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altered carbon: chapter 3 from Harry’s point of view

I wasn’t used to being ignored.

Though it sounded incredibly pompous and arrogant, it was true. I was used to walking down the street and having five paparazzi cameras shoved in my face, or fans asking for pictures. The latter I never minded because without them, I wouldn’t be here doing what I love. The former bothered me, but I was unfortunately used to it.

Petra Gallego was ignoring me.

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“Stay there I’m coming to get you.” For Shaun Hastings, and maybe with neutral pronouns if you’d be willing? Thank you!

83. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

Sorry this took forever, hope you enjoy! Also I think I kept it neutral, but if I didn’t I apologize!

When you had committed yourself to the brotherhood, you knew that when the time had come for your last moments on earth, there was no one that could save you. You knew that you couldn’t call the police, you knew you couldn’t expect your brothers to come be your knights in shining armor (assassins cloaked in darkness? lmao). Within the ever dwindling numbers in rank due to the persistent forces of the Templars, you recognized that lives couldn’t be spared for one person. You knew that when you signed up for this suicide mission, but when you were standing there alone, no one by your side, you couldn’t help but wish it was the opposite. Both Rebecca and Shaun were in your ear freaking out because there were more Templars coming up into the building, on top of the thirty to one ratio on the floor you were already in. It’s not that you weren’t capable, but they knew. Someone amongst your brotherhood must’ve known. That, or it was all a set up and your informant betrayed you. Naturally, as you were coming to these conclusions, Rebecca and Shaun were too. And, fuck, you were getting tired.

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” Shaun’s voice sounded so unsure, yet steady. He was right, there’s no way you could do this alone. Which meant there was only one outcome. Which really, really sucked.

You laughed breathily, “like hell you are Hastings. Stay put.”

“In sixty seconds twenty more of them are coming in,” Becca’s voice broke through. “They’re coming from the left wing stairs.”

You nodded your head, ducking behind a desk while they tried to formulate a plan. “Isn’t there construction on the left wing,” you asked.

A curt yes from Shaun was the reply. You moved as quietly from the right side of the floor, your blade ready to take down anyone in your way. If you could just make it to where the scaffolding started, you might have a semblance of a chance.

“Thirty seconds,” Shaun’s voice reminded. You tried to ignore how shaky it was. You were starting to run out of desks to hide behind as you got nearer to the left wing door.

“Ten seconds,” Rebecca whispered. “There’s no one on the floor yet, go now.”

You slammed the door open and ran towards the scaffolding. You were cutting it close on time, you could hear their footsteps make their way up the stairs. There was no time at all and you could feel death lurking. You prayed that it wasn’t yours. The first Templar made his way up the stairs, his gun pointed at you just as you made the halfway point to where the scaffolding began. With the momentum you had from running, you dropped to the floor and slid towards the edge of the building - just barely missing a bullet shot from the bastards gun. An intake of breath filled your ear as you gripped the pole of the scaffold, then the edge of the floor as you threw yourself down to the floor.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Relieved laughs filled your ear now as they both released the breaths they were holding. You quickly made work of getting to the next lower floor. “Is there any way I could get a getaway car?”

“We’re already on the way,” Shaun assured.

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#69 Graveyard Shift, Theron and Bohdan (≧∪≦)

