George and Michael sat in a black B.M.W. opposite the entrance into the West India docks in Central London. It was a dark overcast night perfect for this type of work. The only light was cast by the harsh streetlamps. There were plenty of shadows left for the Assassins to move in. They watched Templar thugs patrol inside the gate and others surveyed the area from the tops of containers.
'Are you sure about this George?' Dave's voice crackled over George's earpiece.
'I'm counting about seven guys in total.' Dave continued.
'We've got a similar number here.' George replied.
'Those are only the one's we can see. There's probably more in the main warehouse.' Dave said concerned.
'So?' George asked testily.
'So we're outnumbered and outgunned.' Dave replied annoyed.
'We don't run from Templars anymore. Time was this would have been easy for Assassins. The Templars would have run from us. We need those weapons.' George growled.
A sigh echoed over the earpiece.
'I'm just saying...' Dave said resigned.
'Get into position.' George ordered. 'Are you ready?' George asked Michael.
'Ready.' Michael muttered loading a .45.
George drove the car away from the main entrance to the docks off the main road into a side street. The docks were protected by a thin wire fence. The Assassins exited their car; George carried a large wire cutter which he snipped the fence with creating a space large enough for a man to crawl through. Both he and Michael made their way slowly through the maze of container crates stopping every now and again to listen for the tell tale footfalls of Templar men. George and Michael moved about in the shadows. Michael had, as a child, despised the dark, now it gave him a feeling of comfort and relief. They spotted a Templar standing high on two stacked containers blocking their way forward. Beyond him Michael saw a Templar surveying the docks from a high tower. Michael saw his head move watching all that moved. Michael spotted a black figure scurrying up the ladder of the tower. Michael saw the figure attack the Templar, silent and swift the Templar died.
'In position.' Dave whispered.
George nodded at Michael.
Michael jumped up and grabbed the top of the first container and pulled himself up moving into the shadows of the second container where the Templar stood. The Templar moved to the edge right above where Michael stood concealed by the shadow. The Templar moved back to the other end of the container. Michael glanced down spotting two more Templar men underneath the container if he killed the one on top those beneath would spot him. He saw George move behind the two men on the ground. Michael needed to kill the one on top of the container quickly. Michael stamped the container, the Templar, hearing this moved right above Michael again. He checked his surroundings, spotting nothing confused and annoyed he turned around again. Michael leapt up on the second container and drove his hidden blade into the Templar as George struck taking out the two others on the ground floor.
Michael dropped to his stomach on top of the container before he was spotted; George dragged the bodies of the Templars he had killed into the shadows.
'Take out as many Templars as you can find.' George ordered over his earpiece disappearing into the maze of containers. Michael climbed down to ground level again and moved to his left closer to the main entrance as George cleared the area closest to the docks proper.
A templar stood on another container, two stood just between the large containers in the area of bright light where Michael couldn't get at them.
'Little help.' Michael whispered.
Michael watched the Templar on top of the container fell heavily, both Templars on the ground looked up as Michael ran forward hidden blade extended and a knife in his other hand. He drove his hidden blade into the Templar on the right, the one on the left turned Michael drove his left hand into the Templars face, his fingers into jammed into the Templars eye sockets blinding and distracting him, Michael followed this by driving the knife into the Templars chest and finishing him with a strike from Michael's hidden blade.
'Thanks.' Michael muttered disappearing into the shadows again.
Michael moved towards a large open area in front of the main warehouse a Templar stood sentry smoking. It would be very hard to approach him quietly.
'Fuck it.' Michael thought running forward.
Just as Michael reached him he turned Michael kicked out viciously aiming at the Templar's knee. Michael shin connected with the Templar's joint blasting it out of place. Before the Templar could yell Michael drove his hidden blade into his throat, tearing a massive hole in his neck. The Templar died twitching with blood frothing from his mouth. Michael picked up his body, dragging it to the edge of the dock and dumped him into the water. Michael moved back to the warehouse and hid around the corner from the door into the office area of the warehouse.
'What's happening?' Michael asked.
'Get ready to move in.' George ordered.
'I'm around the back.' Dave whispered.
Michael moved to the door and knocked he retreated back around the corner as two Templars exited the building. Michael raised his silenced .45.
