Hello there !

In french, we have some polite and respectfull way of speech when we talk to strangers, the cashier, a professor, some times our boss and colleagues... cause we are not friend with them, we cant be so familiar with them. But, to make things easier, in english, there's only one way to translate the two way of speech.

French pronouns: Je-Tu-Il-Nous-Vous-Ils
English pronouns: I-You-He-We-You-They

Tu is the friendly/equal to equal way, Vous is the distant/respect/formal way... and both make = You
So I had to simplify the dialogue for you guys. Here it's easy, not to much lines, but for chapter 10 (already wrote), I m gonna cry.

Enjoy !

Bad News

A few days had passed. And new faces had appeared in the city. Many people belonged to the order during XX th century and had been victims of the purge after the year 2000 and Daniel Cross's treason. Memocorp had some more of data to be collected to form older artificial intelligences.

It was the second time that Achille and Mario left their districts to visit Central City. They were accompanied with their apprentices. A tamed eagle had been the bearer of the message and the plan: a council had to take place and they were invited to it.

And for the recently arrived agents, to see horses in town, with cosplayed people on them, it was really strange and funny sight.

Malik was standing at the entrance of the big tower towards which the map guided them, and greeted them of a nod when he saw them.

- Safety and peace brothers, he says when they were closer.

- Bonjiorno Rafik, master Altaïr is not with you ? Ezio asked, demounting his horse.

- He is, he tries his every effort to go on the top there, but it is too slippery, he indicated while pointing his index finger towards the sky.

All looked-up to see one of the greatest assassin of the history trying to climb on an internal corner of the tower, and such a child on a slide, get down of twenty centimetres in every attempt to rise.

- This is a man who won't stop giving himself challenges, commented Mario full of spirit.

- Altaïr, you disgrace your assassin's title! Come down at once ! Malik chanted

- It's quite normal, there's only Tom Cruise in Impossible Mission 3 who can climb slippery windows, explained Desmond who went out of the tower to come to meet them.

- Who is this Tom? Is he a modern assassin ? Asked Altaïr, jumping down

- In a way he is, I shall show you one of these days. Follow me.

Desmond guided them through the hall, at their right, there was an elevator, to the left, in front of the elevator there was the modern' assassins' connection room; in the middle of the hall stood a round piece of furniture, with within it, the receptionist, who one named Bob. They continued their walk in. In front of them, a wide staircase which rose directly to the second floor, to the right, there was a metal door with a big L embossed design, and a small black case for the opening. They took the elevator up to the sixth floor, provoking a wide spectrum of emotions on the past ages men.

Connor breathed very hardly and sweated, ill-at-ease, wrinkling his hands on the banister. Altaïr laughed, looking to his own face in the mirror. Ezio and Mario admired the control panel with bright buttons.

Malik was also holding the rail with his only hand.

Connor crouched to try and recover but to no avail.

- I believe that Connor is having some claustrophobia. Fear of the restricted spaces, specified Desmond.

Quite fitting for a man raised into MotherEarth's wild.

TING

Malik almost vomited the content of his stomach when the machine stopped and when its organs had a small leap inside him.
Connor crawled towards the light of the door-window to take himself out of the elevator, under the disapproving look of its mentor.
Mario helped him up and supported him to the room where Desmond led them.

There, they found the current Grand Master, the man with glasses and the foreign young lady whom all tried to help the young Amerindian assassin to get his tan back.

- Rebecca is not here, Ezio pouted while taking a seat. He liked her, she pleasantly reminded him of Rosa, the Venetian.

- What are we waiting for to begin the meeting ? Malik asked.

- That the person who asked for it arrives, indicated Shaun.

- Is our presence really required ? I am bored. Ezio sighed.

- No, but it is unusual that Desmond's ancestors are mentioned in the reality, I thought that you would be interested to know why. If it is the case, then suffer in silence. It is up to you to leave.

- We are going out to wait for him, proposed Altaïr by putting a hand on the shoulder of his adviser.

The Italian pushed a surly sigh, he was old and did not like to wait.
Altaïr got up, followed by Malik, and with Desmond they went to chat in the corridor.

- Come on doors, open ! Faster! Faster! Ah! it is there.

She, yes, she went out of the elevator and walked towards the meeting room as quickly as her high-heels allowed her to.

- Ya' re late, says Desmond when she passed in front of them.

- Beautiful and playing hard to get, for what else can I be blamed ? For working too much. Got stuck in traffic. Or worse, to have had to switch on the generator myself. And I came as quickly as possible, without taking time to dress in a more convenient garments.

- You could have. We waited for ya. Five more minutes wouldn't kill us, he say teasing her.

