliet was surprised by what the man with the moustache said, 'our work is already done', she remembered. Suddenly Juliet felt as if she were being watched by a thousand enemy eyes and remembered Dony's other men, the most experienced, those who watched the group of initiates during their shifts.

"" Decoys "." She murmured. Juliet realizes that, in spite of the chatter that revealed nothing more than being purposeful, the intention of the two ex-bligthers was to be followed since they were observed by Juliet they probably wouldn't expect it to be her, or rather, they thought it might be any of them, the nimble Genevieve or the giant McGee, perhaps the unpredictable Byron, but this time luck was not on the side of Dony and his men as it was the shrewd Juliet who had come to them. Certainly knowing that one of Dony's special men there was under a tall building or hidden in the shadows of an alley, Juliet chose to adopt a naive stance and convey the idea that she was safe and without the slightest notion that she was probably being followed.

When the two men were already inside the building, Juliet marched out of the square, making use of the small crowds and alleys to be able to leave in secret, but the young assassin had made herself a little more visible to her opponent, showing a certain neglect of an inevitable pride that anyone feels with the success of a goal. She thought it would be credible and she was not mistaken, as she reached the exit of the square, out of sight, Juliet managed to spot a figure crouched on the top of the building adjacent to that of Dony and his men. Despite being far away, Juliet realized that he was someone new, consequently more agile, had a shaved face and the colour of his hair was confused with that of his skin, so he was perhaps blond, looking in the direction of Juliet's trajectory and he had finally left once he saw that the girl was no longer on the square, then it was Juliet's turn to head to the headquarters.