When I was young I never though an assassin had traditions or honor, I didn't think they had a set of rules to live by, that they lived a life of true freedom by their own morals and ways. Then everything changed when I bumped into the Templars otherwise known as Abstergo industries.
Sixteen years old and I thought I could just leave home and start my life off as a hired hand, an amateur assassin. I knew some back allies and rough scenes the places that the usual deals would take place, but I never expected someone from a pharmaceutical company. We talked for a few minutes before he started asking about some security break in the company then the next thing I know I'm cornered with three guns to my face.
I was saved by a real assassin, after killing my would be clients/ assailants, he called me brother and asked if they had hurt me. You can only imagine his surprise when all I did was look at him dumb founded and ask "brother?"
Shortly later he brought me to his hide out, what I assumed was his hide out. It was an apartment building sitting in the bad part of the business district of the city. We came in through a door in one of the garages in the basement's ally way. After that he lead me to the buildings penthouse room on the top floor where three other men were sitting.
One man looked as though he was in his early twenties and sat at a laptop, important and very advanced information, by what my 16 year old mind could make out, covered his screen. The other two were standing a table looking over some papers as a map of the city laid underneath of them. As I and the assassin who saved me entered, the other three looked up and eyed me, as to be expected I guess.
"Mike?" The man at the laptop asked pointing to me. "What's with the kid?"
"One of your one night stands finally track you down?" One of the men at the table joked as the three laughed.
"Very funny," Mike said smirking and walking closer to them. "As a matter of fact we have a new recruit,"
The three men traded their smiles for surprised looks as well as me. Looking up to the man in disbelief, was this guy for real, I know he saved me from some guys who could've seriously wasted me but was he a real assassin was this just some big prank for trying to leave my life behind.
"You're kidding Mike," One of the men at the table stammered walking over to him then looking at me. "You want us to train a teen who's never fought in his life?"
"I've fought before," I piped up then realized I could be in a room of killers. "Er…h-how do you know I can't hold my own?"
"Really and who have you been fighting?" The other man still at the table asked. "Your boyfriend down the street?"
The three roared in laughter as my face burned in embarrassment and anger as Mike put his hand on the man's shoulder that was closest to him. As the man looked to mike his laugh faded then slowly stood more leisurely.
"You're serious," he sighed.
"Guys," Mike started looking to each one of them. "Our brotherhood is teetering on the edge of fallings apart, what will become of it after us four old men bite the dust?"
"Guess you got a point there," The man at the computer sighed. "Abstergo's trying harder and harder to track down our agents and eliminate them,"
"Then gentlemen," Mike said turning towards me and turning back to face them and putting a hand on my shoulder. "This young man could be the key to expanding our brotherhood,"
"Me?" I muttered looking at them then up to Mike.
"Of course a young man with skills that we can teach you," He smiled. "You'll be a real assassin in a few months, so do you seek to find truth while other blindly follow others?"
"Y-yes," I stammered. "I do,"
"Do you also seek to preserve the light by working from the shadows?" the asked his eyes peering more seriously.
"Preserve the light?" I repeated.
"Yes," Mike answered. "The assassins have always safeguarded humanities safety at its darkest times,"
"I…always thought…that assassins were just people hired to kill people," I said cautiously looking to Mike then at the others.
"Oh man," one of the other man sighed putting a hand on his head. "In this day of age yes they are but the real assassins, like us, have existed in brotherhood for centuries,"
"Brotherhood?" I repeated again looking to Mike.
"We've been a close group of like-minded people willing to protect humanity by killing those who would otherwise abuse it for their own gain," Mike said smirking.
"So you could go on your merry way to be a hired gun or…," the man at the laptop started.
"Or you could train under us and become a real and true assassin," Mike finished patting my shoulder.
"What if I want to walk away?" I asked looking to each one of them.
"Then you are free to do so," the man sitting at the table said. "It is someone's right to choose and follow their own path and we respect that,"
Looking to each one of them slowly and thinking over what they said with what I grew up knowing of assassins. A smile slowly etched across my face as I my eyes lit up and looked to Mike.
"I want to protect humanity, I want to be an assassin," I smiled.
"Then young man, welcome to the order," Mike said leading me over to the others. "What's your name?"
"My name's Jason," I said shaking the other assassin's hands. "Jason Cloch,"
"Welcome to the order Jason," the other assassins said in unison.
"So I'm an official assassin now?" I asked.
The others laughed then looked to Mike who smiled and sighed shrugging.
"Well not exactly, you're a member of the order but to be a true assassin you need our skills which you'll have to learn over time," he chuckled.
"Aww man," I jeered.
"Don't worry," the first assassin said "Young kid like you you'll get the techniques down in a few months,"
"Thanks," I smiled weakly.
"By the way the names Adam," He said shaking my hand. "The man at the desk there is John, he's the order's strategist,"
"Cool," I muttered.
"And I'm Luke Banner," He said closing his laptop and shaking my hand. "The orders tech specialist and historian,"
"Wow," I looked at them then around to really look over the room. "This place is awesome, this group is awesome,"
"You're gonna have to start learning to say Brotherhood," Adam smiled. "Kind of thing we do, since ye old days,"
From that day I had joined the Assassin's that night changed my life and really didn't know by how much. I returned home and my dull life but now ready to train. Months and months I had spent training with Luke, Adam, John and Mike in killing, subtlety, in observation, and strategy, I had learned about the struggle between the Assassin's and Templars. Months turned into years and years into a decade and slowly through my training I helped make the brotherhood grow. IT was a great time for the brotherhood and the assassin's in the Midwest, until that fateful day…when the fire began.