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"Okay Elizabeth… please… It is time to think straight." She had no idea of how their plan would work but she looked down into the courtyard and saw a man in white robes, red slash, leather belt and for sure a hidden blade. "Altaïr!" she yelled as loud as she could, hoping that it was him but the man didn't responded. "I guess it wasn't him…" Her sighed couldn't have been deeper, but then she caught some sounds behind her and she would scream but then heard a voice asking:

"You guessed it wasn't who?" It asked and she turned around and saw a ghost.

She looked around in surprise as a white figure crawled up to the platform made of stone. It was definitely a man and he spoke Arabic and the way he moved. Could it be…? "Altaïr…?" she mumbled low, almost too low for anyone could hear it but it was enough to get the man's attention. "Is it really you?" It was clear that the man knew her voice as he looked towards her and began to walk with a firm pace over to the woman with his arms stretched out to both sides. She walked with a steady, almost ran into his embrace and grabbed the loose fabric on his back and tightened her grip around the younger man. "It is you…!" she cried of joy as her body was feeling pleased and safe again. "Altaïr…"

"Thank God… you are alive…!" Her assassin whispered as Elizabeth placed her forehead in the crock of his neck and felt his strong pulse through his skin. He had hurried. His strong hands embraced the British woman like she had never known such a passion before and he lightly kissed her ear. She grinned at the connection and bowed her head slowly back and returned his little gesture casually on his chin. It felt so natural for her to touch him like that and he smiled at her.

"I was beginning to think that you had forgotten all about me." She teased him a little as she could feel a tear of joy reach the corner of her eye. God she wanted to kiss him as she moved her hands to his chest and stroked her fingertips over his cheek feeling small stubbles on his skin. He hadn't shaved for days. She swung her arms over his shoulders and whispered as their foreheads connected: "I really missed you Altaïr…"

"I missed you too…" His words were earnest as he kissed her on her neck slightly. She stretched her neck, allowing him more space. God she had missed him as she could feel his breath crossing the skin of her neck. Couldn't they just stay like that forever? "We need to get going." He suddenly whispered in her ear.

"I can't wait…" She whispered back and paused as she frowned. "But how?"

"The same way I came in. It is the safest." He pointed towards the edge.

"You want me to climb down a fortress wall…?" He nodded at her question as she looked over to the edge and he looked at her in a refined way. "I'm not Spider-man you know…"

He clearly had no idea of who Spider-man was or her point as another person came climbing over the edge. "Altaïr, the way is clear." It was clearly a man. She had heard that voice before but it was too dark to see his face. He came over to them but Elizabeth could see that he wasn't dressed in white like Altaïr, but more earthly colors like brown, green and grey. He had a hood like Altaïr, but a piece of fabric also covered the most of his face so only his eyes were visible. "Is this her?" the man asked and Altaïr nodded.

Elizabeth then noticed that Altaïr had grabbed her hand and placed the other on her back, holding her tight without making her unable to move. He wouldn't let go unless he absolutely had to. Elizabeth turned her gaze to the unknown man. He was possibly older then Elizabeth and Altaïr that was for certain.

"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked as she felt Altaïr's embrace loosen itself around her back.

The man bowed slightly with a hand bare touching his chest and answered her: "My name is Rauf. I'm here to help you escape."

She turned her gaze to Altaïr. The man pushed her a little in the back without dragging her and they walked over to the edge. Altaïr began to bind a robe around her back and waist as Rauf began to climb down. In the meanwhile could Elizabeth hear a fierce battle taking place only a few meters under them and it made her feel uneasy. "Now listen," Altaïr said and got her attention or what was left of it. "We need to get you over the edge. Rauf will be waiting for you."

"What about you?" Her face expressed her concern as she feared his answer.

"I will be right behind you. Rauf will take you to the bureau and we will meet there." He kissed her lightly on the nose. "Trust me Elizabeth."

"I do trust you… You know that…" He lifted her up slowly, not taking any chances as she sat down and sliced over the edge so she was suddenly hanging. She hadn't been over the edge for more than a few seconds before asking: "Altaïr…! Is there a FAQ for doing this?" She grabbed the thick robe like there was no tomorrow and started humming to herself as Altaïr brought her down safely towards Rauf's embrace.

"Only a few more meters left Altaïr!" Rauf yelled. Elizabeth looked up as she tried to see the assassin but the angle wouldn't give her the chance.

"Guards!" Her assassin unexpectedly yelled and released the robes. Then she suddenly dropped at a high speed and she let out a scream. Rauf caught her and she was unharmed but he hurried to untie the robes as Elizabeth looked up and heard the guards yell:

"After him! Get him! Stop the assassin!" Altaïr cut the robes she had been hanging in so the guards wouldn't follow her and Rauf.

"Go!" He yelled over the edge like an order and then his voice disappeared so a sword fight began over Elizabeth's and Rauf's heads.

Rauf grabbed her hand and pulled but she resisted." Wait! What about Altaïr?"

"He will be fine. He has been in worse situations."

"But…" Elizabeth gasped as she couldn't believe her ears.

"We need to go! This area will drown in guards soon and I can't protect you all by myself." There was no use in debating Rauf's words as she climbed down a latter. He took her hand and they ran towards the harbor, carefully checking every street turn on their way and in the end they reached an old looking warehouse. The riots were on a rise and it looked like a medieval civil war with brothers fighting brothers and Crusaders killing them.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked few minutes later.

"To a friend's house nearby. We can't go the bureau in case some of the guards saw us. We will stay there until night fall and then we will go to the bureau. He looked at the British woman. "What are you doing?" He asked as he helped her down from a box.

"I'm whispering an appropriate prayer for Altaïr…" He didn't say anything but checked the street before stepping out from the alley they had hide in.

