( what I've become )
( sharing secrets )
( but he's got support this time )
( Ollie's not exactly used to being the responsible one. )
“I’ve found out something you’re not going to like.” It’s a burner phone, one Malcolm doesn’t know about. He’s not going to make an obvious mistake like that. Not now. “Same place, same Hood channel?”
Despite himself, Ollie laughs at that, but doesn’t answer the question right away. “I’m sorry. My team doesn’t quite trust you yet.”
“Can you just, uh, thank them for me, like, right now? Because I am. Really grateful. I get backup, for what it’s worth…” Ollie snorts at that, probably thinking something uncharitable about Malcolm, which is more than okay, “...and the thought of you with no one to watch your back...bothered me.” In ways he can’t put into words.
“Can do. You know the old abandoned bar, the one we both hated ‘cause it was too quiet and not ‘fun’ enough?” Not too far, probably because he wants to be able to work on this right after, because he picked up on the slight urgency in Tommy’s voice. Smart man.
“I’m there in ten.” Technically, it’s trespassing and they’ll probably have to parkour in. At least that’ll be fun, even if nothing else is.
( the creed )
( still taking risks )
It would almost be easy to convince himself that the end of the fight had all been a stress-induced nightmare. Malcolm hadn’t even scolded him for getting wounded, though there was a little disappointment in the expression. Still, he’d gotten patched up. The wound on his cheek could be explained by the fight a dozen paid Templar witnesses could attest to—going to Poison? When would Thomas Merlyn ever learn? He’d even put an appearance in, complete with makeup over the wound.
But then he gets a text. ‘We still on for today, buddy?’ complete with a really out of place smiley emoticon. Before now he wasn’t sure Oliver even remembered how to text, or turn on his phone. Then again, thinking back over everything, there are probably very obvious reasons why Oliver would turn off his phone.
Malcolm wouldn’t approve, he’s sure. But he has to talk to Ollie, has to try to understand what the hell the man is thinking. It’s not like Oliver, even Assassin Oliver, could kill him. He’d proved that last night.
“I’m going to see Oliver,” he calls out. “Some Verdant business.” Oliver was probably using the base for the same cover he was—a good excuse to be seen in the Glades, if necessary. Malcolm had approved for just that reason.
“All right. We’ll talk strategy when you return,” Malcolm insists, smiling at him. “May the Father of Understanding guide us.”
“May the Father of Understanding guide us,” Tommy agrees. He’ll need it.
( an ancient struggle replaying in modern day )
( because relationships require work )
( Oliver's attempting to become the next Mentor accidentally. )
( the world is different than desmond thought )
( a plan for juno )
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