Neither of the two assassins preferred the graveyard shift, but Bohdan had at least found something to occupy himself as the minutes bled into hours. A bracer with a nearly broken hidden blade attached to the underside. He’d tinkered with it absentmindedly for almost an hour before the other man’s jerking movements drew his attention. He’d noticed Theron nodding off for a third time before he said anything. "You can go back inside if you’re going to fall asleep on the job." He started, his tone coming out more seriously than he’d intended. "Well excuse me if I enjoy a normal sleep schedule.” Theron replied, but could not stop the yawn that came next. He frowned and then shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position on the roof. It felt like they’d been up here all night, watching the moon pass over at a snail’s pace. Though Theron could not deny there was something beautiful about the city at this time of night, he felt as if there was no reason to be up here in the first place. There had been no recent Templar activity, at least not near the headquarters. In fact the whole of the city seemed perfectly quiet, as most everyone had been asleep for hours. "You’d best get used to having that changed." Bohdan went on, his attention still more concentrated on the jammed hidden blade than the larger assassin. "You think the Templars and their allies are just going to march right up and declare they’re attacking? That is not always how it works. They are a constant threat- not just during the day." "There is no one else out.” Theron laid back against the rooftop, his arm behind his head to cushion it. “Just look.” He raised his free arm to motion towards the buildings below. Indeed it was perfectly quiet, but Bohdan still did not drop his guard. Not completely. “That can always change.” He put the bracer down beside him now, finally bringing his full attention to the other man. It had been a while since he’d bickered like this, but perhaps his ranking higher than Theron had begun to give him a complex. His ego aside, however, there was still important reasons they were up here. "There are too few of us to have the luxury of becoming lax in our vigilance. Whether danger shows up or not, we must be ready regardless. I will not allow harm to come to those inside just because it looked quiet.” Theron made a gruff noise in response- most likely in acknowledgment- and eventually sat back up. “Alright, alright. You have made your point.” Though it would take him time to adjust to being part of a brotherhood- both dependent on and responsible for his peers. Perhaps it hurt his own pride that he’d joined in at the lower ranks, or that he’d been paired with another he could easily outmatch in strength. "Would you two quit arguing?" One of their replacements spoke up, nearly making the both of them jump. "Your shift is over, you can go back inside." The second assassin announced, before the two began the next watch. Theron shot Bohdan a look, but continued back to the entrance to the hideout. He had no intention of arguing any longer, and simply wanted to go back to sleep. Much to his dismay, a few younger recruits had overtaken his sleeping space. His every intention was to go wake them and have them move, but he was stopped by Bohdan. "Wait." The higher ranking assassin began. "Do not wake them." He whispered. "That is my—" Theron had gestured to the bed but was interrupted once more. "You can take my bed. It may be more comfortable." Bohdan continued, not so subtly making up for earlier. Theron believed there was a catch, but for now he did not care. He motioned for Bohdan to lead the way, and soon found himself taking advantage of the offer. He stayed up just long enough to pull his boots and weapons off his person before laying claim to the bed. Theron was asleep within minutes, and before he could register the fact Bohdan took the other side of the same bed. The next morning, Theron awoke to a sore side and back, his armor still strapped on soon becoming the culprit. His real concern was the fact Bohdan was asleep beside him, and he came close to rolling off the side of the bed in an attempt to distance himself. An amused, but mostly sly smirk grew across Bohdan’s face as he felt the larger man move away suddenly. “Not a word.” Theron whispered, near menacingly. "Your rank does little to put you in the position to make demands." Bohdan replied, as matter-of-factly as ever. A frustrated noise escaped Theron before he found himself on top of Bohdan, pinning him down. “And let me remind you that I can easily overpower you at any time—” He realized now their compromising position, but it was too late. "Get a room!" Another of the recruits-one who had woken and become curious of the conversation- gave the two a knowing look before turning to his own business.

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#134 Underground, Connor and Dobby

"Ack—!" Dobby kicked yet another rat away from her feet. "These damn things are even bigger than the ones that scurry around the docks in the evenin’…" She pointed out, subtly moving closer to Connor. She wasn’t scared of the rodents by any means, but Connor was the one holding the lantern and they seemed to stay farther away from him. If anything bothered her, it was the cramped, dark, stuffy quarters. She far preferred open air and the ability to see oncoming enemies. Assassin or not, the set of maze-like underground tunnels was just not her forte. It was on more than one occasion that Dobby could have sworn they’d passed up the exact same spot or passageway. Her hesitant steps or short pauses to regain her bearings told Connor plenty enough."We are nearly there." Connor assured her, looking back with a subtle but confident smile. "How can you tell?” She knew Connor wasn’t lying, but how he knew was beyond her. "I have been this way before." He answered her simply. "There is a gate up ahead, and after that we turn left. The room will open up slightly and provide several exits." Connor went on, holding the lantern up and ahead. Sure enough, it was just as he had said. Dobby turned towards him and shook her head. “You really are somethin’, you know that?” She chuckled, and went to take the lantern from him. The light reveal three exits, a board tacked above each doorway with the name of the street or general area it let out to. "Perhaps. But it also helps to have one of these." Connor produced a fairly crude map of the underground, but it was detailed enough to provide anyone a better sense of where they were going. "Glad to know I wasn’t goin’ daft." She narrowed her eyes at him, but the gaze was playful. "You could’ve just told me you had that to begin with." Dobby leaned against a nearby brick wall, suddenly not minding the dampness. "And where is the fun in that?" Connor actually appeared amused at the thought of teasing her."Hm. And now I beg you to spare my sense of dignity.." She replied, in little more than a mumbled. But in truth it made her happy to see him lighten up and not have to take everything so seriously. A breath of fresh air, even in these rat-ways. "Come on. We should get back to the others." Connor motioned towards one of the exits. The look she gave him asked if they had to, but she knew here and now was not the time to start anything. Dobby complied, running her hand across his chest as she passed by him, and hooked the lanter to a metal ring on the wall before the both of them left the tunnels behind.

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