ACS 29.

Chris roared and slammed his hand on the conference table. "You want me to take him?!"

The other assassins at the table all stared at death, wide eyed and in shock. The kid who had caused the shockwaves had been found dead only two days before, and there had been reports of a cybernetic Templar flying in from all over the country. Death requested one very specific individual be on a mission with Chris, and Chris didn't like the decision.

"Yes." Death said, sitting across the table. "He needs a mission, and you've been avoiding him at all cost."

"I prefer that." Chris growled.

"Look." Death said, leaning forward. "I know you don't want to do this, but your brother is perfect for this mission."

Chris narrowed his eyes. "He is not my brother. He is a Templars failed experiment, a stolen zygote, all because they wanted to harness the power of the ripper. He isn't an assassin yet, and I doubt I will ever acknowledge him as a brother."

"You're going to have to. He is, whether you like it or not, your brother."

"I'm afraid Chris raises a fair point, sir." Maria said. "Casper was literally a failed experiment. How do we know if he wasn't programmed for this?"

"They were trying to harness jack's power. When they failed to do so, they just cast him aside. I doubt they would think of programming him and sending him to destroy the creed from the inside out." Ben said, leaning back.

"True, but even his style of fighting isn't like an assassin. His hidden blade, while pure genius, raises some question about where his loyalties are. He wants people to die screaming with fear is the implication that's making. His main weapon also raises a few eyebrows. It looks more like he wants to beat someone to death with his fist. And, if he was really Chris' brother, why wouldn't his last name be Blake?" Virgilia frowned.

"Then there's the fact that we only just learned of his existence. We don't know what he doing before Sam found him." James added.

"He was in a foster home." Alex said. He and Casper were close friends, and he felt he needed to stick up for the visionary.

"He claims he was. That doesn't necessarily mean that he was." Robert remarked.

"Why would he lie? He has nowhere else to go, and he does seem passionate about this." Javi said.

"So did Michael, Olivia, and Mike. Look where they are now." Marc said.

"Plus, his codename speaks volumes. What's he a visionary of?" Barret asked.

"He can choose his codename. It's not our responsibility to choose our assassins codenames." Death said.

"Something which wasn't true until about 2 weeks after Casper showed up." Nightwing muttered under her breath.

'Are you questioning my leadership, Chris?" Death asked.

"You and I both know I would be the last person to do that, Father. But that doesn't mean I'll accept every order you give immediately." Chris said.

"I say we give him a chance." Sam said.

"I don't know. There's something strange about him." Nocturnal muttered. She then yawned.

"You really need to sleep more, Nocturnal. It ain't healthy." Sam said.

"I'll get all the sleep I need when I'm dead, Sam. The codename's 'Nocturnal' for a reason."

"Getting back to the point, I'm not sure he's the best for dealing with this kind of situation, either. We're not dealing with ordinary Templars." Rex said. He sat back with his feet propped up on the table.

"Plus, we haven't seen how he acts on the streets. He hasn't left the base once since he arrived, which is suspicious, in its own right." Lily added. She sat next to Rex.

"Look." Death said. "I know some of you have a few concerns regarding Casper…"

"A few?" Chris muttered under his breath.

"…but he's my son, and I trust him. You need to at least try to give him a chance."

"Fine. For your sake, father, I'll bring him along. But on one condition." Chris said.

"And that is?" Death asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I get to bring some other people along."

"Fine. Who do you want to take?"

"Marc, Sam, Scarlet, Maria, Ben, Robert, and Nightwing."

"Why them?" Death asked.

"Sam is a tech genius, so he can shut down all the electronical security, maybe even shut down the cyborg, Marc can knock out the human part of that cyborg if he has a temper-tantrum and Sam can't shut him down, Scarlet, Maria, and Robert are excellent at stealth, Ben is the best-and quietest-shot in the creed, and Nightwing can distract the manual security long enough for us to sneak in." Chris said.

"Okay then. You leave in three hours." Death said. "Meeting adjourned."

"Uh…one problem." Marc said. Everyone looked at him.

"What?" Chris asked.

Marc fidgeted. There were few people Marc was afraid of, but one of them was Death. "I might have accidently gotten my Humvee towed and stolen the tow truck."

Death put his head to his hand and groaned in exasperation.

"What is up with you and stealing vehicles?" Chris asked.

"I gave it back!" Marc protested.

Everyone looked at him.

"…after taking the best parts from the tow truck and adding them to the Humvee."

Chris sighed. "Fantastic, Marc. You officially just won the award for being a part-time dumbass."

"HEY!"

"Just go get ready." Chris said.

Marc grumbled and walked away.

"Hey, Chris?"

Chris turned. Sam stood before him, holding two gauntlets. "What, Sam?"

"The weapons are ready."

Chris smirked. Finally, some good news. Then he frowned when he thought of something. "Do I have to…?"

"No, you don't have to go through the surgery again. These will magnetically attach to your gauntlets, permanently." Sam said.

Chris hesitantly held up his arms. The pieces of machinery in Sam's hands flew to the gauntlets and attached to them. He thought, and claws shot out. Chris smirked. "Nice."

"Think of a sword." Sam said.

