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      The van slowly and steadily made its way northward with a new hideout in sight. In the driver's seat, Shaun sat blaring music through his headphones while Rebbecca sat in the passenger's seat, slowly dozing off.

       Desmond sat next to the animus with Lucy across from him. His hands shook violently, and his expression showed despair in his eyes.
        "Desmond?" Lucy said softly.

        "Wha?" Desmond muttered out with a blank stare.

         "Is something wrong?"

          "No, no." He shook his head dramatically. "It's nothing." He mustered up a fake smile.

          "Oh.....okay." Lucy turned to her side, facing away from the troubled man.

           His eyes wandered to the bracer on his wrist. He drew the hidden blade. His eyes outlined the glistening steel weapon, the blade that, not even a day ago, allowed him to kill over five men. He couldn't get the image of blood dripping from the strong steel as it withdrew from the neck of an enemy templar.

           "Oh, God!" Desmond sighed as he sheltered his face in his hands.

            "Desmond!?" Lucy faced him.

            "They were-somebody's sons, t-t-hey could've been fathers, they could've been husbands...." Desmond choked back tears.

              Lucy quickly jolted over to Desmond and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "You can cry," she spoke in a motherly tone. "It's okay," she whispered gently. Tears ran down his lightly tanned face as he smothered himself with her white shirt. Her shirt was drenched in his sweat and tears, but she didn't mind. "The first time is always the hardest." She exhaled slowly. "But remember, we aren't murders or killers. We are assassins. We kill because we must, not because we want to." She caressed his face and gently brushed some of his hair stuck to his face away. Her embrace tightened as she held back her own tears. "We have to do it.......," she sobbed silently.

            "Yeah...," Desmond choked out.

Description
      The van slowly and steadily made its way northward with a new hideout in sight. In the driver's seat, Shaun sat blaring music through his headphones while Rebbecca sat in the passenger's seat, slowly dozing off.

       Desmond sat next to the animus with Lucy across from him. His hands shook violently, and his expression showed despair in his eyes.
        "Desmond?" Lucy said softly.

        "Wha?" Desmond muttered out with a blank stare.

         "Is something wrong?"

          "No, no." He shook his head dramatically. "It's nothing." He mustered up a fake smile.

          "Oh.....okay." Lucy turned to her side, facing away from the troubled man.

           His eyes wandered to the bracer on his wrist. He drew the hidden blade. His eyes outlined the glistening steel weapon, the blade that, not even a day ago, allowed him to kill over five men. He couldn't get the image of blood dripping from the strong steel as it withdrew from the neck of an enemy templar.

           "Oh, God!" Desmond sighed as he sheltered his face in his hands.

            "Desmond!?" Lucy faced him.

            "They were-somebody's sons, t-t-hey could've been fathers, they could've been husbands...." Desmond choked back tears.

              Lucy quickly jolted over to Desmond and wrapped him in a tight embrace. "You can cry," she spoke in a motherly tone. "It's okay," she whispered gently. Tears ran down his lightly tanned face as he smothered himself with her white shirt. Her shirt was drenched in his sweat and tears, but she didn't mind. "The first time is always the hardest." She exhaled slowly. "But remember, we aren't murders or killers. We are assassins. We kill because we must, not because we want to." She caressed his face and gently brushed some of his hair stuck to his face away. Her embrace tightened as she held back her own tears. "We have to do it.......," she sobbed silently.

            "Yeah...," Desmond choked out.