Hi! This chapter is a filler like the last one. I just want to set up a premise before I go deeper into the story. Anyway, I want you to know that the upcoming chapters will see our protagonist going full assassin. Also the new characters introduced here won't stick around. I just want to give the readers a proper and justified view of the narrative. Stick with me and review the story. Tell me what you like and don't like and i'll try my best to do better. Enjoy!

A crowd had formed outside the shop. The policemen had strict orders not to speak with the press. At least until the crime scene was analyzed and they knew what they were dealing with. Detective Cole flashed his badge as he entered the threshold of the shop. It looked like an ordinary thrift shop. The crime had happened in the back. The Captain was talking to a senior detective just outside the back door. Forensics units were busy taking pictures. The Captain saw Cole and gestured him to join him.

"What have we got here captain? Drew told me it was a multiple homicide."

"That's right. We got an anonymous tip this morning. Units suspect it was a local gang hit. It's common for those assholes to announce their kills proudly."

There were three bodies. Pools of blood formed beneath them right below the throat. The first two bodies were lying face down while the third was facing upwards. Cole pulled out a pair of gloves and knelt down besides a forensic unit as he put on his gloves.

"Can you tell me what happened here?" he asked the unit. He didn't remember his name.

The man took a photo and nodded. He pointed to the body on the right and replied,

"This one had his throat slit. A single, precise cut that went in 4 inches deep. The nerves and arteries that got slashed caused him to bleed out in seconds. He fell to his knees and tried to staunch the bleeding with both his hands. He was killed approximately 10 hours ago, just like the rest of the bodies."

He pointed to the body on the left and continued.

"This one had a more painful death. He was stabbed through the throat with the same type of weapon used on his buddy on the right. The stab punctured his windpipe and blood gushed inside. He choked on his blood and died in a painful fit of suffocation. However the stab was expertly done. A single strike that slid in and pierced through the back of his neck and slid out within a second as indicated by most of the blood going inwards into the pipe. Whoever did this was very calm and precise. There's no indication of the blade having shifted even slightly. It was so quietly done that I doubt someone standing outside this room would have even heard a thing."

"I see." Cole replied. "Now tell me about the third victim."

The forensic unit stood up and walked beside Cole to the third body. They knelt on either sides and the unit spoke up.

"This one was choked to death. He was choked with masked hands as the killer straddled him. The pressure exerted on him crushed his windpipe. I doubt this one was done by the same guy who killed the other two. See the other two kills are precise while this one is just sloppy."

"How so?" Cole asked as he saw a grin form on the latter's face.

He pulled a glass vial from a parcel and replied,

"Well for starters, our killer might have left some DNA. In this case, a strand of split hair that probably fell off while he was choking the victim. I've already checked this hair strand with the victims and it definitely isn't the shade of their hair color. Considering the owner is in New York, I'd say there is a solid chance this might belong to the killer."

Kyle looked around the room. It wasn't particularly large but it was large enough to allow him freedom of movement. On the desk were stacks of papers and dossiers that he had been reading. There was a bed right below the windowsills and a lamp on top of the bed stand. The sun was shining brightly and he shuffled his feet across the carpeted floor as he lay down on the bed. He was exhausted. Someone knocked on the door as he bolted to his feet. Another knock and then there was a pause. Two more knocks followed and after one more pause there was a final knock. He relaxed as he moved towards the door and opened it. She was wearing casual clothes. He gestured her to get in and shut the door behind them. He made sure to latch the door although this was unnecessary, the door was designed to shut out all noise from the inside.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked her. She asked for a glass of water. He went into the kitchen as she started inspecting his apartment.

She accepted the glass of water with a quiet smile and sipped. He wasn't fooled into believing she was even slightly pleased with him. He simply waited for her to reach past her threshold of tolerance. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long.

"I see you've already managed to screw things up. Not to mention you took these dossiers from the cell. What if someone came inside to inspect the apartment and found a series of papers that documented the entire Chicago PD? Not to mention leaving those bodies in the middle of town was extremely sloppy. What were you thinking? And who the hell was that third man? Your actions might have caught Templar attention. How is this in accordance with what I told you to do?" She was starting to flush dull red.

He hastily replied before she started again.

"I'm sorry but I had to make slight changes in the plan. I drugged the two scouts from the cartel and kept them unconscious as planned. I would have dumped them in Asian territory two days ago but I stumbled upon a golden opportunity. One of the Asian gangsters brought his car to the garage I work in. He left the car there because he was having some engine trouble. I patched the car up and attached a GPS bug discreetly. The Asian drove up to a warehouse they own in a shady neighborhood. He was getting rid of the third body. I killed the Asian and plucked a strand of his hair. I planted it at the crime scene. I carried the third body, the man had been killed very recently. I carried and dragged the cartel scouts to that back room and made it look like they had all been killed simultaneously. They were delirious and exhausted and barely knew what was happening until it was too late."

"But why plant the bodies in the middle of the city? And where is the Asian you killed?"

He smiled grimly. He walked up to the table and leafed through some papers. He finally found what he was looking for. He passed her the paper. She read it quietly.

"Ok. So the shop is owned by the Asians as well, the owner is a friend of the Asians. So the shop is a front for laundering and you just pointed the police towards the money. I see. The Cartel believes the Asians killed their scouts meanwhile the police discover the illegal money. With the police on their tail and the cartel out for revenge, you've essentially removed the Asians from the equation. Well done."

He raised an eyebrow and asked,

"Is that a compliment I'm hearing?"

"Yes. You did good. Now tell me what you plan to do with the body of the Asian."

"Well, I already removed and destroyed the GPS bug. The Asians might be gone but that just means the other local gangs will have more breathing room. I took out the Asian with a handgun. Right now, that gun is locked up at the cell. The body itself will turn up in a day or two. I'm working on a way to get another gangster to leave his fingerprints on the gun so that the police have a new target."

She was impressed. He could tell that she was impressed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a new piece of paper. They had further instructions for him. He was satisfied with the way things were going at the moment. All he needed to worry about was Abstergo. But he had a plan for that as well.