2Quick Errand
I own nothing but my own ideas
"I just have a few errands to run."
Given he only has his hidden blades, Desmond would expect him to go to the general store.
Instead he breaks into a run, leaping across rooftops, until he lands roughly on the ground.
He walks up to someone, hands them an envelope, and breaks out into a run again.
What?!
Is he really running around Boston to deliver some mail? What's next, looking for all of the Almanac pages? Would that be better or worse then the feathers?
Someday he would really like to ask someone the question of what exactly is wrong with the priorities of his various ancestors. Is it genetic?
The world might very well be ending, yet here he is, running around like a maniac, in a memory of Boston.
Maybe he should get out of the Animus and get Shawn to look into it.
Oh, the joys of player priorities. Happy Birthday Desmond
