Here is one little fun fact about this story...I listen to Amber Pacific when I type it out. I don't know why but their song "When I found you" seems to be a driving factor to keep writing and finish this thing, and for some reason the song seems to go with the scene. I don't know, let me know what you guys think. Enjoy.

Chapter 3:

Malik basked in the evening sunlight, the effects of the herb he had purchased were settling in his system, toning down the anger and resentment he felt towards Altair.

The damn fool had botched the assassination and had made Talahal's death a public execution instead. Malik did not hold back when he lashed out at Altair for his foolish mistakes; he was not surprised when the man tried to defend his actions.

Afraid that he might actually kill the man as he rested within the bureau that evening Malik had ordered Altair to report back to Al Maulim.

There was no reason for him to remain within the city anymore.

Altair did not argue with Malik this time; he left the bureau without a word. He didn't even wait for the warning bells to stop ringing.

Why did Al Maulim allow you to live? He wondered as he watched the sun set through hazy eyes.

Why? What you did was unforgivable. How many lives were lost because of your arrogance? Not just my brother's but my brothers in arms as well.

Malik looked out towards the horizon but found no answers there, only another day coming to an end.

Out of curiosity he looked over next door to see if the girl from this morning had returned to watch the sunset as well, but to his disappointment she was not there.

"Damn." He muttered turning his face back to the warm rays of the sun; he needed a pleasant distraction to quell the sorrowful feeling that loomed over him, before he drifted off into another sleepless night.