His voice still seemed familiar. "Haven't I met you before?" She asked nervously and the man nodded.

"Yes, we have met one night before in Masyaf." He pulled her into what looked like an inside garden and they stayed there.

Some hours past and before night fall Elizabeth gasped: "Oh!" She recognized his narrow eyes from the first dinner she had in the fortress where Altaïr had answered for her and got her very pissed off and she realizing that she was in a present of a friend. "I'm so sorry that I could recognize you, but you are covering your face…"

"Yes, I can't stand the smell." Rauf said as he was checking if the road was clear.

"That fact we both can agree on."

"We should go to the bureau. Altaïr will have every single assassin's head on a plate if we don't hurry."

"Oh... I guess he misses me…"She had a little smile on her lips as the riots still continued but they reached an old house and Rauf helped her up a latter. What kind of building has a door on the roof?

She jumped down and landed in a small inside garden with a fountain and white bricks. She immediately heard some voices she recognized and she hoped it was Altaïr's, but she was disappointed when she entered the next room. She walked over to an opening and her eyes rested on an old man with grey beard, black robes and very light eyes. He had the same grandpa feeling to him that Masu'id had but Elizabeth spontaneous gasped and took a step back. As she stepped back she looked to her left and saw a familiar face. "Saqr!"

A young man turned around surprised like he was Mr. Bean. He didn't say anything at first but gave Elizabeth a good nod. She looked around some more. "Where is Altaïr?"

The old man behind the desk coughed. "He hasn't returned yet."

"What…?" She turned her gaze. "But… It has been hours…!"

"He wouldn't come to the bureau if there is a chance to be spotted. Almost every single of our men is out tonight." Rauf told her with a sense of comfort.

"Ow…" Elizabeth mumbled and Saqr placed her on a big pillow in purple and grey colors. He offered her some food but she refused, explaining that she wouldn't eat before Altaïr returned. Siraj al Din wasn't there and she couldn't see Abba either. There were clear screams outside the bureau and Elizabeth took a look around as she found herself waiting for Altaïr. The room wasn't big, had no real window openings which were easy to understand. Some bookcases stood behind the old man who was leaning himself up a desk.

The gloomy air of Acre was also the room but burning herbs kept the most out. In the corner were there two pillows and a little table with a hookah standing on it. Elizabeth had tried one of those in college and could swear that smoking them was better than taking drugs.

Some hours pasted without anybody saying anything to Elizabeth. She felt nervous and she wanted Altaïr so badly. She realized how much she really needed that man close to her. She sat on the pillow with folded hands and prayed for Altaïr's return. But what about their deal? Should their roads really separate after this? She could have kissed him on the roof in the fortress and why hadn't she? Because it would be wrong and she shouldn't be playing with him, but was she playing with him when she also wanted him so bad as she could feel he wanted her?

Her mind was on its way to kill her but fortunately she didn't have to wait long before she heard to voices in the entrance. One man came in, one she didn't know but the man behind her was a sight for sore eyes. "Altaïr…!" She stood up and ran straight for him and he caught her in his embrace. He lifted her slightly up and squeezed a little, letting her know that he wouldn't let her go again. He softly kissed her cheek without anyone seen it and she lost a tear down her cheek that disappeared in the fabric of his clothes. Only God knew have much she had missed him and what prayers she had whispered to the high powers in hope for his return.

"Elizabeth…" he said with a great relief in his voice as he placed a hand behind her neck. "Thank you for bringing her safe back to the bureau Rauf."

Rauf bowed slightly to Altaïr. "It really was all I could do Altaïr. Now if you will excuse me my old apprentice. I will go and change my clothes." Altaïr nodded with a small smile and gratitude as Elizabeth frowned. "I will be ready in a moment."

"You are his apprentice?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"Rauf is my former combat instructor." Altaïr explained short, not taking his eye of her. "I'm so glad that you were found again and that we got you out of there." He kissed her in her hair and little gasp sounded across the room from the audience.

"You told me to run…!" she pointed out breathlessly, trying to ignore the men around her and rested her forehead on Altaïr's torso.

"I know... I just hadn't foreseen that a guard would run after you." He placed a hand behind her neck, bringing her closer to him.

"Always except the unexpected…" She whispered with a warm smile as she enjoyed being back in his embrace. "I just took a little detour." The bureau leader Jabal grinned at her last comment. Elizabeth looked around and saw Saqr and the rafiq, but not Abba and Siraj al Din. She didn't mind that Siraj al Din wasn't present but where was Abba? No one had talked about him. She turned her gaze back at Altaïr. "I missed you… Have I told you that yet?" she whispered in the lowest voice she could and with a smile on her face. She knew that Altaïr smiled too as he tightened his grip for a second.

"It was a good thing that you were saved in time." Jabal pointing out as a man with a lot of life experience in his luggage would. Elizabeth had to admit that he looked scary, his eyes very pale surrounded by dark skin and his beard was white as new falling snow and grey as his age would allow it.

"Yes," Elizabeth said and looked around again. "But where is Abba?"

Altaïr sighed. "He is in the Jabal's bed."

"Ow…" Elizabeth said quiet.

"His shoulder is killing him but he saved your bag." Saqr pointed to the table in the corner.

"Oh noes…" Elizabeth sighed deeply worrying about her friend.

"Elizabeth?" Altaïr said in a voice so everyone could hear it. "I know that you are tired…"

"I can't be more tired than you." She pointed out quickly.

The assassin sighed lightly, showing that she had interrupted him. "I was meant to say was that we have to keep going while our enemies still are confused."

"Okay… What are we going to do?"

He took her hand and kissed her palm. "We will ship for Cyprus tonight."

To have an waiting continued….

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