2. Assassin Nor Templar

Annie climbed down into the ladder into the Whitechapel Assassin Order headquarters. It was quite a dreary building, to blend in with the rest of Whitechapel. She walked down the candle-lit, wooden halls towards her room where she had been sleeping since joining the Order. She hoped she might be able to slip into bed without Redmond tearing her apart, when...

"Ah, Annie. Would you care to explain why when Dennis came to take over your watch post, you were nowhere to be found?" growled the white-haired, tall and stocky figure of Thomas Redford. He wore his white Assassin robe with the red crest emblazed on the back to emphasise his irritatingly high position in the ranks.

Annie opened her mouth to tell him where he could stick his damned watch-posts but Redford interjected almost immediately.

"What if there had been an attack? Every single recruit in here would have been slaughtered in their sleep! We cannot have slip ups like this, Miss Chaplin. Is that clear?"

Annie was going to start another argument but she didn't want to be out on watch again, so she bowed and replied, "Yes, Mentor.". Thankfully, Redford left straight afterwards and Annie collapsed onto her bed.

-A-

"Oy! You 'ave something of mine, mate." Stephen Jones dropped down behind the cloaked figure and yelled this words, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

"Give it back and the Templar Order might decide not to kill you."

The cloaked man stood ram-rod stiff and Stephen began to walk towards him, drawing his sword.

"We can do this the easy way, where you give it back and sink back into whatever disgusting pit you crawled out of or the hard way where I kick your-"

As Dennis grabbed the man's shoulder, he was suddenly spinning through the air and landed a few metres away. He went to get up but a man pinned him to the ground. Dennis couldn't see his eyes but saw he wore a balaclava and a hood not dissimilar to Dennis' sworn enemies.

"We know where your hideout is. We'll go there and raise it to the ground to get the map back, you assassin scum." This was a bluff, of course. A last-ditch effort to try and get the map back.

"I am not Assassin or Templar." Dennis couldn't make out the voice behind the balaclava. "The map is mine and you have lost."

"You'll never find it. It's been lost for years and nobody, least of all you, will be able to find it." Dennis spat at the man's face and immediately regretted it.

"Tell your leaders, Assassin and Templar, that the vault is out of their reach and Jack the Ripper has spared those who oppose him for the last time."

And suddenly, Dennis was sailing through the air and was underwater in 3 seconds flat. The Thames. He'd thrown him in the bloody Thames. He climbed out onto the beach and coughed out the disgusting, polluted water. He got to his feet and scampered into the night, eager to tell of what had happened.

Well, maybe not being chucked in the bloody Thames.

Umm...hello? Can I have your attention, please? Hellooo? OY! *chucks smoke bomb* That's better! Just a little heads-up to say the chapters will be longer in future. Oh, and I've changed the title to something I like better. Anyway, toodle-pip and go about your business.

Oh, and if you're reading this Ezio, you left your hidden blade at Caterina's. It'll be in the post.