the scientist

[He shot Elizabeth a look back, as if telling her that wasn’t going to happen.] Head out for the day, you’re done. [His said, his tone holding no anger, just mild annoyance. It was a wonder any of the recruits lasted with how whiney they could be.] But a cut doesn’t mean you’re off the schedule. Tomorrow, same time as usual. [He watched as the young man departed.]

(Elizabeth frowned and shook her head before turning to the recruit with a warm smile) Good luck, dear. Just keep up the good work and remember to clean it! (She called out as the young recruit walked away. Turning to Bradley, she furrowed her brows.) Really? You could have taken it easy on the poor kid.

[Crossing his arms over his chest, Bradley shrugged his broad shoulders.] It’s knife training. You have no right to take someone’s life with a blade if you’re gonna bitch and moan about something no worse than a paper cut. [He scolded, glaring slightly at the recruit, who hung their head slightly.]

(Elizabeth rolled her eyes and patted the recruit's hand) You'll be fine. (She looked at Bradley with concern.) Don't be too harsh. (She mouthed the words to him before turning to the recruit) It takes practice and a high pain tolerance, dear. But you're in good hands, I'm sure.

Yes, I suppose so. But it’s a lot easier to feel accomplished when you’re saving lives as opposed to making a cup of coffee I think. Still, I don’t envy you. I don’t think I’d be able to take that kind of pressure.

Well caffeine technically saves lives. At least my life. (She laughs) I practically run on coffee and without it, I might not be able to save lives. And it's right you shouldn't. It's a hard job and I'm surprised I haven't succumbed to the pressure yet.

Just let her clean the wound, kid. I don’t have time to sit here and hold your hand.

(She chuckles softly and cleans the wound) He's right. You're in the big leagues now. (She winks at the person in front of her and smiles) You should be fine, dear. Let me know if it gets worse and... try to be more careful. (She looks at Bradley) That includes you too, Brad.

To Build A Home

One of the perks of being a valued employee of Abstergo was certainly the amount of money and luxury that came along with it. Elizabeth never liked to squander her money and so, ever since she had worked at Abstergo, she managed to accumulate a hefty sum. She only ever used her money for three things: rational issues, charitable issues, and the occasional spoils (if she was in the mood).

As one of the more "dedicated" employees, the company has often kept an eye on her. For that reason, she was "offered" a spot at Park Avenue Towers, one of the most luxurious apartments in New York City. Elizabeth knew why she had to live where most of the Templars lived. She wasn't stupid and as much as she would have liked to refuse, she couldn't. She had already refused them several times before and refusing the luxury that they were offering her was surely something that could drive the knife they held firmly behind her back harder.

Fine fine, I’m here. Well, I sort of deserve it, after all that happened. Of course he feels betrayed but I couldn’t stay. I don’t regret my decision but still. I tried to explain him that just because I left the order doesn’t mean I care less about him but you know Bradley, he took it personal. Anyway, enough about me. How’s your brother?

Good. Here you shall stay. No, you don't. I know you don't. Well... Bradley is Bradley. He takes his relationships quite seriously so I've heard. He's got family, doesn't he? So I suppose it's understandable. He'll get out of it, I'm certain. I'll talk to him too if you'd like. Jordan? He's fine. Still quite... stubborn. I've been pleading with him to get back to school or something but he still refuses. He says he's happy and as much as I want that for him, I want to make sure he's also secure, you know?