"This is an important assignment Nadiah! Do not fail us..."
The resounding words of the master rung in my head. Engraved in my mind
"Do not fail us..."
I sat on my bench and awaited my unsuspecting target. The hot sun beat down on my head like a heat wave. There was little excitement in the garden square, not much life. Or not for long... A perfect place for a political assassination.
Just as I was losing enthusiasm and interest my target walked onto site. A new lust for justice sparked and smouldered. My muscles tensed in contraction. There he was...
The slave trader strode through the gardens; his walk exudes confidence and superiority. Smugness that he owned innocent lives, acted like God.
In studying his face there was something not quite right... something out of place... But that was not for me to judge. Just for me to eliminate. One less Templar to walk this earth.
Pushing off from the bench, I began to tail my target. His tabbed and hairy neck exposed in the suns glare. Anticipation and apprehension gripped me in their familiar fingers. Adrenaline pulsates my system and my body demanded more. The thrill of the fight, the struggle...the kill.
I neared the awaiting target, glory and victory was just beyond his life! I was so close I could smell the strong odour of his body sweat, from beating his captured no doubt...
I calmed and slowed my heart rate. For this to surprise them an assassin must not make a living sound. Be a shadow, follow its objective until its death... Only five meters away I kept. I shorted the distance with the spring of my step. Until...
Four meters...
Three meters...
Two meters...
The power I had gain burst and manifested as a sudden sprint and jump. Like the extension of my very own limb the freshly sharper and polished hidden blade released from its mechanised holder to lock into place. Baying for blood. It would be delivered.
The point of the blade was the first to burrow deep into the vertebrae of the slave trader. A surely killing blow.
A smile danced my lips as I knew another name upon the list would be joyfully scratched out of existence. No more would he trouble the innocent or so I thought…
Horror filled me as right before my brown eyes the tanned skin began to ripple like water and turn a startling and unnatural shade of blue. Firey hair grew out to replace the full grey speckled one. The fasique transformed.
A hand reached around and violently ripped the blade from the spine and threw it forward, carrying me along with it. I impacted on the sand tiled ground with such force I dazed a little. I-It all just happened so fast!
A primarily electric blue blur walks over and dropped to its knees and slid something thin and sharp into my neck. The surprise had stunned me; the fear of the unknown gripped me as I fell into looming darkness. The only question on my mind was: "What had just happened?"
It felt as though I had slept for more than it was necessary. More than my mind needed to function. A sudden bright light was shone down upon me. Where was I?
Forcing my reluctant eyes, they sheepishly opened. But not much was to be seen but this humming bright light! Whatever way I seemed to move, it followed! My movement was restricted also. A slight motion of my limbs and the sound of a chain would rattle. Locked in place. Bonded to my seat.
I did struggle though. I tried.
A voice scolded me.
"Vhat is your name dear?" It asked with false kindness. That accent…I recognised its origins. It was a feminine woman's.
"Nadiah Romanoff…" I answered my throat dry with blood. My head was filled with lead.
"And vhat is your occupation?" She continued to ask pointless interrogation questions.
"Assassin and part time hunter if you must know" I replied not taking this very seriously. I smelt the reek of damp from somewhere. There was a moment of silence.
"Now. Ve need you to do a little job for us. Nadiah. And you are to do it vithout complaining!" I heard the Russian voice command of me. But I was not under oath to them! They were not my masters!
"And if I don't?" I asked with a little spite. Who were they to tell me?! I felt an evil smirk within my presence.
A moment of silence.
Suddenly an electric volt passed through the metal chains. I wasn't expecting it and cried out in pain. I was guessing that was only voltage one…
"Don't vorry Nadiah, this is nothing to do vith the silly squabble between Assassins and Templars! It's just a little offside assignment. Then once done and completed ve vill drop you back in your dirt filled dust bowl of Arabia! Understood?" she asked cockily.
I had a feeling I wouldn't get along with her…and that accent…even if I was half Russian we didn't speak like that! I begrudgingly agreed. "What is my 'assignment'?" I asked under my breath.
Another moment of tense silence.
I awaited the impending shock. But it didn't come. Instead I heard a low chuckle.
"A little run away dog…ve need her back. Her name is Laura Kinney… easy enough?" she asked like she was ordering her lunch!
Laura Kinney…
"Alright…I'll do it, but I make no promises… and Masyaf must remain safe" I said knowing these must be the people that were threatening my home village…
"Good… and just to make sure you don't fail I vant to show you a little something Nadiah…" she said and with that, I was dragged blindfolded against my will to our destination. A one windowed medical research room…
I had a feeling that I had no choice, nowhere to go and no way to fight. A hashashin imprisoned was not the most pleasant of spectacles…