codenamezeus1118Â answered the starter call.
Manhattan. Shaun never planned to return here, honestly. Too many memories, sweet and bitter, connected to a time heâd rather forget. Well... Perhaps thatâs not quite accurate. It makes him think of the Grand Temple, is all. How he spent forever trying to save the world, and left feeling like it had already ended a long time ago.
He isnât sure why heâs doing this now. At first, it seemed like a great idea. Bill had given the historian an earful, insisting this mission was a foolâs errand, which was a mistake because Shaun is capable of giving people an earful and a half.
So, now that he isnât feeling the high from winning a verbal argument with his mentor, heâs doubting himself. Severely. Not that heâs the type to back down from a mission, but...
You tend to get the heebie jeebies when you decide to ask Alex-bloody-Mercer for a truce.
Thatâs right. Heâd suggested to Bill they have someone ask the Mercer Virus to join the Assassins. Having Alex on their side would be the push they needed to change things for the better, to finally overthrow the Templars. It was stupid, Bill had said, and part of Shaun agreed to that. How many had this man killed, how many consumed? Did he even care for morals?
Bill had dared Shaun, stared him right in the eye and told him that, if heâs going to offer one of their men to be killed, heâd better be offering himself.
And Shaun said yes. Yes, he was.
Thatâs why he finds himself standing on a rooftop, alone, hands in his pockets, gazing out at the horizon like the setting sunâs the last light heâll ever see. Maybe it is. Who cares. Heâs got a lot of catching up to do with dear old Desmond and Lucy.
Alex should be here any minute now. Heâd done all he could, hacking phones, leaving messages in mainframes, tempting Alex to come talk to him here and now. Part of him hopes that Alex stands him up on their little date. Part of him knows that they need his help. And he promises himself heâll stand brave through it all. He is not afraid.