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They slept most of the first day being rocked by the waves of the North Atlantic as they sailed towards Scotland. The crew of the fishing boat ignored them for the most part as they moved about their duties. Well into evening Emma, Brendan and Michael started to stir and wake up. Michael, who had fallen asleep curled up in the blanket in the corner of the lower deck, woke to find Brendan and Emma smiling at him from the table steaming mugs in front of them.
'What's so funny?' Michael asked groggily.
'Sorry you looked cute passed out like that.' Emma said smiling.
Brendan laughed beside her as Michael felt the strange squirming sensation in his stomach again.
'I'm amazed you slept so well like that.' Brendan said.
'If I'm tired enough I can sleep anywhere.' Michael responded, rising slowly stretching out the kinks and pains from sleeping in such a peculiar position.
'Time was we would have fake passports to fly commercially out of the country or a contact with a private plane.' Brendan said almost apologetically, 'damned Templars have put an end to those days.'
Emma's hid her face in her mug.
'Where's Sarah?' Michael asked. He felt guilty about forcing Brendan to tell him of the purge and reminding Sarah of how she lost her family.
'Speak of the devil.' Brendan exclaimed as Sarah walked in looking wind blow and red faced.
She looked up shocked.
'Sorry about what Brendan and I were talking about earlier, I was just curious I meant no disrespect.' Michael apologised.
'It's ok.' Sarah said quietly.
Her face had a pleasant heart shape to it. She looked so innocent, fragile would have been the word Michael would have used to describe her.
'Seems like all we do is lose lately.' Brendan muttered.
'What happened to Steve?' Sarah asked as she sat down.
Emma's lips pursed and Brendan shifted uncomfortably.
'We entered in through the roof like we'd planned. The Layout was exactly like that blue prints you'd pulled from their security system. We got in undetected everything was going fine, as soon as were entered their central chamber all hell breaks loose gunfire and Templar thugs and agents everywhere. I look around Emma has two impaled on her blades Steve is battering another agent next thing he takes a bullet right to the skull.' Brendan explained bitterly.
'Next thing that bastard Chambers shows up with another five agents and we run for it no time to recover Steven's body or anything.' Emma growled.
'Who?' Michael asked.
'Jason Chambers, one of the most ruthless, sadistic Templars I've ever had the misfortune of hearing about.' Brendan clarified.
'His family have all been Templars going back centuries, we kill some of them, they kill some of us. He led the Templar Purge across the British Isles ten years ago. They made him a Master Templar for that.' Emma continued.
'I can't wait to gouge out that fuckers heart.' Brendan breathed angrily, 'God only knows what they did to Steven's body.'
'We'll get them back, I don't know how and I don't know when but we will.' Emma said comfortingly resting a hand on Brendan's. Michael felt his insides squirm in jealousy.
Silence fell after that each Assassin brooding on the loss of another brother. Michael sat not risking intruding upon his companion's private thoughts and their grief. Time passed slowly on the small fishing vessel until as last land came into view and with it the promise of a new beginning for Michael.
