( @caught-in-the-exchangeā ) asked :Ā ā arenāt you tired of this shit ? āĀ ā Tobias & Donovan
Donovan laughed at the question, he honestly couldn't help it. Of course he was. Ever since he'd worked for the assassins in order to help them track down leads that his genetic material could answer, he'd been struggling. And then they'd taken him out of his assignment upon completion, uprooted him entirely and then assigned him to active field duty out of absolutely nowhere.
Frankly, it's nothing like he expected it would be when Bishop had first contacted him. He'd figured he'd be put on missions, especially after reporting that he was beginning to feel the results of what they called the 'bleeding effect'. Frankly, it sucked. What perhaps sucked more was that after all but being kidnapped to some remote bunker, his welcome had been a rather violent attack from some guard who had turned out later to be a captured templar. Don had killed him with skill driven by instinct and the bleeding effect, and that was that. Cleared for field duty and all but kicked out the door again.
It was awful and aggravating and from everything of the brotherhood he'd learned from his ancestorā¦ Well, frankly it resembled the Russian brotherhood of the time quite well, rigid structure and all. But they were effective, sturdy and strong of mind, will, and dedication. This brotherhood felt like it was fraying at the seams.
"Of course I am. But what do you suggest we do exactly? Run off and form a brotherhood of our own?" A slight Russian accent had begun to creep into his speech at his frustration before he shook it off with a frustrated sigh. Frankly, the idea was hare-brained but stupidly appealing. Bill wasn't getting anything done, his agents were running around blind and deaf for all intents and purposes, spread so thin that they couldn't handle an ambush by Otso Berg and Violet da Costa for fuck's sake! And yes he knew about that, even though he really shouldn't.
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