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"I don't trust him" Shaun hissed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"None of you do, but we don't have a choice, Shaun" Rebecca whispered back, arms folded in a similar manner. She glanced back at the man in black leather who had taken a seat on one of the plastic boxes scattered in the corner of the dank cellar. He had his back toward the door so he was facing the people in the room. He obviously didn't trust them either. Any wrong set of words and he would either snap someone's neck or leave them in an instant. That was what the look on his face told her at least. She didn't doubt for a second that 'someone' could also be himself.
"I don't know what happened before I came around, and I don't know who held me captive, but I know he was the one who got me out". She paused to bite her lip and sort out what she could tell him and not. Not that she didn't trust Shaun, but the way he looked at Alex was one that gave her chills. The brit wasn't a violent man, but Rebecca caught herself doubting the safety of the situation if she would choose any wrong couple of words.
"Oh yea, he certainly looks like the rescuing type. Maybe he will share the location of the secret templar base if we ask nicely!". Shaun was clearly not fond of the idea of having the stranger around, and even less did he want to speak with him. Rebecca suppressed a sigh and straightened her stance.
"I don't trust him either, but he knows something that we don't. Lucy says we need any information we can get"
"Rebecca, the last time I trusted a guy in a hood I was bestolen of hundreds of worth of candy" Shaun snidely remarked. She just stared at him for a moment. Since when did Shaun ever have any kind of sweets? "Are you seriously telling me you never went trick-or-treating as a kid? I'm disappointed in you Becca" he said, successfully hiding his mistrust behind the heavy sarcasm. She didn't know if she should scream or punch him. This wasn't the time to make jokes. She suppressed a groan and rubbed her face with one hand.
"Not the time to joke Shaun" she hissed at him. Before he could give his lecture on how sarcasm was - as Becca had so neatly once put it - his natural response to fear or uncertainty, she dismissed him with an audible sigh and turned to head back to the center of the cellar. She paused momentarily and turned to him. "Trust me Shaun. He will help us" she said. With that the two of them went back to Lucy, who had been sitting in a fold-out chair and keeping a close eye on the outsider. She was probably more of a problem than Shaun, Becca realized.
She was about to open her mouth and speak, announcing why they had assembled here, but didn't even get to push out the first syllable before Alex spoke up; "Blackwatch knows about you". The way he phrased it made it sound like a threat, and Rebecca could practically feel the tension exploding between the three. Lucy would undoubtedly want to get rid of him as soon as they had gotten the information they wanted out of him - if he even had it. She hadn't trusted him from the start, and now even less. This would quickly become a mess if someone didn't step up.
"And we want to know about Blackwatch. Who are they and why did they kidnap Rebecca?" Lucy questioned, venom in her voice. Becca's eyes flickered between the people in the room, including the more or less unconscious Desmond on the floor. They should probably not let him in on this. He had enough to worry about as it was, with the Apple of Eden and all.
"Calm down Shau-"
"And now he knows my name, thank you very much. Who knows what contacts he has?"
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Alex Mercer, amnesiac, is trying to find out what happened to him and what he has become since waking up in a morgue. Desmond Miles, suffering from post traumatic stress, needs to get over his fears in order to save the world. Will they find streng...