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Partners Shaun's assigned to work with you for this mission.

Scene two: R&R

Some down time, how are you guys going to spend it.

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Who hacked my inbox!?!?!?! The silly option because I'm writing this post up while on a caffeine low so yeah.

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R & R

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Cal never thought he'd be able to meet more Assassins. He figured that Moussa and Lin would be it. The Brotherhood was too crippled and unable to pull itself back yet. Then they came across Bishop, who then introduced them to Shaun and Rebecca. They had direct contact with the Mentor. It sent a shiver down Cal's spine as he recalled how deeply Aguilar cared for Benedicto. He wondered if it would be a relationship to repeat itself, or if he'd never see the face of the Order's Mentor.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh. The Bleeding Effect. Images of Aguilar weren't as common now, but he could still hear the clang of swords and the screams in Spanish.

Re: R & R

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Shaun had wanted to remind Bishop at first that he and Rebecca were fine on their own, but knew in comparison to her and Rebecca, he was still the new guy too.

He had been sitting on the couch of the safe house trying to attempt to look busy, which had seemed a little easier with Desmond... He did notice the other man sigh and glanced over.

"Still having issues with the Bleeding Effect?" That was easy enough. "What are they saying?" He knew about the visions and knew that it helped to talk through them, would be something to add to his notes, both on Aguilar and on Mr. Lynch himself.

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Bishop was apparently in charge of something called "the Initiates." He heard the name in passing with Rebecca, but didn't bother to ask or look into it more. Until he was told otherwise, Cal didn't give a damn. It was hard enough to allow himself to trust the people in front of him.

Especially when Shaun was going on with questions that he thought were obvious.

"Screaming," Cal said bluntly, emotionless. "Asking them not to burn our Mentor alive."

Our, not theirs. Sometimes separating himself from Aguilar was difficult. Most days it wasn't. Today was one of those days. How lovely for him.

"Saying what are they saying doesn't make a person feel any less crazy." He pointed out.

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Shaun was still weeding through some of the information on that said group as he watched Cal. Wasn't like he had enough on his plate.

Though hearing what Cal said, Shaun visibly made a small face, he couldn't even imagine how that would even feel, Lucy hadn't let him in the Animus 2.0 at all, and from what he had gathered, 4.0 had been a million times worse.

The fact that Cal had included himself in there wasn't missed either. Though he didn't say anything about it. "I'm just going with what helped my friend before." He was trying to figure him out, though the hints he had dropped did give him more of an idea to a year to start poking around in his files, if only to find out what the Templars had wanted with him. Wasn't like Bishop or William Miles knew more than what they had managed to barely defragment from the databases at the Madrid offices.

Shaun wouldn't lie, what he had been able to unlock had horrified and impressed him. Shaking his head he decided to not even start down that route with the man.

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"You had a friend that the Templars shoved in the Animus as well?"

Cal hadn't bothered to ask much about the small cell of Assassins that Shaun operated with. He heard that someone named Lucy Stillman and someone else named Desmond Miles died. Presumably, Desmond was the son of William Miles. He didn't particularly feel like asking or learn anything more than he already had. It didn't feel relevant, and it certainly felt like he was intruding on something personal. Cal had enough of intruding on dead men's graves for a lifetime. Even if something, deep down, told him he'd probably see more ancestors eventually.

Then he rolled his eyes and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. He threw the small ball in his hands upwards, catching it, then repeating the motion over and over again. Partially because he was bored, partially because he wanted to annoy Shaun.

"If you have any questions about what happened in Madrid? You better ask." He said calmly and with an edge of coolness. "Before the Mentor decides he's going to interrogate me himself."

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"Desmond? Yes. He wouldn't say much about the bleeding effect, at least to Rebecca nor I."

He watched the other man a moment until Cal told him he better start asking questions.

"Only if you're willing to share it with the class. After all I'm not here to interrogate you, just to make sure you don't leave to explore the facility on your own yet." Not that there was much they had to worry about. Anything vital was at another location, the exception being his netbook.

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"It's not something you want to talk about." Cal confirmed. "People look at you like you're crazy enough."

The look that he shot Shaun said he wasn't in the mood for the British politeness. He caught the ball, gave it a good squeeze, before throwing it more aggressively at the ceiling.

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"Guess not, though really there's other ways to sound crazy in this group than that." Hey, he knew crazy and also knew that Cal was anything but.

He huffed a little. "Keep that up and I'll start to think that you don't like me." He settled back in his seat. "Though really what do you want me to ask about? Background? Pretty sure I could tell you through your rap sheet about your past. At least yours, and really not my business to judge you on it." He sat back again watching the other man. "Really I'm just the glorified babysitter." Just like I was with Desmond for a while there. Though he didn't add that thought out loud.

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"I'm not really a people person." Cal said in regards to the not liking statement. "If you were my babysitter, you'd be making me lunch and bringing it. You're a insurance guide. Making sure I don't snap and become someone from five hundred years ago."

Which was more an annoyance at himself than it was for Shaun. He knows there is a certain amount of liability to the Assassins. He is one of them, but he's also a danger.

"You're a history buff. I have memories from the Spanish Inquisition. I'm sure that you care about that."

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"Actually I was, but I was debating holding off since you said you had witnessed a burning." Which was true, he didn't want to bring up horrible memories if he didn't have to. He wasn't a monster like the Templars were. "If you snap there's really nothing I'd be able to do to stop you. I'm a tech not a warrior."

Shaun also knows what it feels like to be new in the group, though unlike Cal, he wasn't thought of as a threat, he had been brought in because he had managed to piss off the wrong people.

"If you want to talk about it I would love to hear about it." Oh look, the computer's actually being turned off for now, and set on the coffee table between them.