As well as my Evie & Jacob one shots, I am also writing a modern Assassin's creed series
Previously in this series, Jacob was framed for a horrific crime, leading him to being kicked out of the Creed and arrested. Shay turned out to be the culprit behind the frame-up and attacks on the Assassin Temple. Instead of accepting the council's offer to come back into the Creed, Jacob left the Order and the Assassin village.
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"Baby are you down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Even if the sky is falling down, down, down"
Evie winced at the music. Whilst the song was catchy, it was certainly not what she was expecting for this club.
"Why are we here again?" she yelled to Arno, desperately trying to make herself heard over the music.
Arno, who was also clearly not enjoying the music, shook his head and groaned. "Apparently, there's been some Templar activity in the area. The Council believes that the owner of the club, or the people working there might have spotted something. If they have, then we're to try and recruit them as spies for us."
"What kind of activity?"
"Meetings. Drop offs…. things like that."
Evie nodded in understanding, wincing as the music increased in volume and the dancers in the club whooped in glee. "Let's just find this owner and get out of here…" she sighed.
Unknown to them, over in a dark corner, they were being watched by a young lady dressed in gothic clothing consisting of a tight, knee-high dress, a black jacket, and high-heeled boots. Green highlights in her long, black hair were flicked over her shoulder as she knocked on a hidden door at the back of the club.
Almost immediately, the door swung open and she slipped inside. "We have a problem…." She stated, seating herself on a desk in the middle of the room, "…. Assassins' are here."
"Oh?" the figure lying on the leather sofa, sipping some whiskey hummed, "How can you tell?"
"The hoods gave it away. You'd think they'd try harder to blend in with a club scene."
The figure chuckled, "They'll think about that the next time they infiltrate a club…."
"What do you want me to do?"
"… Encourage them to buy drinks. No reason we can't make a profit out of their surprise visit."
…..
"I hate this…." Mumbled Evie as she glanced around, "…. How can anyone think or talk to anyone with all this loud noise going on?!"
Edward, who was clearly enjoying himself more than the others, grinned. "People don't come here to talk, they come here to dance, get wasted and fuck. Jacob would've- "
He stopped in his tracks.
Ever since Shay's betrayal and Jacob leaving the Creed around five years ago, their friend and team-mate had barely been mentioned in any conversation. Clearing his throat, Edward began to pick at the table, "I-I'm sure that other people like this…. I quite enjoy it. The music isn't too bad."
"The music's awful…." Ezio muttered, "…. 'other people' would've loved it."
The obvious tension in Ezio's voice soon brought about an awkward silence amongst the young Assassins, until Connor cleared his throat. "Who told the Council about the Templar activities?"
Edward leant over and grinned, "Think red hair. British accent and killer swordswoman skills."
"Ah, Elise."
Arno flushed as the rest of the group smirked at him. Elise de la Serre and him had grown up together after Charles Dorian had been murdered. Francois de la Serre had taken Arno in and raised him, until he himself had been murdered.
As they got older, Arno became besotted with his childhood friend, despite the different paths that the pair were forced to take. Elise supported the Templar cause, but due to a lack of support from the rest of the Order, she had no true power.
Clearing her throat, Evie shook her head "Elise isn't the only one who mentioned this club…." She stated, aiming to draw attention away from poor Arno, "… Mrs Disraeli mentioned it last week."
"…. I didn't think Mrs Disraeli came to places like this?"
Evie shrugged, "She doesn't. She merely heard someone else mention it."
The others nodded in understanding. Mrs Disraeli had a way of connecting with the thugs of London… distressingly so. Before the conversation could continue, a young lady came bounding over to their table.
"Hi! Can I help you?"
The group glanced at each other, silently agreeing which one of them would take the lead. Due to his familiarity with bars, clubs and pubs, Edward turned to grin at the young lady. "We're fine thank you love."
"Cool! Would you like some drinks?" She beamed at the group, "We do offer a waitressing service here so you can avoid the craze of the dance-floor if you want?"
Before they could discuss this, Edward nodded in agreement. "That sounds lovely. Just a bottle of wine and five pints please."
The young lady beamed, "Of course. I'll bring them over soon!"
She flounced away, leaving the group to continue their conversation.
"Why did you do that?" hissed Evie, "We can't drink on a mission!"
"Of course, we can. We have to."
Evie frowned at this, "Pardon?"
Gesturing at the rest of the club, Edward grinned. "Everyone here is drinking Evie. Don't you think it would be suspicious if we weren't?"
"Not if we were religious… or on a job!"
"Then we wouldn't be at a club…. Besides, you want to see the boss, don't you?"
"And how would drinking help?"
"Because they'll have drugged the wine. Everyone drugs the wine."
Everyone twisted around to stare at Edward, with Conner glaring at his cousin. "So, your smart plan…" the younger Kenway began, "… is to drug ourselves willingly?!"
"Not enough to knock us out, just enough to make us slightly woozy and then we'll pretend to be knocked out whilst they take us to the boss. Once their defences are lowered, we'll take advantage of the situation."
Conner was clearly resisting the urge to face-palm…. Ezio didn't resist. "I hate to say this… "he muttered, "…. But Edward might be right. Short of storming into the main office, which we have no idea where it is, do we really have any other options?"
"Yes!" hissed Evie, "We don't even know whether they know we're here!"
"We don't know that they're unaware of us!"
The group fell into a tense silence, only straightening up when the waitress re-appeared with a tray full of drinks balanced on one hand and a bottle in the other. "Here you are guys!" she announced, placing the tray and bottle on the table, "Just wave if you want another drink okay?"
The group nodded in understanding and the waitress bounced away. Once she was safely out of earshot (not that it would've mattered with the volume of the music), the group then cast suspicious glances at the bottle of wine.
"Are you sure about this?" Conner asked his cousin, frowning as Edward grabbed the bottle and examined it.
Nodding, Edward held up the bottle, "Who wants to do the honours?"
Ezio took the bottle and glanced at the top of it, "It doesn't look tampered with?"
"It's wax! Anyone can pierce the bottle with a needle, inject something into the wine and then melt the wax over the tiny hole again. They're not going to make the tampering obvious."
The rest of the group were sceptical, but accepted this explanation. Once the cork had been removed, the wine was quickly poured out and the group took a sip…. And then another sip…. And then another sip.
Edward frowned, staring at the wine. "Huh…. I thought it would've affected us by now."
"Been drugged often have you?" Conner sighed.
Winking, Edward grinned. "A lot of women have tried to take advantage of my perfection."
"Ugh." Conner scowled, pushing the wine glass away and pulling a beer over, "They probably drug you to get rid of you."
"Ouch."
Giving up the on the wine, the group all toasted with their glasses of beer and took big gulps… almost immediately, they began to feel the effects.
"Shit…" muttered Edward, as he slumped against the table, "… it was in the beer."
