Ok, so. While I'm re-working Skin to Bone, I'll be posting this new fic, an Assassin's Creed, Dying Light, and Watch_Dogs crossover. Since AC and Watch_Dogs are confirmed to take place in the same universe, they weren't hard, but Dying Light is tied in using various connections some of my own personal headcannons. Fun for the whole gang. This starts just after the ending of Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, and becomes AU from then on. Enjoy.

"Operative Crane, come in."

Kyle Crane stirred on his bed in the Tower, his radio blaring.

"Operative Crane, this is Mentor William Miles, please come in."

The voice of his boss startled Crane out of his sleep and he picked up the radio, flipping it on.

"This is Crane, standing by."
"Is your first priority complete, Crane?"

"Yeah. You heard the GRE are done, right?"

"Yes. Is Suliman taken care of?"

"Yeah boss. I found some prospective new recruits too."

"Good. Get them out to the Infamy Bridge. I'm calling in all operatives, we have a serious issue on our hands."
"But I'm infected. So are all three of the prospects."

"We've developed a cure using Zere's research. The public is only a few days away from getting it as well."

"Alright boss."

A helicopter flew low over Harran, making its way towards the Infamy Bridge. Four Assassins stood in the bay, while two more piloted the gunship. Hunter grinned behind his high-tech flight helmet, his hands tightening on the trigger of the mounted machine gun in the back of the chopper. Razor drew his sword, Shamrock hefted her rifle and locked in her gas masks while Jester readied a knock-out gas grenade. The chopper landed, and the bay door dropped.


Four figures stood on the ground. The assassins recognized one, Field Operator Kyle Crane. The other three were the prospective recruits Crane had told them about, Rahim, Brecken, and Jade.

Rahim spoke.

"Crane? What the hell is going on?"

"Yeah mate, what is this?" the Englishman, Brecken asked.

"All will be explained in time boys, just get in for now."

"Fine. If we die, I'm coming back to haunt you.", muttered Rahim.

The four boarded the gunship and the bay doors closed. Jester scooped up a bottle and four needles, before walking over to Crane. He filled the first needle and stuck it in Crane's arm, compressing the syringe. He then moved over to Rahim, who jumped back.

"Back off! What the hell is that stuff anyway?"

"A cure." Jester responded.

"Fuck off. I'm not letting you stick that shit in my arm. I'm here, but I don't fucking trust you!" Rahim shouted. He swung at Jester, his crowbar flashing towards the Assassin's head.

Jester ducked the swing easily, and hooked Rahim's legs, sweeping them out and pinning the survivor. He stuck the needle into his neck, injected the kid with the cure, and stood up.

"Anyone else want to try that?" he shouted, raising the gas grenade as Hunter passed Crane a gas mask.

"Try that shit again and I'll knock you out for the rest of the ride!" he added.

Brecken stood and helped Rahim up, before holding up his hands.

"We don't want any trouble. You hear me Rahim? Be cool."

The boy's only response was a groan as he stumbled back to his seat.


The rest of the flight passed in an uneasy silence. Several hours later, the gunship jolted, and began a descent. Jade was startled from her nap, while Brecken groaned, sitting up. Rahim remained slumped in his seat, not in the mood to deal with the others after the humiliation he had suffered. The cockpit door opened and one of the masked people Crane stepped out.

"We still aren't where we're going. We just got a call, one of our field groups has an injured member, they need medevac, and we're the closest group equipped to handle it."

Jade looked at him, confused.

"What's your point?"

""My point is, we're taking a detour over Rome. We'll be landing shortly."

He turned and sat down while one of the other guys stood. Jester, she remembered as he began to give orders.

"Hunter, get the gun ready, we don't know what's gonna happen. Razor, Shamrock, get the stretcher and be ready to load up whoever's injured."

He raised his rifle, and moved to the door as the chopper landed. The door opened, and the group moved.

Jester ducked behind the side next to the door, peeking out with his rifle. Hunter swiveled the heavy gun towards the door, and the other two rushed out with the stretcher, Shamrock with a medikit strapped to her gear. Slowly, four figures limped into sight. The first wore a white hoodie, stained with blood, and jeans. He had short dark hair and a tattoo that rand up his arm. Behind him were two others, supporting a third person between them. One wore a cream jumper, and jeans, his glasses crooked on his face and his blonde hair a mess. The other had long dark hair and wore a black t-shirt with black athletic pants and boots.

Between them, unconscious and bleeding heavily from her stomach was a blonde girl in a brown leather jacket and jeans. Jester rushed out of the chopper, rifle ready, and stood, covering them incase something struck while everyone was vulnerable. Shamrock and Razor secured the blonde girl to the stretcher while the other three ducked into the chopper. Crane stood and hugged the dark haired girl, smiling.

"Guys, this is our Italian field team. The guys are Shaun Hastings," he gestured to the guy in the jumper, "and Desmond Miles. The girl on the stretcher is Lucy Stillman, and this", he gestured to the dark haired girl, "is my sister, Rebecca Crane. I didn't introduce the others, but the guy with the red and blue armor is Jester, their leader. Machine gun over there is Hunter. The girl is Shamrock, and the guy with the sword is Razor."

Rebecca looked at Crane funny.

"I'm happy to see you here, bro, but I thought you were going after that guy in Harran. Suliman, or whatever."

"I got him, now I'm bringing in some possible recruits. This is Brecken, Jade, and Rahim."

The stretcher was inside now, and as the chopper took off, everyone could see Shamrock trying to help the injured girl, Lucy. Desmond collapsed into a seat, and dropped, his head in his hands, while Shaun and Rebecca talked with Hunter and Crane. Jester had gone into the cockpit, and Razor pulle dout a whetstone and began sharpening the long katana that had been strapped to his back.

After about twenty minutes, Shamrock stood up and put a blanket over Lucy's legs and stomach. She walked over to the seats and sighed.

"She's stable. As long as we get her to the Farm soon, she'll be fine."

Desmond looked up at this and slumped back in relief, Shaun and Rebecca having similar reactions. As Shamrock walked back to her seat, Jester strolled out of the cockpit and spoke to everyone in the chopper.

"We're landing now. To the newcomers, I'm going to brief you on what's going on now."

"Finally." Rahim muttered.

"Right now, we're over the Farm, the main headquarters of the Assassin Brotherhood, an underground order dedicated to keeping a series of ancient artifacts known as Pieces of Eden safe. You are all prospective recruits of the Order. Each of you has been chosen for a specific reason. Brecken, for his parkour abilities. Jade, for your kickboxing and hand to hand combat skills, and Rahim, for your skill with coordinating operations and tech skill. That is, assuming you want to join. If not, we'll drop you in a city with some money and supplies."

The three spoke in unison,

"We're in."

"Good. When we land, you'll be given quarters in one of the buildings. You'll start training tomorrow."

The pilot called out through the open cockpit door.

"Landing now!"