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Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
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It was Wednesday and Altair hated Wednesday. The middle of the week with still two more days to go until it was weekend and since he had worked late yesterday he was tired as hell and could barely keep his eyes open when he drove the van, heading for JC Penny's.

"You look like shit dude."

He glanced sideways at Toto.

Toto wasn't his real name and Altair couldn't actually remember his real one anymore as he had introduced himself as Toto when he'd started working for the company and everybody else was calling him like that. He always wondered why he got that name. He didn't look like Totoro at all since he assumed that Toto maybe was the short version for that. He wasn't chubby and he didn't have an umbrella with him all the time and he never talked about any Studio Ghibli movies so he doubted he was a fan of them. Toto was an animal of a man with broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms and hair cut so short that it almost looked like as if he was bald. His uniform always looked like as if it was way too small for him and sometimes Altair thought the fabric would tear any second, especially when he bend down to pick something up. Toto was simple and not really a bright man but he was one of the few Altair could tolerate as he didn't talk much and mostly minded his own business. Not today as it seemed.

"Yeah? Look at yourself in the mirror then", he told him without offering him another glance. Toto just laughed.

"No man, I mean really... You don't sleep well lately?"

He usually didn't make his tours with Toto so it wasn't really surprisingly that he asked him something like that. Usually he worked with James, a tiny man, used to Altair's dark circles underneath his eyes and the complete opposite of Toto – at least when it came to appearance. James wore glasses, was even smaller than Altair and looked like as if he would snap like a match if somebody pushed him too hard. Not like someone you would expect working for security and driving money transporters. Today James had called in sick and Altair had switched his route, making him end up with Toto.

Altair scoffed. "Something like that", he shrugged and hoped the matter would be dismissed as he pulled into the parking lot driving towards the back of the store where they had their vault and with the staff already waiting for them to pick up the earnings from the day before, all counted and neatly packed. "Maybe we should get you some coffee then", Toto suggested and looking out of the window.

It was raining as it had been all morning, the sky covered by thick heavy clouds which would almost touch the ground. It made Altair feel claustrophobic, he stopped the van and put the gear into parking, Toto already opened the door before he held in for a second. "I'll go get the money. You'll stand by the door", he told him and he nodded, wondering why Toto would tell him that when they always did it like this. The driver was guarding the door – company policy. He got out of the van as well, one hand on the gun he wore on his hip. He didn't like guns and it was probably the only thing he hated about this job. Of course he knew how to shoot and he knew how to defend himself even without weapons but he hoped he would never have to use it.

Toto went ahead and Altair strolled lazily behind him, greeting the security of JC Penny who opened the door for Toto to enter the back of the store, a young woman leading him to the vault where they had their money. He leaned against the wall, his eyes roaming his surroundings, looking for anything that seemed odd. Something odd could be a nearby parked car with a running engine, but it was so early in the morning that there weren't many cars in the parking lot and since it was raining there were only a few pedestrians on the streets. He didn't talk with JC's security man. He didn't believe in small talk and he didn't know why he should bother with it. He could hear Toto laughing from the inside, followed by the soft chuckle of the woman. Toto's laughter sounded like the barking of a dog though and Altair assumed he'd just made some joke, flirting with the young retailer before he heard another door opening and closing shortly after - so this could take a while.

To his surprise it took Toto only fifteen minutes and he came outside with the locked, heavy box in his arms, his face a bit red and sweaty and Altair accompanied him back to the van, opening the back doors and waiting for Toto to store the money.

As they closed the doors once again and sat back in the van, Altair starting the engine, Toto clapped his back. "Come on... we're ahead of our schedule. We can afford taking a break and getting you some coffee."

Altair glanced at the clock on the dashboard. They weren't ahead of their schedule. In fact they were a little behind and he just wanted to open his mouth to tell Toto so, but... aw, fuck it.

"Alright", he nodded. "Let's get some coffee."

There was a Starbucks just down the street but Altair was making a U-turn and heading the opposite direction. He didn't like Starbucks. The coffee didn't taste any different from any other small coffee shop, it probably tasted worse. Their products just had fancy names and were overpriced anyway. Besides, if he wanted a large coffee he wanted a large coffee not grande or venti. So he decided to take them to one of his favorite places, a small shop next to the main street and run by an old man who came from Turkey to the US more than three decades ago. Altair loved his coffee and he loved sitting in there, sipping his secret addiction and watching the people passing by the windows.

