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July 1798 – Alexandria
Arno finally stopped sprinting when he finally believed he was clear of any threat. He stood for a moment hands on his knees gasping for breath through the dusty desert air. The air certainly wasn't nice on his lungs that were conditioned for France, and more recently the crisp air of the ocean.
He collapsed down on a bench and swung his bag around to the front of his body. His 'new' sword didn't fit the thin scabbard that once held his rapier, and he certainly couldn't walk around Alexandria with a sword in his hand. He removed his scarf from around his head and wrapped the blade, then place it gingerly in his bag.
'No pistols either...' Arno though slipping the two holsters off of his belt and placing those into the bag as well. He recovered one of the Phantom Blades and re-affixed the bracer to his arm and pulled his sleeve over it. Aside fro a few throwing knives it was his only reliable weapon at this point.
Arno then removed the document that he had been given in the library. Folding it up neatly he placed it in the inner pocket of his coat before standing up and re-slinging his bag.
The loss of most of his equipment was pretty jarring as he felt relatively defenseless without his sword specifically. But all that was replaceable, what wasn't replaceable was the small Templar necklace that had belonged to Elise. While Arno was upset about the loss of the necklace he didn't doubt his ability to get it back.
Simply on her appearance alone the woman who had it was not from Egypt. She was clearly European, therefore she had to have sailed here...and Napoleons Naval force now controled the flow of ships in and out of the area of Egypt. She would be easy to find...but fighting her, that would be another story entirely...she clearly had a very good set of skills.
Arno mused over this subject for a while as he began to walk, continuing to assure himself that the necklace would be recoverable. Then a sound struck Arno's ears it was faint but it was quiet clearly the sound of musket fire in the distance.
'Shit' Arno thought to himself 'The attack has started...and I'm still on the other side of the rifles...again'Arno knew that Napoleons intent was to remain on his ship the L'Orient while the conflict took place, allowing his generals to make the tactical decisions. Arno took of sprinting, he needed to try to locate Napoleons ship. He started running toward the water he had seen from the Mosque roof. That would do a couple things.
It would put space between him and the French invading force, as he ran the sounds of musket fire got lighter and his head began to drift into thought about Elise.
He remembered coming through the door the day he escaped the Bastile with Bellec and having her shove a flintlock in his face. That day she had said she always knew it would come down to her a Templar and him an Assassin.
While that was inevitably what happened, Arno couldn't help but chuckle at the naivety of the statement knowing what he knows now about the Kenway line in America, being a Templar of an Assassin certainly doesn't run in any particular family line.
Despite the differences in their Orders they had been brought together by the idea of avenging Mister De la Serre. Almost ironically that was also the very thing that tore them apart with her death being a result of the very revenge they went seeking out together.
All of those memories, like those of his father and the watch that he carried, were tied up in that Templar cross necklace. Through the years, he had lost his fathers watch, but always gotten it back. He wouldn't have an issue with this necklace charm either...he'd see to that.
As he finished up his thought train he crested the last major row of buildings before the ocean, way off in the distance he could see the mast of L'Orient. Arno knew that Napoleon was on board and he looked around for his way onto the ship.
After a few second of analysis it looked like the options were either row out, or run out to the end of the jetty and see if he could swim out, the issue there was that his document he had just recovered would have gotten soaked.
'Or...' Arno thought to himself 'I could simply track the ship...and meet Napoleon when he disembarks.'While this wasn't ideal due to the attacking French forces Arno saw it better than rowing out or swimming. Arno scaled down the building and walked over to the beach. He kicked his shoes off and laid down on the beach. He propped his head against his bag and stared out at L'Orient. Eventually Napoleon would make landfall. In the mean while he unfolded the document he recovered at the Templar Library to read as he waited.
Several Hours LaterThe bouts of musket fire through the hours had gotten louder and softer, more frequent and less frequent. It certainly seemed as though the French had taken the city, and were facing little resistance. Arno then saw what he had been waiting to see. A party of men appeared to be getting into a small row boat aboard L'Orient and further down the beach a crowd of French soldiers had gathered on the beach to accept the passengers of the ship.
Arno got up slowly, tossed his bag over his shoulder and began to walk down the beach. It was time to reunite with Napoleon, and see what his plans were and how they related to the information he had just learned about the Book the scholar in the tower had spoke about.
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