Sorry for the delay, but school and my personal life have been kicking my ass. I'll try to get an update every two weeks or so from now on. Just to be clear, I don't own Assassin's Creed, but I do own my characters.

Chapter 9

After leaving our superiors alone, Collin and I started walking to our next "class." From what my schedule says, we get to learn how to properly use different weapons against certain enemies. Awesome, right?

"Well, that was fun. Finally got to see Pittsburgh. That's one less entry on my bucket list," I remarked, trying to stay cheerful. When Collin didn't respond, I was slightly worried. "Hey, you alright?"

"No, I'm not. Do you realize I caused the firefight right at the end? I shot at a huge mass of Templars. I thought we could take them, but look how that turned out. Almost cost us the entire team. Why do I constantly screw up?" he sighed. I thought I could get his mood to brighten a little.

"Hey, you think you got problems? I've got bigger ones than you do. My DNA is unstable- oh, crap," I blurted out. Good one, brain. Had to go straight to the faulty genetics, didn't ya?

"What? Where did that come from?" he asked, sounding very intrigued by my comment. I then told him the story of my ancestors and their unique abilities. By the end, he seemed very interested, asking, "If your ancestors had special skills, why don't you have any?"

"I do, mine are just different. I can make any technology work, no matter how complex; I can see things before they happen, and I have been known to scare even the most cautious people. How's that?"

"Nice. Oh, we're here," he quickly answered. The door was already open, and I could see a huge gym, full of training dummies and a large amount of weaponry. As we walked in, a man ran in front of us.

"Oh, hello. Hurry and get down there, we're about to start," he rambled, showing us a door. Once I opened it, I heard a great deal of metal striking wood and other objects. There were weapons of all sizes and shapes. Running down the stairs, Collin headed for the firearms with a bright glimmer in his eyes. Seems like he forgot why he was depressed. I saw a row of bracers, similar to mine, and walked over to them, inspecting a nice metal brace.

"Hey, who are you? I don't remember seeing you before," I heard from behind me. As I turned, I saw a huge brute of a man, normal height, but very muscular. It looked like his muscles had muscles, if that's even possible.

"I am new here, thanks for asking. I'm Wyatt. And, you are...?" I asked, seriously drawing out my question.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Tony. One of the best swordsman here. Not trying to brag or anything. You trying out some blades?"

"Yeah. Can we just take these? I wouldn't want to intrude on anyone's stuff," I asked. It wouldn't be very good if I pissed anyone off now.

"Sure, go ahead. Try them out, find one you like," he told me, walking back to an armored figure. He bent down, grabbed a huge sword, and started to attack the armor, denting it with every blow. I picked up the bracer I was checking out and swapped it out for the one I was wearing.

Once the straps were secure, I flicked my wrist to extend the blade. Instead of a regular blade, a hook sprang out. It did have a point on it, but it still looked lethal. Feeling a sudden urge, I ran for Tony, dodging his weapon, and stabbed his target in the "throat," whipping it down to the ground and snapping its neck. Tony just looked at me, clearly amazed by my agility and kill.

"Holy crap! What was that?" he yelled. "That move is virtually impossible to execute, and you did it with ease. You got moves, bro. Hey, your bracer is ruined." Looking down at my arm, I saw the bracer on the ground. I had ripped the straps apart when I got up, forgetting to pull the blade from the dummy's body.

"Don't worry. The techies can repair that easily. It's no problem..." All of a sudden, alarms started going off. Everyone was scrambling for the door, trying to be the first one out. I shoved two smaller guys out of my way to grab my hidden blade and a new left arm bracer from the table, not pausing to check what I grabbed.

"Hey Tony, what the heck is going on?" I asked, trying to hide the excitement I felt.

"Our spies managed to locate a Templar. Everyone has to go to the briefing room to see who ends up getting to kill the bastard. Come on, now," he answered. He then turned and ran out the door with me close behind him.

We made record time, running through huge crowds and shoving others out of our way. I couldn't see the doors as we ran past them. Thankfully, there were arrows pointing towards our destination, so we made record time. When we got there, the room was half full, and I noticed Collin close to the front of the crowd. Weaving through a mass of people, I finally got to him.

"Well, this should be fun. Wonder who's gonna leave this time," I remarked, silently praying that we got to go. It took three more minutes for everyone to assemble. The door closed automatically, and Marsh appeared from nowhere, a grim look on his face.

"As you all know, we have found a Templar agent. His name is Rodrigo Athena, the leader of a massive cell in Paris. While many of you are more than capable of taking him down, I have chosen Wyatt Smith and Collin Gardner for this mission. While some might be questioning my sanity, I have hope that they can perform with lethal efficiency. Both of you, do not underestimate this man. He is a cunning warrior, with experience covering two decades of training. He will put up a fight, but you should have no trouble ending his life. Now, go. You have a long journey ahead of you, Assassins," he explained, putting his immeasurable authority into every word. We both saluted in respect and left, heading for the weapons deposit to stock up.

"Wow. Not even a month into our new life, and we get to assassinate a Templar leader. How the hell does that happen?" Collin ranted. I wasn't paying much attention, though. I was trying to figure out why we were given the orders. Pushing the thought away, I realized we were already at the weapons depot. Shoving the old, rusted door open, what I saw was unbelievable.

There were hundreds of swords, daggers, assault rifles, pistols, and light machine guns everywhere. Any weapon you could want was probably in there. Collin immediately headed for the guns, while I grabbed a dagger with an elegant grip and a long, wide blade perfect for ripping through armor and flesh; a sword with an enclosed golden hilt and a long, curved blade; and a short-barreled USP .45 pistol.

Once I put my weapons into their respective sheaths, I walked further into the room, and found racks full of armor. Thinking of our target's skill, I took a metal chest guard and internally armored boots, trying to avoid the more conspicuous shoulder guards. Once I slipped all of them on, I found Collin taking an M4A1 assault rifle, several fragmentation grenades, a pistol I didn't recognize, and ammunition for his firearms.

"Ready?" I asked, slightly suspecting he wasn't.

"Not yet. I just need some armor," he answered. "Can you get some for me?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec." Finding armor for him was easy. I grabbed the same three pieces I had taken and tossed them to him. Wasting no time, he put the armor on and holstered his pistol.

"Alright, let's go," he suggested. Silently agreeing, we headed out, making sure the door was closed. We made our way up, passing some of the others on the way. Opening the bunker doors, we walked out onto the landing pad, where a Blackhawk chopper was waiting for us.

"Good to see you two," the pilot said. "Hurry up, you have a plane to catch from JFK International." We did as he asked, and he increased the speed of the rotors, gaining lift and headed towards the airport. Nothing much happened after that. Security was no problem, our plane was on time, and the flight was uneventful. When we landed in Paris, we were both well-rested, armed to the teeth, and itching to kill a Templar.