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"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Desmond complained as he bounced up and down painfully on his horse. Ezio and Connor were fine; they were used to it. Desmond, however, lived in a period of cars and planes; and horses weren't really needed. So now his butt is bruised, and his spirit is damaged. And they still have a long way to go.

"Shut up!" Ezio snapped after hearing hours of whining and complaining. "Have you not ridden a horse before?"

"No!" Desmond replied angrily. "In my time, we had cars and shit. We never had to travel on this stupid monster-beast thing!"

Connor frowned at this man's dirty mouth. Had he no manners?

The group arrived at Damascus another few hours later, and they had no idea where this Bureau is. Well, except for Desmond.

"This way," Desmond gestured, after scanning the city.

Connor narrowed his eyes suspiciously, confused at where Desmond's sense of location came from. "How do you know?" he interrogated.

"I lived Altair's life before, I know where everything is."

At his response, Connor whipped his head toward Desmond in bewilderment. "What do you mean? How is that possible?"

Desmond gave an annoyed sigh before he answered," Okay, so in my life time, there is this techno thing called the Animus. You can use it to view your ancestor's memories."

Ezio frowned at this. "So you have been stalking us," he concluded.

"No! No," Desmond answered quickly. "I was forced to!"

"Sure, sure, you gay cazzo."

Desmond huffed in annoyance and frustration. "The Templars captured me!"

"Why didn't you kill them?" Connor asked innocently.

"I didn't know how to!"

"Then how are you an Assassin?" Ezio retorted.

"Look," Desmond finally snapped. "There is a lot of technology in my time. They used them against me!"

Ezio snorted in disbelief. "What do they have that can hold back an Assassino?"

"They have metal sticks that can electrocute you," the modern assassin started. "They have guns that can shoot 16 bullets without reloading, like your flint- lock gun. They have big, metal, flying machines that can drop huge explosives and destroy millions of acres of land! How do you avoid that?"

Ezio became speechless, however, Connor was too naive to understand. "If the Templars have all this, why don't the Assassins have all this as well?"

Desmond sighed in defeat. "Because of all the failures that happened in the past, the Assassins are losing this war pretty badly. The Templars just bombed our last base. There are only, like, 5 Assassins left."

Connor frowned. "This is the reason why the goddess sent us here?"

"Yes," Desmond replied. "That's why we have to win. Or else the Templars will fuck the world up. Really bad"

So they marched/sprinted on to the Bureau, determined to beat the Templars.

Soon, they reached the entry way. Desmond flipped the "door" open and dropped into the hideout, followed by Ezio and Connor. The Italian Assassin looked around. "Not bad, this isn't bad," he muttered.

Desmond walked up to the Bureau leader, who stood there patiently, observing the newcomers. "Hello," the modern Assassin acknowledged.

"Greetings," he responded.

"I'm assuming you are the Bureau leader; do you have a name, or should I call you Bureau Leader?" Desmond smirked, trying to be a smart ass.

"Bureau Leader will be just fine." Desmond's smirk faltered. "You are looking for Altair, are you not?"

Connor regarded the man curiously. "How do you know?"

"Al Mualim has sent me a pigeon, alerting me of your arrival."

"Oh."

"So are you currently looking for the 'great' Altair?"

"Desmond stepped in their "conversation" to answer. "Yes, do you know where he is?"

The Bureau Leader snorted. "Of course I do! I know all! Altair is currently at-." He was cut by a loud and arrogant sounding (jeez, even his free-running sounds arrogant. Is that even possible?) landing.

"I have returned," the man spoke behind the three Assassins.

"Never mind."

Altair suddenly noticed the other Assassins, and he recoiled in annoyance. "What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"The 'master' is trying to make us watch your stupid cazzo."

"Excuse me?"

Desmond rephrased Ezio's rude reply. "He means the master wants us to help you kill- whoever you want to kill."

Altair huffed and snorted, a clear sign of his arrogance. "I do not need help," he replied with an air of superiority. "I still have the skills of a Master Assassin!"

Ezio narrowed his eyes in annoyance and anger. "Skills my ass. I'm here to kill people, and that's what I intend to do. You can shut your stupid ass mouth now."

Altair's eyes blazed with anger and dangerous and murderous violence, and the eagle extended his hidden blade, ready to sink it in the offender's throat.

At this, Desmond interjected into the forming fight. "Hey, hey," he scolded. "Just ignore each other. Let's kill the guy and go."

But Altair and Ezio paid no mind to the modern Assassin. Apparently, their pride and arrogance clouded their better judgment, so yeah. The future is screwed.

Finally, Connor intervened, and he used his awesome Stop-Dumb-Ass-Assassins-From-Killing-Each-Other technique, which is better than Desmond's.

"If we don't work together, you'll never get your rank as a Master Assassin back."

Altair immediately sheathed his hidden blade after Connor's very logical reasoning. Ezio smirked at his so-called victory, and retracted his killing blade as well.

At that exact moment, the Bureau Leader decided so say something (that useless asshole). "So Altair. What have you discovered?"

The mentioned Assassin immediately turned his attention back to the Leader. "Tamir rules over the Souk Al-Silaah. He makes his fortune selling arms and armor, and is supported by many in his endeavor," Altair proudly reported. "Blacksmith, traders, financiers. He's the largest death dealer in the land."

"And how will you end him?"

Altair gave an arrogant smirk and announced, "A meeting is being arranged at Souk Al-Silaah to discuss an important sale. They say it's the largest deal Tamir has ever made. He'll be distracted with his work. That's when I'll strike."

"Good enough. I give you leave to go." At this, the Bureau Leader placed a feather on the counter in front of him. Altair reached forward to take it.

"Thank you Rafiq," Altair nodded.

"Rafiq? His first name is Bureau Leader."

Altair frowned at Desmond's remark. Then he turned to leave.

Connor also climbed out, and shortly, Ezio followed him.

Before Desmond left, however, the Rafiq called out, "Rafiq isn't my name either."

Desmond turned back in confusion. "Then what's your name?"

The Rafiq grimaced. "I don't think you want to know."

A/N: Sorry I was so late! I had a lot of tests to study for... Yeah, that was a pretty lame excuse.