They had just ordered and found their places when Toto excused himself to take a leak, as he liked to say it. Altair waved him off, taking off his raincoat and waiting for his coffee to be ready [a large one, thank you very much] and looking out the window as they had found a table right next to it. The place was empty besides the two of them as it was mostly and he sometimes wondered how the old man -Cem- could survive and pay for the rent and everything with the little frequency. The door to the shop opened again and he could hear the jingling of bells but didn't pay it much attention.

"One mocha, to go please."

Altair completely froze and a chill run down his spine, a lump of ice building inside his lower stomach and the cold spread through the rest of his body. He turned his head first, trying to look over his shoulder back at the counter but didn't manage to catch a glimpse so he turned fully. That voice – he knew that voice and before he could even see him, he knew who it belonged to as he suddenly saw those eyes swimming back into his vision and when he finally looked at him it all became clear. He remembered his voice and for a few long moments he didn't know why but then it came back to him and hit him like a brick across the head.

It was him again, the man from the train, the man he could barely stop thinking about and he leaned back into his chair, pushing himself away from the table, the chair's legs scrapping across the ground and making a loud noise causing the man to turn towards Altair. Their eyes met but this time Altair didn't flinch, didn't yield and held his gaze.

Altair stood up to suddenly that he almost knocked over the chair, his fingers grabbing the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white. For a moment confusion flashed across the man's face and he tilted his head to one side, looking Altair up and down before an amused little grin spread across his lips for a split second.

Right. His uniform. It was an ugly gray and he often thought he looked more like a janitor who was allowed to carry guns than a security man driving money transporters. He turned back towards the counter as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened but Altair could see how he hunched his shoulders, how he went tense. The fingers of his left hand closed and opened rhythmically. For some reason he thought it looked odd as if he could remember him only having one arm.

"This is the second time I run into you", he heard him saying and his voice caused goosebumps spreading across his skin like a rash and each letter rolling over his tongue sounded like a long faded memory, all drained out of its colors leaving nothing but black and white. It left him feeling dizzy. There was the hint of mocking within his voice and he could imagine the little frown on his face. "Do we know each other?", Altair asked then and he let slowly go of the table, not thinking he needed its support any longer. He stood straight then and picked up the small hat he had to wear during work and which had been laying on the table next to him just a few seconds ago. He held it in front of his body, his fingers twisting the elastic material.

"I don't think so", he told Altair, sounding bored and he glanced back at him over his shoulder. "What is this? Am I getting stalked by you now?", he pondered, his voice sharp and Altair could tell he was just at the edge of snapping. Altair scoffed. "Right", and he rolled his eyes.

His mocha was done and he paid for it, placing a cap on top of the styrofoam cup. He made his turn to leave but Altair just couldn't let him go like that. "Well?", he asked as he couldn't think of anything better. All those other thoughts whirling inside his head like a mad vortex sounded too crazy anyway.

I saw you and I can't forget your eyes – give me your number? Tch, no way in hell.

I think there's obviously some chemistry between us. Can I have your number? No, worse than the one before.

"Maybe fate has some plans for you and me."

Altair had absolutely no idea why he said it. It sounded like the dumbest thing ever, something he only heard people saying on TV in a bad late-night movie. It did made him stop though, halting within his tracks just before he reached the door. "Fate?" He sounded smug. "I don't believe in fate." His hand reached for the door, pulling it open and the loud sound of rain splashing down on earth filled Altair's ears. "You know, after all... nothing is true", he made a small rotating motion with his hand over his shoulder and with that he stepped outside, the door falling shut behind him, the bells jingling.

Altair stared on the spot he was standing just seconds before long after he was gone and was trembling, his whole frame shaking.

Nothing is true.

Everything is permitted.

Everything. Is. Permitted. The words echoed inside his head, sounding old and wrinkled and he thought he could remember a face, an old man with a bad eye and a long white beard, clapping him on his shoulder and for a moment he was filled with pride though he had no idea why. His legs came into motion before he realized it and he pulled the door open, stepping outside onto the sidewalk, the rain pouring fiercely down on him and soaking him to the bones. He looked down one side of the street than the other but he was gone, all he could see was gray in gray.

"Altair?" He heard the jingle of bells again, Toto standing in the door behind him seeking shelter from the rain. Somewhere he could hear the sound of sirens of police cars. "Everything alright?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah... everything alright", he lied.
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