Today was supposed to be the day that he spent leisurely. The last couple had been spent patrolling, investigating, and sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be. It was his self declared day off, where he would try and maybe make the house he'd been assigned look more than like a half-crumbling fallout shelter, or maybe just take a walk.
Somewhere along the way, while he was deciding between one or the other and perhaps some other things he could do that wouldn't exhaust him or stress him out, apparently some other people had different ideas.
It was when he turned a corner to pass through an area he wasn't familiar with that his plans went sour- he was still trying to learn the streets, and navigating new places was a good enough practice to get into. Everything looked different from street level, and until most of it was rebuilt he couldn't rely on free-running his way through town.
Now, what concerned him most was not the knife that was suddenly pressed against his spine when he passed a dark doorway; it was the fact that he hadn't seen it coming, or sensed it at all. He's not clairvoyant or any shit like that but thanks to his Assassin heritage and what he had learned in the animus he liked to believe he at least had a little fucking advantage over common muggers. C'mon brain, get your shit together!
➢ ; "Gimme everythin' y'got n' y'can walk away." The high nasally voice wasn't what he was expecting, and Desmond gave a quizzical look at nothing in particular.
➢ ; "Jesus christ... Look, guy, you don't want to do this. It's a really bad idea, y'know?"
His response was pretty cliche, but it was all he could think to say. His lower back tingled uncomfortably and he felt a serious sense of discomfort.
➢ ; "Did I say y'could talk?!"
The knife shifted and Desmond acted on instinct, that tingle in his spine moving him before his brain did- he dropped flat and swept he legs out from his would be assailant, knocking him on his ass and forcing the air from his lungs. Immediately following, Desmond lurched backwards, pinning he mans’ arm down and kicking the knife into the shadows.
➢ ; "And I told you that this was a horrible idea, asshole. Now please tell me that you don't have any buddies skulking around here?"
As if on cue, two figures came sprinting to their cohorts aid from unseen parts of the area, like the Curly and Mo of the skeeve world. Further down the street, he caught sight of someone standing at the corner, and his first instinct was to call out to them. He didn't know if they'd been there the whole time, but he'd rather err on the side of caution and get them out of there. Hopefully they weren't also apart of this motley crew of morons.
➢ ; "Hey! You might want to turn around, these guys aren't exactly your neighborhood welcoming committee!"
