Reilly led the way into the cafe to a small round table with a bit of mold on the edges and faced Miles and Tatiana. From underneath his hoodie he pulled out a phone and placed it down. "Do you know what this is?" he asked the others with a smirk on his face, already knowing the answer.

"It looks like Acremonium, though I can't tell the species without running some extensive tests. Oh! Did you mean the cell phone?" Miles said sarcastically drily.

"What about it," Tatiana said, ready to end these games, kill Howard, and finish the mission.

"Ah... but it's much more than just a cell phone. It's Howard's cell phone and on it is a series of digits: 1889" Howard slid the phone across the table so that the other 2 assassin's could see the numbers themselves. "Looks like Howard does wants us to find him".

"So what? PIN number, or a year? Building number?" Miles asked impatiently, tapping his foot.

"I don't know I was wondering if you had any ideas"

"We could go to a bank, try the numbers. We could do a cross-check of all the buildings in London with that number. We could search for important events here of that year. I have no freakin' idea; you, Tatiana?" Miles said, throwing his hands up.

"Let's see. 1889: Four sates were founded, "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" was published, and Adolf Hitler was born. Sound significant?" Tatiana went over anything else she could think of having to do with those numbers.

"Probably not. Unless there is a Neo-Nazi book reading at 1889 'Whatever' St. Good ideas, though," Miles said, exasperated, but not directing it at her.

"Perhaps the numbers are scrambled. These could be four significant numbers, but in the wrong order. Howard could have set this up to look like a year to keep us busy."

"That's twenty-four different possibilities! For something we have no idea what it means!" Miles almost shoted.

"Argh! Reilly, how deep did you look into the phone? Just as far as these numbers, or did you completely search everything this phone had to offer?"

"No nothing but I'm pretty sure it's a date we're looking for" Reilly muttered as he went to check his old blade and check it wasn't damaged from the water. As he did this he remembered his old life, the betrayal's that he had suffered and the pain it had brought him and the very first murder that he didn't commit with hidden blade but with his own two hands that will ever haunt him. And there it was... Reilly understood. "I know what 1889 is - and I was right it is a date".

"Feel free to share," Tatiana said dryly.

"So what, Reilly. Do we go to Hitler's birthplace, or to America?" Miles quickly considered hitting the man, but decided against it. It was amazing how quickly he was angered, especially since he was more mellow.

"Paris..." Reilly whispered. "The Eiffel Tower to be exact. 1889 was the date that the Eiffel Tower was built".

"Oh? So Howard is in Paris?" Tatiana hated her job sometimes. It was incredibly fun to take people out, but not when she had to chase them all over the world, literally.

"A one hour flight, then. Well, let's get moving; I want a baguette and some brie for breakfast," Miles said. Sometimes he loved this job. He didn't always like who he worked with--Reilly--, but he loved going around the world to complete his objectives.

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"Right but I need to organise a meeting with a very important old friend of mine first" Reilly told the others. "First we will need to head to my London apartment to gather some stuff and so I can organise this meeting"

Miles raised his hand. "Can I go to sleep instead? I've had a long night. One mission, helped with another--albeit far from perfectly--, ran across some rooftops, and took a dip. Maybe I'll get the knack of unlimited energy someday, but for now, I'm only human. If that's alright, just call me after your meeting," Miles said wearily.

"I think I'll follow you, but don't be surprised if I disappear, and don't come looking for me," Tatiana said to Reilly.

"Nighty Night Princess" Reilly said to Miles and walked towards the road where a pitch black motorbike was parked. He put on his helmet, got on and looked at Tatiana. "You coming then?"

Tatiana didn't have to think twice. She climbed on the motorcycle and held on to Reilly. Perhaps it was a weakness, but she loved motorcycles.

Miles scowled at Reilly, face obscured by the darkness. "G'night, sweetheart," came his quick reply as Reilly got on the bike with Tatiana behind him. Reilly obviously planned on just he and Tatiana anyway, given the motorcycle. Sneaky little bastard. Worse was the sight of her holding Reilly. Double sneaky bastard. Miles stepped out of the door way and headed back to the parking structure near the bar, where he had left his Katana [sport bike]. He waved half-heartedly as he left.

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