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Assassin's Creed: Metalhead.
Masyaf, Syria, 1200 AD, 9:45 A.M.
"Altair!" called Maria "Darim and I are going to the market! Do you need anything?" Altair, now Grand Master of the Assassins, was staring at the Apple. Maria knew something was wrong, so she went up to the Grand Master's office. "Altair, we're going to the market. Do you want us to bring something back for you?" she asked. 'Strange…..' Maria thought 'Altair has been like this for two days now….' Before she could do something about it, little Darim tugged at his mother's wrist, "Can I call him, Mama?" pointing at his absent-minded father. The Englishwoman found it adorable whenever she saw her son acting like he could take care of the situation, it was all too cute of him. She crouched down to his height and gave him an encouraging smile. "Go ahead," she said "straighten him out." Then, with a smile, the little one walked towards his father, who was STILL staring at the Apple, like no one's there.
"FATHER!" Darim shouted as loud as his little lungs can, causing Altair to draw his sword, pushing a big pile of books out of his way in the process. Which then landed on poor little Darim. "Who goes there?" "Please…get…this thing…off of me!" said the boy "Darim? What are you doing here?" Altair asked, collecting the books "Sorry about that, I was just listening to something." Then he looked up and saw Maria in front of the desk, tapping her foot on the floor. "Oh, hello Maria. What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting Kadar?" "Altair, that was two days ago…" Now, he was confused. "Two days ago?" Maria nodded in affirmation "You've been sitting there in your underwear for two days and now you smell like decaying fruit!" With the expression of dawning realization plastered on the Assassin's face, he sprang up and requested that a tub be brought to his room "IMMEDIATELY!" he yelled. "Anyway," Maria continued "Darim and I are going to the market, do you want us to bring something back for you?" "Some shawarma would be nice." "Okay, whatever you say…" With that Maria took Darim into her arms and went for the market, but not before Darim saying "Bye bye" in a way that would make bikers go squee.
Soon after leaving the walls, Maria saw Malik, Altair's old colleague, walking up the path whilst clutching a load of papers. "Hello, Maria." greeted Malik "Oh, hello Malik," Maria replied "So nice to see you here. Darim, say hello" "Hellooo!" waved he. "Such an adorable child, you have." Malik said "Is Altair there?" "Yes, why?" "I have these documents he requested, it's about this arms dealer in Jerusalem. I can't tell everyone the specifics." "Alright, but you have to wait, he's cleaning himself up" She looked back at the fortress "He's been staring at that Apple for days now, would you keep an eye on him, to make sure he gets his job done?" "Certainly" Malik said "All right, thank you, Malik." That said, Maria and Darim went down to the village.
This is going to be a long day...