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Inspired by Comparative Techniques in Saving the World by ClandestineClairvoyant archiveofourown.org/works/2238…

Desmond presses the crash bar on the stairwell door, and almost gets his face smashes in by a crackling fist of electricity.
He jerks his face to the side, and it crashes into the wall instead, a small, surprisingly dainty fist passing a few inches in front of his face, and singing his eyebrows. He stumbles back, the fire door crashing shut behind him.
“Holy-”
“Put your hands up.”
Desmond scrambles back across the hallway, all the way into the office floor, his back bumping into a desk as the woman trains what looks liketazer bracelets at him. Templar? Assassin? Jaded office worker here for late-night revenge?
He flips his eagle vision on in a panic, and she simply glows red, with outlined gold weapons everywhereThe woman has long red hair and pale skin, something out of a James Bond novel, flat and deadly looking expression, with narrow blue eyes currently glaring at him like he’s personally fucked up her night., She’s wearing a tac suit, all black, and, uh. Incredibly flattering. The agreement in his head is unanimous.
Very flattering.
“Who the fuck are you?” Desmond demands, heart kicking into overdrive. Jesus, it’s only been two days, how the fuck did the Templars find him this fast? His mind is taut as a piano string, the situation kicking the Assassins into a bit of a kerfuffle, and the tension starts a small tic behind his eye that he twitches away irritably.
I got this, just relax.
’I am not so sure you do.’ Desmond starts to get offended at Altair, but hesitates, keeping his attention on the woman, who’s staring hard at him.
She arches an eyebrow at him, but apparently decided to ignore the fact that he probably looks like a crazy person.
“No, that’s not how this works.” She says slowly, and her bracelet hums to life again. Her hair looks like it’s glowing in the light, and Desmond feels only slightly out of his depth all of a sudden. She wasn’t an Assassin. Or, not a capital ‘A’ one.

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Inspired by Comparative Techniques in Saving the World by ClandestineClairvoyant archiveofourown.org/works/2238…

Desmond presses the crash bar on the stairwell door, and almost gets his face smashes in by a crackling fist of electricity.
He jerks his face to the side, and it crashes into the wall instead, a small, surprisingly dainty fist passing a few inches in front of his face, and singing his eyebrows. He stumbles back, the fire door crashing shut behind him.
“Holy-”
“Put your hands up.”
Desmond scrambles back across the hallway, all the way into the office floor, his back bumping into a desk as the woman trains what looks liketazer bracelets at him. Templar? Assassin? Jaded office worker here for late-night revenge?
He flips his eagle vision on in a panic, and she simply glows red, with outlined gold weapons everywhereThe woman has long red hair and pale skin, something out of a James Bond novel, flat and deadly looking expression, with narrow blue eyes currently glaring at him like he’s personally fucked up her night., She’s wearing a tac suit, all black, and, uh. Incredibly flattering. The agreement in his head is unanimous.
Very flattering.
“Who the fuck are you?” Desmond demands, heart kicking into overdrive. Jesus, it’s only been two days, how the fuck did the Templars find him this fast? His mind is taut as a piano string, the situation kicking the Assassins into a bit of a kerfuffle, and the tension starts a small tic behind his eye that he twitches away irritably.
I got this, just relax.
’I am not so sure you do.’ Desmond starts to get offended at Altair, but hesitates, keeping his attention on the woman, who’s staring hard at him.
She arches an eyebrow at him, but apparently decided to ignore the fact that he probably looks like a crazy person.
“No, that’s not how this works.” She says slowly, and her bracelet hums to life again. Her hair looks like it’s glowing in the light, and Desmond feels only slightly out of his depth all of a sudden. She wasn’t an Assassin. Or, not a capital ‘A’ one.