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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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The soft pitter patter of the earlier rain was a distant memory as Desmond Miles lay on the edge of the second story building at night. It was pitch black out, only illuminated by the yellow glow of the streetlamps, the colors seeming to flicker uneasily as the largest downpour Starling City had seen all year did its best to wipe clean all the secrets and lies that threatened to overwhelm the city.
The rain tried to wash away the stain with water, and below him, as the vigilante stalked through the night, Lisa Castle tried to wash away the stain with blood. That's not what she would have told you of course, she would have told you that she just hated the criminals and wanted them dead, but Desmond didn't know the difference at this point. He didn't know that the scarred, beautiful woman down below him would go on to be his friend, even though he hoped she would become his partner.
But enough of that. Desmond was steeling himself for the coming fight, knowing there was only one way to get her to take him seriously in the shortest amount of time possible.
Castle was a soldier, and there was something a soldier respected above all else. At least that was the theory that he'd worked up on the desperate trip from Assassin patrolled territory to the relative no man's land of Starling City, made that way a few years prior thanks to the rise of the Starling City Archer.
Knowing the nerves in his stomach weren't going to go away any time soon and realizing his window of opportunity was closing, Desmond rose from his lying position to a crouch, surveying the speed and direction at which she was traveling. Between his three days worth of scraggly stubble and his dark gray/almost black hoodie, he knew he looked less like the Assassin he'd once been and more like the homeless man that he technically was ever since…. Focus on the mission Desmond.
When he was sure his angle of descent would permanently hurt her, he leapt down onto her, the same way his the two Assassin ancestors he inherited his skills from had done a million times. The key difference here was that he kept his hidden blade purposefully retracted, he wanted to make a point, not eviscerate her. They crumpled to the ground together, her taking most of the force of his impact. Seizing advantage of her stunned state, he tore her M16 out of her grip and hurled it down the alleyway where it clattered in front of a dumpster. Then, pressing his luck he reached down into her holster and pulled her Desert Eagle from her belt, tossing it away. He didn't even look to see where it landed as he got to his feet and backed away, hands held up in a ready combat stance, trying not to betray the feeling that this hardened killer was going to kill him for what he'd just done.
“Lisa Castle. We really need to talk.”
The rain slid down his face, collecting at the small of his neck as he stood there waiting for her reply. He hadn't wanted to do this, but there wasn't any choice, and he'd known it from the moment the Assassins had turned on him.
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