"Where is your sister, then?" Darko asked Omar.

Omar frowned. "My sister is being held by Templars in Corlu. The Templars demand the release of a Master Templar they think we have captured. However, we killed the Master Templar a while ago."

"What does the Master Templar look like?" Darko had an idea.

"He was born in the Kingdom of Serbia, a European country," Omar informed. "The reason I attacked you was that you looked similar to the Master Templar, even though he was dead."

"What if, I pretend to be the Master Templar?" Darko suggested with a grin.

One and a half days later Omar and three other Assassins were in Corlu, along with Darko, who was in fake chains. Omar had been contacted by the Templars and was asked to meet in an alleyway.

The five Assassins met at the rendezvous point, where the Templars were already waiting. Five Templars were present, including two Templars who were restraining Talia.

"Master Petrovic, is that you?" the Templar asked Darko.

"Of course it is I, you turdbag," Darko spat. "What took you guys so long? Do you know how long I was held by these Assassin idiots?"

"My apologies, Master Petrovic," the Templar took a small bow. "We have managed to strike a deal with your captors. They will free you in exchange for us freeing their Mentor, Talia bin Rahmat."

"Then hurry up and make the damn exchange!" Darko pretended to be exasperated. "I cannot wait to take off these chains and get my revenge against these kurvo."

Omar pushed Darko towards the Templars and tossed the head Templar the fake key that was supposed to unlock the chains. As the head Templar handed Talia over to Omar, Darko freed himself of the fake chains and released his Hidden Blade.

"It is time for you scumbags to die," Darko simultaneously slashed the head Templar's throat with his Hidden Blade.

Aiming at the nearest Templar, Darko fired a Phantom Blade at his exposed forehead, killing him almost immediately. Looking at Omar, Darko saw him produce a throwing knife and hurl it at the third Templar, leaving him mortally wounded.

Talia, although she was weak and bruised from being captured by the Templars, still had a lot of fight left in her and wanted to exact her revenge. She struck the fourth Templar, one of the two who was restraining her, right in the crotch. Before the Templar could recover from the blow, Talia delivered a spinning crescent moon kick to his head, rendering him unconscious.

"Leave that Templar alive," Talia told the other Assassins as she pointed to the one she had just knocked out. "Let one live to tell the tale that the Assassins are counterattacking."

Omar nodded as he pulled his dagger out of the heart of the last Templar.

Back at the Galata Headquarters, Talia thanked Darko for his help. "Which Brotherhood are you from, Darko? Are you from the French Brotherhood, since you possess a Phantom Blade?"

"No, Mentor," Darko replied. "I am under Gustav de Monaco."

"Ah, so Master de Monaco sent you here? What for, may I ask?"
Darko took a deep breath, before telling her, "The Ottoman Empire has joined Austria-Hungary and the German Empire in the ongoing war, albeit secretly. I guess my Master suspects that there is strong Templar influence in the Ottoman Empire, since the Austro-Hungarians and Germans are also under heavy Templar influence."

"That is likely," Talia agreed. "But one thing is right for sure, the Templars wield a lot of influence here in the Ottoman Empire. We know that the Grandmaster of the Ottoman Rite of the Templar Order is Raqa Pasha, who is known to have the ear of the Sultan."

"Then we need to work our way up, until Grandmaster Pasha is dead," Darko said, clenching his fist in determination.

Days later, Omar had a mission for Darko. "A Chinese ship is set to arrive at the Galata Pier in a few hours time, with cargo on board which will be used to help the Ottomans in war. But that's not the main thing. The captain of the Chinese ship is a Templar sympathiser. Interrogate the sympathiser and destroy the cargo."

Dressed in an Ottoman regular's uniform, which had been provided by the Turkish Assassins, Darko made his way to the Galata Pier. He was unnoticed even though he was a Serbian in an Ottoman uniform, because the Ottoman Empire was a home to people of many races.

He saw the Chinese ship, the Kuai Jian, sail into the pier. Once the gangway was set up Darko boarded the ship and met with Li Jian, captain of the ship.

"I am Darko, a member of the Ottoman Rite of the Templar Order. Pleased to meet you," Darko shook the man's hand.

Li Jian fell for the trick right away. "Pleased to meet you, Templar! I am Li Jian, captain of this ship. I adore the Templars and have been wanting to join them for a while now."

"Very well," Darko nodded. "For your efforts I shall send a letter of recommendation to my colleagues in China."

"Thank you, thank you, sir!"
"Let me test you on your knowledge," Darko said. "Name me other members of the Ottoman Templars, and try to give me descriptions of it if you can."

"This is…strange, Mister Darko," Li Jian was beginning to become suspicious. "You sound like you're trying to get information from me."

"Well done," Darko congratulated with a mock look of surprise on his face. "You have seen through my trick. Not many, even Templars, can see through tricks like that."

Li Jian smiled with pride. "Do I still tell you the names?"

"Why not? It will test your knowledge."

"Of course you will know of Raqa Pasha, Grandmaster of the Ottoman Templars," Li Jian began. "There are two Master Templars I know of as well, Emmanuel Camiletti, the Ottoman ambassador to Italy and Jorgen von Köln, a German mercenary leader based in the Ottoman Empire."

Darko had never heard of Jorgen von Köln before, but he had heard of Emannuel Camiletti before. Emannuel had been sent by the Ottoman Templars to Italy to convince the government, which was Assassin-influenced, to side with the Central Powers. They had already signed a secret agreement with France more than a decade ago, in 1902, which nullified Italy's membership in the Triple Alliance.

"Not bad," Darko nodded in contentment. "Tell me more about Jorgen von Köln."

But before Li Jian could tell Darko, five Ottoman soldiers stormed the ship, led by an Ottoman with a Templar ring. "Get the impostor!"

"Looks like I have been discovered," Darko said calmly, before firing a Phantom Blade at Li Jian's throat, killing him. He died with a shocked expression still on his face.

Darko drew his pistol, which he had brought with him all the way from Visegrad, and shot the Ottoman with the Templar ring in the forehead.

"Retreat now," Darko demanded. "Or your fates will end up like these two."

Once the Ottoman soldiers fled, Darko made his way to the hold of the ship. He found firearms and gunpowder there. Setting up a trail with some of the gunpowder in the hold, Darko fired a bullet at the end of the trail, igniting the trail of gunpowder. Darko then hurried off the ship and got as far away as possible.