- If only... there was no need to, really, she answered with a forced smile. And otherwise, you often begin you to speak so familiar with lady you do not know?

And here was another woman, stubborn with respect and protocol rules. It was her way to ask him to introduce himself. Meaning that she made a step towards him. And he had decided to be nicer, so:

- I am Desmond Miles, he said smiling, offering her an open hand.

She quickly shook hands with him, smiling, perhaps a little too much, and introduced herself.

- Amira Astier. So pleased to know you're finally among us Desmond, you took your time to decide and become an assassin. We had a lack of novices. Aha !

She tapped his shoulder with the other hand and gave him an amused smile before reaching the door. Desmond smiled in return at this first teasing. She look nice too.

Witness of the scene, two accomplices. The one turned to the other.

- She reminds me somebody, and I can't manage to remember. I'm becoming too old.

- What is it with you Altaïr ?

Malik let his look linger over their assassin'sister. Her uniform was constituted with a parma-red dress with fringes going down up to the top of the knees, leaving her calves protected by a very fine black veil. Her red shoes seemed not practical, and did not hold the ankles. Her arms were naked, deprived of hidden blade or piece of armor.
She carried fineries in wrists and in neck. And got some make up on her serene face.
Not exactly the outfit of an assassin after all. The modern had funny clothing tastes.

- She's an attractive woman as there are hundreds, he noticed coldly. Your type of girl.

- No, I didn't mean Maria.

It's true, her long brown hair, stately demeanor, sharp eyes; the complexion of her skin, many things as Maria. She was taller and svelter, her keen eyes were green leaf, not light blue; her hair smoother and not waved as his deceased wife.

Obviously, that one was completely his type.

- But who...

Following the two young assassins they entered and took a seat around the table.

The newcomer gave Patie a peck, apparently knowing her as she took care of official presentations by enumerating her the old members. Then turning to them:

- Here is Amira Astier, master assassin, infiltration and poisoning specialist. She is working with me, in Toulouse' headquarters, in south of France.

The newcomer made a general hello wave with her hand to everybody before sitting down next to her colleague.

- Hello everybody, sorry for this small delay. Got a mission in eastern Europe, the connection there is delicate. Well then, what should I begin with ? The whys and wherefores I found myself with this information ? Or you want to know what the information is about ?

- Go to the most urgent, that is why we are here. You will make your debriefing and assignment report later, ordered William in his Grand Master's quality

- The Templars have a biomedical factory somewhere, she said in a grave sigh.

If the elders did not understand, the concern could be read on the faces of others. It was not surprising knowing Abstergo and their high technological potential but what did they prepare ?

Biochemical weapons?

The French took a long inspiration, as to get ready to reveal a disaster.

- The papers that I intercepted stated the order of three clones. Their identity: Altaïr Ibn La' ahad, Ezio Auditore and Malik Al-Sayf.

The seconds of silence which followed were heavy, but quickly disturbed by a question the ancestral spirits all have in mind.

- Scuzzi, what are clones ? Asked the mentionned Auditore.

- They are like twins. Of you. In our reality, quickly explained Patie.

The ancestors finally understood the gravity of the situation. Some of their own had a double in the real modern world.

- Do you have proofs of that you say ? Summoned the Grand Master

- I had no time, so I quickly pictured the three files. There is no place, no date, no information on any scientific formula. Just three circulars, one for each, giving the authorization to proceed to the next stage of the cloning experiment called " The fitness ".

- But why clone old assassins? They had Desmond's DNA, why not ...

- Why take a lambda subject – no offence Desmond - when they can offer themselves three of the most brilliant brains of the Brotherhood ? said Patie, cutting Shaun's argument

- In this case, why no Al Mualim's clone ? Proposed the lambda subject.

- I bloody don't know ! If it hadn't been thirty centuries that we are at war against them, I would have directly ask them the question! The newcomer spat, enraged.

- We only have the information for those three, we don't know about the rest, if there are other ones, Assassin as Templars. Why not Lenine or Che Guevara. But what are they going to use them for ? Asked Shaun.

- I can imagine an interesting hypothesis. Instead of stealing us our agents by brain-washing them, they recreate them, all is for the same purpose: To annihilate us. And what could be more effective than an assassin to eliminate an assassin, asserted Dr . Lawrence

- And to take their place in the Brotherhood, being able to kill other ones, added Amira as an obvious fact.

- Who supplied them such a technology ? Resumed Shaun.

Oh that, William had a very précised idea about it. But we don't accuse without proof, then he spoke:

- It is what we might discover in the future. The situation is alarming, I am going to speak with the other lieutenants so that we decide how to react. Amira, get yourself out of troubles if your target is reached. Do not try to obtain other information for the moment.
Thank you everybody.

Thanx for reading !
M.