***Assassin's Creed: Rebellion Ch 1***
"The Animus is ready Aaron. C'mon over," the woman on the phone said.
"Took you long enough, I watched an entire episode of CSI," I offered as rebuttal, "and enough of another one to figure out who done it." That would piss her off to no end.
"Just remember who's in control of you brain while you're in Baby."
"Remind me not to get in then." That's it, Aaron, piss off the ones in control of your mind. Real smart, I thought as I mentally kicked myself and sat up in the recliner of my not-so fancy apartment in downtown Boston. The filthy carpet crunched beneath my feet and expelled a noxious odor one NEVER should have to smell. The place wasn't much, but it would suffice since lately the norm is a cardboard box in an alley. Ever since Juno was wrought upon the planet three years ago, we, as 'lowly humans', have been struggling for survival.
The weak sought aid from somewhere, or someone in this case. Juno was all too happy to give aid to those who asked. But not all needed or wanted aid. Assassins, like me knew that they, that *she* was a tyrant. Christians were convinced that she was the Antichrist and wouldn't even acknowledge her presence. They were right to avoid her, albeit for the wrong reasons, so they chose to live on the streets. The place I'm in was abandoned shortly after she took power, so I took up residence.
"Like hell, you know as well as I do that we need to find something," she said sharply. "No, not you, this dumbass that's on the phone," she said to the side, real nice cap, I thought, then I heard the familiar voice of the bridge between me and the bitch.
"She's getting impatient. You should get down here as soon as possible."
"Ah, the English voice of reason."
"Quit being immature. We need to get this done.Now." He replied sternly, clearly not expecting this to go on. I wasn't about to let him get the best of me. Or at least not without work.
"Let me finish this glass," I said without any form of fear in my mind, save sarcastic.
"Fine."
I nearly choked. I knew that wasn't the end of it. It was never this easy. Some one from *that* side of the game *gave in?* I ran through the possibilities. Is someone going to kidnap me? Drug me and drag my drugged ass there? I didn't think these were likely, but they were more likely than some other scenarios I thought up. I jumped about four feet up when the door broke down.
"Alex?" I asked, a shocked look spread across my face.
"They need you up at the cave, said it's urgent," his thick voice filling my dirty room. We called him Alex because he looked like Alex Cross, **A/N: I DO NOT OWN ALEX CROSS. He belongs to James Patterson** big, burly, and black. His trademark trenchcoat settled at his ankles, and the torn blue jeans, 'true blues' I had always called them, fell under his heels as he walked over the rust colored carpet.
"Give him the phone, Aaron," I decided to comply, because if I didn't Alex would have taken it, by force. They talked for a bit, probably going over the plan, or whatnot. I slipped off, uninterested and headed for what remained of the lobby, for my ride to the cave. My bike was a solid black with the symbol of the assassins on the fuel gauge. I hopped on and headed west. The first step for the Rebellion.
**A/N: I don't own Assassin's Creed or CSI, but I do own the plotline, Aaron, and Alex. R&R AND SHIT PLZ THUNCK YEWZ. I had some ideas for the time period he goes to, but I want your input! Post it in your reviews, but no mafia please, there are two main parties in AC, and the whole "different mafia families" thing would be too much. Thnx a bunchez!Also read my Maximum Ride fic, Yours, Forevermore R&R that too pleaz. Thnx again!**