Name of fanfic:Dial-Up Assassin

Summary: Modern AU. Achilles Davenport is the tired owner of emergency telecommunications company "Homestead Connections", which may be closed down by Abstergo Industries' capital conquests, and is close to selling it when his new apprentice, Connor Kenway, suggests they revive it with its own alter ego. "Dail-Up Assassin" was soon borne from the ashes as Connor and the reviving Brotherhood helps to slowly bring back the company plus taking calls from people in need of help using his recruits, later to be more deeply invovled with fighting any form of tyranny within the bounderies of New England. But soon Abstergo Industries find out about it and the Templars will do their best to take down "Dial-Up Assassin". Can they keep the company alive while battling this super giant?

Theme: Office comedy, Drama, Action-Adventure, Family/Friendship, Educational (?), Crossover (both the games, novels, and comic series of the fandom) and just plain humor.

First person narration. Mostly Connor Kenway's POV (Point of view), but it may change as the story goes.

Warning: Rated M for weird parodies, discussion of politics, cursing of sorts, violence and gore, racial slurs, implied shipping, occasional innuendos, writing errors and slight OOC-ness .

Enjoy! :V


Main building, Abstergo Industries, New York

December 31, 2013

It is 11:50 P.M. on a Tuesday night. The well-lit, air-conditioned room is prestine, sleek color combinations of black, white and grey on the construction and the somewhat futuristic-styled interior designing. And yet on the box glass table infront of me, a smack of irony greets the onlooker. A ceramic china set is laid out, along with tea bags, cream and sugar cubes. Such an elaborate and traditional set for a room so unorthodox and simplified.

Though I probably shouldn't be talking about the interior while I'm shackled to this chair.

Fifteen minutes ago, I regained consciousness only to find that I was strapped onto a bilky, metal chair by the wrists and ankles. I relunctantly gave up prying my wrists and ankles from the contraption after five minutes, the proof of struggle visible on my newly acquired bruises. The next few minutes then I spent surveying the room, trying to come up with an escape plan or waiting for the right moment to move. Dammit, it's already aggrivating as is that an Assassin of my level is currently being bounded on only a chair, but the fact that my captor is sitting right across the table from me, crossed-legged and sipping Earl Grey-or some other tea variant-from such a dainty cup and saucer, isn't far from disturbing.

Graying hair slicked back, a periwinkle shirt and black tie ensemble, black pants and designer's leather shoes. The Englishman took his time sipping that black-colored drink, the steam more visible due the AC cooling the room. After one last sip, he gracefully lowers the cup and saucer onto the table, pinky finger supporting the the side of the saucer.

"Ahhh...a cup of jasmine is all that's needed for this situation." Haytham remarked before looking at me critically. Or, I thought it was directly at me. Straining his brows, he commented, "Oh. Didn't you like your tea, old boy?"

Grudgingly, my eyes shift down. A similar cup and drink was offered to me earlier despite (or because) I was restrained. Was he expecting me to bow down and drink it like a dog, or was he being a tease, knowing I had no freedom to take the cup myself? Not that I would enjoy taking any drink he offers. "I'm more of a Nescafe person..." I curtly answer back like I had just wrinkled my nose at the smell of the jasmine.

The man, supposedly my father, just shakes his head. "Tsk. American-branded coffee drinks. You truly have no taste, Connor." he remarks as he takes the tea away from me like I had just wasted the opportunity of a lifetime. But it does seem that way. It's not everyday that one can have tea and converse with the head of a secretly criminal organization. Moreso because of my job. "My tastes for caffeine beverages are obviously not important at the moment, though." my answer as snippy as I rolled my eyes, not that he could see that through my hood.

No, my tastes does not matter. Unless it was my blade tasting his flesh and blood. But I didn't have my blade or any of my usual weapons. The Templars had taken them while I was knocked out and hid them somwhere.

"So you are aware of your current situation. Right, then." Arranging the set onto a tray, he taps a button on the table and a compartment opens. He places the set there and the lid slides back, the table clear now. His gaze back to me, he continued, "You're here because we want to negotiate with you. You and your...company." The man said the last word with poison. "We only wish to benefit both ours and hope to bring better service to your clients. Clients that you have been...rather generous with."

I snort. Negotiation. Benefits. Generosity. He and this blasted industry of theirs want us dead and our facilities burned to the ground. Without us, they can continue with their dictatious and inhumane plots for conquest. But we won't let that happen.

Not when our lines are always ringing.

Perhaps I should go back to the beginning of all this...


Author's note: Hello, everyone! Itchy here with my very first Assassin's Creed fanfic! I don't do much of these, but I really wanted to try some again so this'll be up in time for 2014. :D

This AU is actually inspired by many AUs I've found on Tumblr, and the term "Connorline" (Yes, I know it's a pairing name, but I randomly got the idea that it sounded like some hotline involving the characters from AC 3 and then this fic came into mind. OTL) It started as for fun, but then I reaaaaaaaally got wrapped into the idea.

Now, it has been a LONG time since I've written fanfiction (and very crappy ones at that...), but now that I've had a few muses on hwo to write fanfiction, I've finally mustered up the courage to start typing it into a file and submit. And...the upcoming chapter 1 took 2-5 days to write. Seriously. Respect to all you writers out there, fanfic or official stories! *thumbs up of admiration*

Okay, now that the formalities are done, back to the fanfiction. So, yeah. it's a modern alternative universe fanfiction, starring most of the characers from Assassin's Creed III and a few others from the other games, comic series, and novels. A few OCs included, too.

And yes. Haytham Kenway is the current head of Abstergo Industries and Grandmaster of the Templars. (How many of you saw this before clicking the story, hmm?) But he's actually not directly in charge of Abstergo. I've decided that I'll make a puppet CEO for the story later. not sure if it should be someone from the gameplay or an original character.

Aaaaaaaaaand I suck at titles. REALLY suck at them. OTL

Also, I hope everyone will have a good one this 2014! Don't forget to review and tell em what your thoughts are on this preview!

Updates are within a week more or less, so keep alert! :D

~Itchy