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July 1798 – Templar Library, Alexandria
Arno had looked at the Tower from all angles. There wasn't a way inside from the upper floors. They appeared to be all boarded up, which furthered his assumption that this was the place he was looking for. The front door was guarded by two men with pikes bearing no Templar iconography.
Arno wondered to himself if this meant they had no idea what they were guarding, or if they were just Templars aiming to blend in with the local fighters. Either way Arno had to check the inside of the tower. He could very easily take the two men out, but he didn't need to cause unnecessary disturbance in the nearby marketplace. It would be crazy enough when Napoleon showed up with his Army.
Arno stood up from the bench he was sitting on and slipped into an alleyway, he had an idea. It was a terrible and stupid idea, which may very well lead to the open combat he was aiming to avoid, but it was basically the only plan he could muster given his circumstances.
He looked down at his robes and tucked away several exposed pieces of clothing with Assassin symbols. He removed his Phantom Blades and stowed them in his canvas backpack. Then he fished in the neck line of his shirt and produced a chain bearing a red Templar Cross. It was Elise's old necklace, fitting that it found it's way into use on this expedition.
Arno gave himself a quick once over for anymore signs of the Brotherhood and he walked towards the tower door.
"Halt." The guards said pushing their pikes inward to block entrance to the towers door.
"Hello my name is...Jean-Luc. I am here from the French Order to utilize the manuscripts in this Library for me research." Arno's insides tightened, the guards looked skeptically at one another as if to look for the others approval. They pulled their pikes back in to allow Arno's passage into the door.
"May the Father of Understanding guide you gentlemen." Arno said to the guards, still as worried as before they hadn't believed him. However once the door had closed he chuckled. Th chuckled echoed off the stone walls of the tower.
'May the Father of Understanding guide you gentlemen...listen to me.' He thought to himself as he looked at the empty ground level. The only feature was a staircase. Arno began scaling the stair case and upon cresting the top of it he saw many book shelves and several men in scholarly styled European robes hunched over manuscripts.
Arno tapped one on the shoulder and asked.
"Who would I see about the content of this library."
"French? My are you a long way from home, go see Master Smith in the office there." The man said pointing to an open door. Arno was comfortable again. These men didn't frighten him, and inside the confines of the tower the guards outside didn't bother him either. The tower itself was shuttered and boarded up from outside, anything that happened in there, would stay in there.
Arno walked over to the office and knocked on the open door. The man behind the desk was grey with age and hardly looked up from his work while saying.
"How may I help you?"
Arno responded quickly.
"My name is Jean-Luc I am here from the French Order, here to research Pieces of Eden...Specifically-"
"Close the door." The man said cutting Arno off and rising shakily from his desk. " Typically the Order lets us know when someone will be swinging by." The man said.
Arno figured this might happen. He didn't have any paperwork supporting his presence in the Tower.
"It is an emergency sir, we need information about the Ankh or the Shroud." Arno said pleading with the man.
"Looking to raise the dead are we Jean-Luc?" The man said skeptically.
"Yes sir, we recently lost a very important member of our Order...we were hoping to restore them to restore the balance of power." Arno said, they say it's easier to lie by veiling your lies with the truth, and that statement had a lot of truth to it.
"Well you will be sorry to know this Library lost track of those particular items years ago. However...and I was going to wait until the Orders next scheduled visit to reveal this, but we've found another potential life restoring precursor item. They seem to be quite frequent in this part of the world for some reason, I've researched this all myself. It's a book." The scholar said digging through his desk for a wax sealed scroll, which he presented to Arno. "We believe it to be buried with the Pharaohs at Giza."
Arno placed the scroll gingerly into his backpack nodding.
"I'll recover this for the Order and bring it back here for you to turn it over, then work from there to take it back to France" Arno said trying to make his deception sound legitimate. Then the door behind him groaned open. He turned to see to figures. One burly man, and one slender female holding a glaive like weapon.
"Give back that scroll...Assassin." The woman shouted.
"Uh...no?" Arno said reaching up and grabbing a throwing knife and tossing it at the old scholar. The knife hit him with a great impact, knocking him down into a motionless prone position. It killed Arno to have to take a life that could barely defend itself, but the secrets of that scroll died with that man outside of the scroll in his pack.
Before the scholar had even hit the ground the large burly man charged Arno drawing a set of curved scimitar swords. Arno flexed his wrist, expecting the Phantom blade to be there, but realized he had removed them. He quickly drew one of his pistols from his belt and drew a line an the man.
Before he was even in striking distance Arno pulled the trigger and after a loud blast the man collapsed to the floor his blades sliding across the room from the energy of his charge.
Arno was now one on one with the woman with the pole-arm. She stepped into the light revealing white and red Templar robes, blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, and vibrant green eyes.
Arno had already holstered his weapon and moved to draw his rapier, he quickly drew and lunged for the woman going for a quick kill to her heart. In a flourishing movement the woman stepped aside and deflected the rapier with her pole arm.
Arno heard a light patter of metal on the floor. He glanced down and his rapier and been chopped in half by the curved blade of the exotic pole arm.
'Shit' Arno thought to himself. The woman resettled her stance and got ready to strike in return. Before she could Arno dropped what was left of his sword and fished a smoke bomb out of his belt. Tossing it down he activated Eagle vision and drew his pistols.
He pulled the trigger on each weapon five times for a total of 10 rounds, alternating between the two, when one wasn't firing he was shifting the next barrel into place. It was an amazing feat of coordination, however through the smoke Arno watched his adversary flip, tun and , fan kick through the field of lead. If he didn't know better he would have said the blade of her weapon had sliced a round from the air.
As the smoke cleared Arno had his right handed pistol trained on her. She was off balance, this was it. He pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Either the powder failed to light or he was out of rounds. Either way the delay was to long. The woman closed the distance and gave him a solid kick to the chest. Arno dropped his pistols and was propelled backwards rolling on the floor.
He quickly grabbed a Scimitar, but as he rose to fight more another kick caught him across the chest and he was sent through one of the boarded up windows. He grabbed onto the window ledge and looked around behind him for somewhere to jump. He got prepped to jump and he felt a tug around his neck.
The woman had Elise's necklace in her hand, using it to hold him, and in her other hand a dagger. Arno thought quick and swung the curved scimitar across his body striking the dagger out of the way, then dropping the blades down the woman arm protecting bracer and sliced the chain of the necklace, despite the red cross charm being in the woman's fist.
Before the situation could escalate further Arno ejected himself off the building and performing a rolling recovery on the ground. He thought to himself as he sprinted away.
'Down my rapier and pistols...but up a scimitar and information about a piece of Eden...that's a wash. The real loss here is Elise's necklace, I have to get it back.'
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