Assassination's Note: I would like to point out that I had this chapter typed out, but I lost the flashdrive it was on and had to retype the whole thing...I just hope I don't disappoint anyone. (I think I killed their characters...I really hope I didn't though...)
I also forgot what color Rebecca's eyes were, so I googled it and saw green mostly so...if I'm wrong, don't yell, just tell me and I'll fix it.

"What...wait..." Raising his hand the brunet pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his brown hues while also furrowing his brows. "...if they're alive then that means -" Desmond dropped his hand and his eyes snapped open, wide and jerking his head up to peer at the other three. "Abstergo will go after them!"

"Yes," Lucy averted her eyes, raising her arms to cross them over her chest. "We would have went to get them earlier but you were our top priority because if I hadn't come after you - well, you know the story."

Pushing to stand the young Miles brought both his hands up, as if making a stilled frame image of 'Gimme.' "I can't have them go through the shit I did, we have to find them and bring them here."

Honestly, he was still skeptical on Ezio Auditore da Firenze and Altair Ibn-La'Ahad being alive. In his time. This time. Though there wasn't time to contemplate such things seeing as Abstergo might already be on the move to retrieve the two elder assassins.

If they even know they're assassins... Hoisting his left hand higher the American stared down on it with a determined gaze. Slowly curling the fingers to form a fist. No, I'm sure they know. But they probably have no idea how much danger they're in. I...I have to find them!

"Well, would you look at that...the 'novice' wants to find his missing family, huh?" Shaun taunted, blinking once Desmond made no retort, instead heading off to where his room was designated. "Where does he think he's going?"

All three soon crowded near the Miles' bedroom door, watching his back, since it was in their direction. His shoulders lifted one at a time, raise, lower, the other rose then lowered. Rustling was the only sound within the room, besides an occasional mumble of, "I think I'll need this too..."

Next thing they knew his bag was slung over his right shoulder and a duffel bag accompanied it, though placed on the opposite shoulder. Pressing his right hand on the ground Desmond pushed to stand, a somewhat distant look in his eyes.

What if this was a trap the Templars set up? What if he was letting himself willingly walk into it? If he didn't find either of the men, what then?

Shaking his head the assassin in training turned to face the three with a scowl etched into his features. Chocolate spheres scanned each expression.

Shaun looked like he was trying to hide his concern, Lucy seemed to be worrying like a mother hen - which Desmond still found to be cute, Rebecca on the other hand held something out to him with a, 'Go for it, man' look flickering in her green orbs.

Glancing down he felt the right side of his lips slant upwards, tugging at his scar. The Hidden Blade. Reaching out and taking hold of it Desmond pulled his hand back, moving to attach the gauntlet to his arm, tugging at the straps to make sure it was perfectly secure before veering up at the others once more.

"...Shaun, where did it say Ezio was currently?"

Raising a brow the man's conflicted expression turned to a sour one, frowning deeply and raising his right hand, middle finger the one to push his glasses up with a smug look soon coming back onto his features. "Would you like me to draw you a little map as well, Desmond?"

"Come off it man, where is he?" the brunet ground out, narrowing his eyes at the other man.

Raising his hands the Brit turned and headed back into where the computers were. "As far as I recall he was somewhere in Florence, surprisingly his family is still alive. Though I doubt he'll believe you when you say you two are related..." Everyone moved to follow the Historian. "...then again, Altair might be the most difficult to find and convince."

"Oh, please..." Rebecca muttered, rolling her eyes, "All Desmond has to do is either A) tell Ezio there's a very pretty lady who wants to meet him or B) knock him out, every time he wakes up afterwards too."

Desmond stopped walking then.

"I'm not going to resort to violence."

All three of them turned to face him, raising a brow in confusion.

"If they are who you say they are then I'm sure they haven't changed that much from what I've seen. They're..." Pausing he rose his left hand and rubbed the back of his neck, the sleeve sliding down slightly to reveal the hidden blade. "...not that unreasonable."

"No, you're right, Desmond, completely right." the Brit commented, clapping his hands in a sarcastic applaud for brilliance. "They're highly trained assassins who will just believe you when you walk right up to them and say, 'Abstergo is after you, I'm your descendent, come with me.' Brilliant idea, bloody brilliant."

"I don't see you coming up with any ideas you prick," he grumbled, lowering his hand with a deep frown.

"Enough," Lucy sighed, tone full of authority before moving to reach into her pocket and pulling out a credit card, "use this. Wisely. Don't go spending it on porn, even if -"

"No worries." Laughing nervously he took hold of the Chase credit card and stashed it into his backpack.

"And take this, I'm not sure how far it'll reach but we'll call if we get any info on where Abstergo's headin'." the dark haired Techy handed the lightly tanned man a cell phone along with a Blue Tooth. Nodding he took both devices, moving to place the Blue Tooth on his ear and flipped the black phone open to turn it on.

Casting one more glance over his allies' faces Desmond offered a carefree grin, sliding the cell phone into his pocket and waving them off before heading towards the entrance of the hideout. Grasping the handle he turned it and opened the door.

"...take care of yourself, you bloody wanker."

A smug smirk tugged at the assassin's lips, looking over his shoulder at a certain Brit. "Why, Shaun, I didn't know you cared." he teased.

Only to then book it out the door and shut it before a flying book hit him in the head.

And so the adventure really begins... (...I'm such a dork, putting that there...)
Anyway, hope no one's angry for the long wait. I'm so sorry! *bows* Forgive me, please.