Puzzle Solver

flips over napkin and writes ” OK that’s good, why are you tired enough to look like a zombie?”

All-nighter. Work... stuff like that.

Then why don’t you listen to your body? What can possibly be important enough to stay up all night to do? Was it sex? Because that might be the only answer I’ll accept as right.

[He almost spat coffee which the barista just handed to him. Coughing a bit, Charlie lets out a nervous chuckle.] I-- I don't think sex is never a factor for me. I-I had to work, decoding some data.

Never too old, Charlie. Just too busy. [he turns to the barista and orders his own coffee]

Nope. I want to watch TV shows in my cozy bed and go to sleep at reasonable age. Pretty sure that's what called being old. Not that I've ever been a party person, though.

[Justin stared at Charlie for a moment.] Listen, I’m not good enough at math to figure out how old you are. But you’re younger than me, so that qualifies you as a ‘kiddo’, kiddo. [He couldn’t help but chuckle when the other Assassin yawned.] What’s got you up so late anyway?

[Charlie stares back with blank look.] ...I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be rude but, you can't solve thirty minus three? Wait, did I say something wrong...? [He rubs the back of his neck.] Never mind. I'm twenty seven, is what I meant. And kiddo kinda sounds patronizing, in my opinion, but okay. [He takes the coffee as the barista hands it to him. He is quick to take a sip, burns his tongue a little bit.] Oh, the usual. Messing with codes, figuring out machines, analyzing data.

looks up from her coffee with a concerned look 

[Charlie cocks his head to the side, reading the napkin.] Why are you writing on a-- never mind. Uh, in general definition, kinda. Tired, is all.

When exactly does one get too old for all-nighters?

When your back starts to creak and you get stomach after a all-nighter. Think it's the body's way of saying "You're old, go to bed".

What are you even talking about? Are you even thirty yet, kiddo? [Justin grins at the cashier, ordering himself a plain black coffee. He turns back to Charlie.] You’re never too old for all-nighters, man.

Close. I'm a thirty... with 10% discount. I don't think I'm qualify as-- I quality as a "kiddo". [He air quotes, before covering his mouth as he lets out a long yawn.] My brain begs to differ. 

Yeah, right. Anyway, if you do happen to stumble across any information regarding his dead, you know how to contact me. 

I'll try to remember that, but don't get your hopes up. [He shrugs lightly,] Is there anything else you need, detective?

I’m not here to talk about how mean my face looks. You’re telling me you’ve never hacked into the senator’s or Abstergo’s computers? Never even thought of seeing what information you could find there?

Would you like to take a look at my search history? Oh, wait, you're need a warrant for that! Due process clause and whatnot. I'm still confused by all the American laws. [He smiles brightly, and deliberately.] You can say I've learned my lesson by getting caught by NYPD.

No need to shit yourself just yet, I was just going to ask if you had any information on the assassination of the Senator.

Well, you don't exactly have a nice guy face. Excuse my discretion. [He grumbles before shaking his head.] No, not really. Why would I know anything about assassination? I hack computers. All my friends are computer people.

Excuse me, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?

...Before you say anything, I didn't do anything. 

No, it makes you human. Can’t fault you for that.

Cool. 'cause I wanna stay humane.

Trevor cocked his head slightly. It was  a strange combination—a foreign man, who sounded like he had a Southeast Asian accent, playing Flappy Bird in a darkened street. He was suspicious, to say the least. However, Trevor knew that he would have to be the one to lay things on the line here: if he wanted to get what he was looking for, he was going to have to be the one to step forward into the danger. He furrowed his brow slightly, looking over the man in front of him. He didn’t seem like an Abstergo agent—from what Trevor had seen, they carried themselves with a sort of arrogance that this man just didn’t have. The man in front of him had an almost childlike quality—and while Trevor knew that if he was connected to this warehouse, he probably wasn’t childlike at all, Trevor couldn’t help but trust the man in front of him.

Charlie could sense the dubious and scrutinizing look on the other's face, even though it was shadowed. If it was any other places, he wouldn't have been notice-worthy. He blended into the crowds quite well with his sheepish demeanor and the role as an observer which he usually takes. The 'I'm an ordinary guy' cover, which is still partially true, was his best disguise. But that cover mixed with the place and time-- around the shady warehouse district at night-- Charlie looked definitely out of place. But so was this guy. He didn't exactly look like a type to be here after the nightfall.

Hm, I guess you have a point. Doesn’t mean that coming to this country barely speaking English was any fun though. And I just said I don’t speak English in French, it was another joke Charlie.

You did? Well, you're fluent now. That's awesome. I was forced to study English throughout my entire life and I'm still not that great at it. Aah, okay. Sense of humor is not my best quality, especially in English.