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Continuation of Spades, damn some of you really like being being a cruel assassin. Found my people.

Sorry for the late update, but I'll make a part 3 and part 4 after this. 

Maybe it was the situation Y/N was currently in right now on her listening into the conversation and how anyone would catch her at any moment of her eavesdropping but she didn't care, but.. I should be careful. She closed the door shut, locking it on the process as she continues to listen.

"Mr. Malfoy if you don't mind we want to ask a few questions for you." Hermione inquires, Lucius, giving them a smirk as he gave them a nod. Hermione always asked the questions usually due to Harry's socially awkward demeanor, Harry would occasionally slip into the conversation to ask a few questions himself after he somewhat got over his social anxiety in front of others.

"Please go right ahead. I have nothing to hide." He says in a sickeningly sweet tone, seeming as only Hermione noticed while Harry is still admiring the big space of the facility. The bushy-haired girl looked down at her clipboard of notes and types of questions she should ask making sure she doesn't forget.

"Where were you the night before Mr. Snape's death?" Hermione interrogated, Lucius's forehead furrowed. Once those words came out of the bushy-haired girls mouth she knew how bad this situation was, if he gets arrested who's going to run the operation? Definitely not his son, he only comes around the facility. Thoughts like these kept running through her mind, nonetheless, she kept listening.

"I was in my office, working." He responds it wasn't technically a lie. But it was what he was working on was a secret he could never reveal. Y/N's heartbeat sped up, she couldn't already get caught this fucking early during the plan.. it only commenced. Hermione wrote something down, not like Lucius couldn't have cared less. Harry finally looking at the platinum blonde, narrowing his eyes at him trying to see any dishonesty in his eyes, but he didn't.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that?" Harry added on, shit. Y/N quickly turned the audio off from, the cameras as she also shut them off. She quickly grabbed her weapons as quickly as she good while looking at the camera footage, they were coming downstairs, fuck me. She hastily took her earbuds off rushing to another room, the armory yes. Each room was hidden off in the walls, she memorized which one was where thankfully being the smartass she was.

She quietly opened one of the armor rooms, seeing as one of her mentors was in there too. Y/N threw the blades in the empty spots that were available as she weakly slid the door close, sighing in relief. Arno finally noticed her presence as he looked at her, puzzled. "What are you doing here-" 

Y/N threw him a small metal chip as he caught it. 'Be. Quiet.' She mouthed, they both heard footsteps echoing throughout the halls, before this, Lucius most of the assassin's in training went home already seeing as he knew it would be best to keep a low profile for today especially since his former colleague's death just occurred. He also suspected the police coming here due to the investigation, I mean he clearly had a motive, but little did they know, the person who actually did it was in the building right now. Her mentor was Arno Dorian.

Arno was originally an Assassin in France working with an organization called 'The Brotherhood.' He was a very well-trained assassin as he is now retired but has dedicated his time to training his younger students now, including Y/N. Why he came to London? No idea, however, Y/N thinks it had something to do with his secret lover's death, Elise. From what Arno told her, he and Elise almost had a forbidden relationship due to him being an assassin and her being an templar. 

And well seems as though Arno broke the code of 'The Brotherhood.' Y/N did have some sort of sympathy for a man like him, but he was like a father figure to her. When she was younger her father wasn't around much, always out working on who knows what. Her mother, well she left when she was a year old, she hadn't been seen since.