So, I think that I found a way to give everybody what they want.

I don't have any ideas…

And you guys probobly want more action…

So I'm gonna stall the actuall progression of the story, and just explore the assassins environment a little. Sound good?

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I do not own Assassins Creed. I don't own anything. At all.

It felt good to be back in Central. The city life suited me much better, as it allowed for a much wider arrange of stealth tactics. Assassins felt at home in the shadows, and Central had many of those. There were more military personell then their had been a year ago. That wasn't surprising. The attack I had been a part of had frightened the military.

My loins ached for action. It had been to long since I had actually felt the thrill of the hunt, and I did not want to deny myself that feeling any longer.

Their was a small group of soldiers just up ahead of me. I drew both of my swords,sand calmly walked up behind the end of the patrol. I grabbed his shoulder with my new automail appendage, and thrust my sword through his stomach.

Some people screamed out in horror, while others chanted out in agreement. The head of the

The leader of the patrol turned around, and yelled out for his subordinates to "slay the monster". I smiled. I ran up a stack of crates, pushed of the wall, and landed with a thud on two more of my assailants. More patrols started to flood into the area quickly.

The sword became an extension of my arm. It slashed throught the men, and with little effort at that. A slash here, a stab here, and the body counted climbed quickly. After this went on for a while, and I started to tire quickly thereafter. Men provided cover fire as they try to change tactics.

Bullets destroyed chunks of walls that I tried to take cover behind. I was now out maned, and out gunned. I chucked a handful of smoke bombs into the thick of the fray, and turned tale and ran. The men who had not been incapitated by the smoke screen chased after me.

I looked behind me to see a small number of burly men were on my tail, but I had the advantage of knowing where I would go. I took a quick left, and jumped up on top of a fruit vendors cart. I pushed off and grabbed onto the window sill of an open window.

I pulled myself up, hit the floor with a barell roll, and sprinted through the small room. I catapulted over a table, and then realized that the window on the other side was closed. My time away from the city had left my knowledge of how to get around rusty and dull. If I was right about what was on the other side of that window, then I would be able to pull of a smooth getaway. Of not, then I would end up hurting myself and killing any chance of escape.

I crossed my arms in front of my face, and jumped right through the window. I felt the glass shatter against the weight of my body, and I was flying through the air. A wooden lift was attached to the roof directly in front of me. I reached my hands out and grabbed the rope that was attached to it.

I felt the deadbolt slip and the crane started to turn with my body weight. When it had turned and hit the fail safe deadbolt, I launched off towards the ground. I hit the ground in a barrel roll, and used the momentum to come out of the roll in a slight jog.

I pulled my hood down, and walked slowly away. I heard the shouts of the army men searching for the felon that had infiltrated their fare city. At one point, a man in the blue army uniform even stopped me to ask if I had seen where the miscreant had gone.

I had hidden in plane sight. That is what a master assassin did, after all. Hide under the noses of our enemies.

There you have it. One you liked it.

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I don't have any idea for an afterwords, so I'm not gonna do one. I'll do 2 next chapter.