Assassin I

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Inspector Lue was not pleased for once more: this boy, this child, was across from him, with the gall to smile. 

"Inspector…" Altair began.

"Just stop. I don't want to hear it," Lue said, slumping into his chair, tired. The week had just begun, and yet here he was again. "Death seems to follow you like nats on shit. Cameras were deactivated, yet everyone is claiming the same thing after your illegal duel. Ron Thevel'mo ate his bullet. Is that your story, too?"

"Well… I'm afraid it is." Altair said with a wry smile. "That's because it is true," he said.

"Yes… Which is why I'm surprised that Hilda… your enemy is also backing your—" 

"Enemy?" Altair interrupted. " Sure, we might not be on good terms, but don't you think claiming she's an enemy is a bit on the extreme side?"