'Hello.' Michael said cheerily firing four times hitting his targets; one into the lead Templars chest another into his head and the same for the second. Michael moved forward into a small non-descript office. He moved slowly and silently, sticking close to the wall with his weapon raised. He moved into a hallway off from the main office stopping outside a door that led into the warehouse proper. Michael prepared to go through as the lights switched off. Michael heard men shouting and then whispering in the main area.
Michael smiled as he took, what appeared to be a peculiar pair of glasses from his pocket; they illuminated the darkness in a greenish light. Michael silently thanked Ian's and Sarah's ingenuity as he moved forward. He spotted a group of six men in the centre of the room all armed. Michael spotted a bald headed, rodent featured man scowling with a gun raised.
'George you seeing this?' Michael whispered excitedly.
'Dominic Wood, looks like we got lucky boys.' George muttered.
Michael moved forward hiding behind a stack of wooden crates. Michael spotted Dave moving into position opposite him.
'Come out you Assassin scum!' Wood yelled brandishing his gun.
'Ready?' George asked.
Dave moved out into the open and fired hitting one Templar twice. Michael did the same from the opposite direction hitting and killing a second Templar. Both Assassins ducked into cover again as Templar bullets whizzed and pinged off the steel pillar Michael hid behind. Four more Templars remained Michael engaged his hidden blade and prepared to dive into the centre of them. Michael closed his eyes, allowing himself to focus on his breathing, slowing it down. He rushed out from behind the steel pillar and ran directly at the Templars who were firing in every direction. Dave appeared from the other side both he and Michael reached the group of Templars simultaneously, each impaling one with their hidden blades. Michael moved preparing to attack his second Templar when a figure dropped from above spearing Michael's target and killing him instantly. George turned as all three Assassins targeted the last remaining Templar, Dominic Wood was shaking his gun raised aiming at the shadows. Michael hacked Dominic's hand slicing through the bone and tendons, Wood screamed as his partly severed hand dropped his gun, Dave drove his hidden blade into Woods' side as George drove his into the Templar's chest.
The lights came back on after Dave flicked a switch on a small remote he was carrying.
'Assassins!' Wood breathed as he writhed on the floor, blood pumping from his wounds.
Michael watched the Templar die, Wood fell staring at the now bright ceiling, empty shell casings and the blood and bodies of his men surrounding him. He coughed and gurgled as blood frothed from his mouth.
'They'll hunt you like the dogs you are and tear you apart.' Wood threatened as he died.
'Rest in Peace you piece of shit.' George growled kneeling and closing the Templars eyes. George moved away from the corpse and back towards the exit, the lights switched back on and George returned grinning.
'We hit the mother load here.' Dave said in amazement pulling the canvas off a stack of boxes. Dave wedged his hidden blade into a space and wrenched the crate open revealing a collection of handguns packed in straw.
Michael moved towards another stack of crates picking up a crow bar and wrenching the crate open. Michael's eyes widened as the crate was filled with Spaz 12 shotguns. George searched the bodies of the fallen Templars as he comrades searched the warehouse. M.P. 5's, M-16's, M-4's, Frag Grenades, different types of handguns.
'The hell?' Michael asked confused opening a crate of strangely proportioned knives.
'Wow careful.' George yelled leaping towards Michael and grabbing the knife out of Michael's hand.
'What?' Michael asked shocked.
'Be careful with that.' George cautioned. 'Look.'
George raised the knife but pointed the handle at the wall. George put a finger through a hole separating the handle from the blade and squeezed there was a bang as a metal projectile shot out of the handle and lodged itself in the wall.
'What the hell?' Michael asked amazed.
'Ballistic knife.' George explained. 'Be careful.' He cautioned again.
'Guys look what I found.' Dave called gleefully from the far side of the warehouse.
Michael grabbed another ballistic knife which he sheathed and followed George over. Dave stood beside a large white van which had several large black sports bags on the ground. Michael got closer and saw three or four more loaded in the van.
'What?' George asked.
Dave stood up and turned revealing a bag full of money. Michael's eyes widened in amazement as he tried to guess how much money they had just found. The Assassins stood frozen for a moment.
'Load everything up.' George ordered, 'I'll bring our car around.'
It took them three hours to load everything into the van and whatever else they could into the car before driving back to their safe house. Michael sat beside Dave in the van.
'We finally have a chance.' Michael thought happily.