Chris raised an eyebrow, but did as suggested. The claws shifted around and formed a double edged sword. Chris' eyes widened. He then laughed. "I like it."

"I knew you would. The gauntlets will make whatever weapon you want whenever you want. And they can cut through anything."

Chris went silent for a minute, then smiled when two razor sharp whips appeared. He swung them around in the air. "Perfect, Sam."

"Let's see how they work in the field." Sam said.

"Can't wait. Now, go tell Casper he has a mission."

"Gotcha." Sam flew off

Chris looked back at his new weapons. He smirked and sparked. Electricity flowed around the blades, giving of a red glow. "Let's have some fun, android."

If the next couple of sentences confuse you (to be honest unless you can speak Spanish, they will), go to google translate. Or, just translate the Spanish parts to English. You should get the gist of it.

Chris's phone rang. He pulled it out. "Hello?"

"Es que Chris Estoy hablando con, o qué otra persona acaba de recoger su teléfono?" The person on the other end of the line asked. Spanish. And Chris recognized that voice anywhere

"Es Chris. ¿Qué hay de nuevo Alex? Pensé que estabas en la playa con la familia de gracia." Chris said, automaticaly switching to Spanish. He was fluent in 4 or 5 languages, depending if you counted Reading Latin as speaking a language.

"yo soy. He estado escuchando más informes acerca de que templar androide. Hice un poco de excavar alrededor, y no vas a creer lo que he encontrado." Alex said.

"¿Qué podría encontrar que podría hacer que este sea menos estresante?" Chris asked, rolling his eyes. "Al parecer, él tiene datos sobre todas las facciones templar en el país, posiblemente en el mundo." Alex said. Chris eyes widened. "¿Vas en serio? Lo juro por Dios, si estás jodiendo..." "No es el coger con usted! Si mis fuentes intencionados gracia y unos pocos amigos en el interior - tienen razón, esto podría darnos un montón de información sobre los templarios." Alex exclaimed. Chris sighed. "Espero que estés bien. Divertirse en usted es el vacaciones." "Nos vemos cuando regrese. Buena suerte en la misión." With that, Alex hung up. Chris put his phone away.

"Who was that, Chris?" He turned to see Death standing before him.

"It was Alex. Apparently, from what he's heard, the android has information on every Templar faction in the country, possibly on the planet."

Death's eyes widened slightly. "If he's correct…"

Chris nodded. "Sam's going to have to steal the info from that androids computer frame before we kill him."

"Inform the others of the change in plans on the way. Now, go get ready."

"Yes sir." Chris ran off.

Meanwhile, at the Templars main base, a figure walked down a hallway. The figure was an 18 year old, weighed 139 lbs., stood at 5'11", and was an american-chinese teen from Houston, Texas. He had hazel eyes and russet brown hair. He had a slightly pale skin complexion, and a muscular build. He wore a red cargo pants with a black belt, black combat boots with red shoelaces, and a white leather vest over a black dress shirt with the left sleeve cut off. He also wore a red bandana on his right arm and a cross necklace. His main weapons were Tonfa blades, which were currently sheathed in his belt. His long range weapon was sniper rifle hanging from his back. Also hanging around his belt was an assortment of acupuncture needles, his miscellaneous weapon. On his left wrist was his trident blade. It was a hidden blade that split into three parts. He acted kind, friendly, and helpful, but in reality, he was a sadist, and was often seen being kind one moment, and, without losing a smile, trying to kill a person the next. He was very insightful, and liked to twist people's words. He maintained being polite and respectful even after saying something rude. He was also very loyal, and would cut down anything that stood in the cult's way. Oh, he was a member of the legion of the exiled. Just BTW. Anyway, He had originally been found by the creed when he was 4, around the time his parents were murdered. The Assassins took him in and trained him. The council thought that he was a loose cannon and a psychopath, but took him in nonetheless. He later came into contact with Mike Kelly during a mission. He accepted his to join Mike's cult. He was now one of the top members for the legion of the exiled. He was happy that he could do the one thing that council forbid him not to: kill people. He was insane, and even Mike and Michael were hesitant to let him roam free. His code name had been Wind Rider. His real name was Taiyang Pendragon. He was also famous among the Templars and assassins alike for one single thing that stood out: Chris ad never beaten him in a fair fight. Never. That accomplishment alone was enough to make him stand out.

He soon entered the main chamber. He bowed. "You called for me, masters?"

"Yes, Taiyang." Michael sat before him. Taiyang, at least in here, knew he had to be respectful. Because at the moment, He was surrounded by the Templar council. Sitting in front of him was the Templar leader, Michael Riley. Sitting to the right of Riley was none other than the second-in-command, Olivia Frye. To the left of Michael was the cult leader, Mike Kelly. To the right of Olivia was the head priest, Samuel. On the other side of the priest was that Cyborg, Slade, the most recent initiate to the council. It was a small council, but only because the assassins had been managing to take the other members out. Stupid assassins.

"We've been watching your progress for the last few months, and I can't say your accomplishments aren't impressive." Michael said, folding his hands and leaning forward.

"Thank you, Master." Taiyang said. He glowered with pride. It felt good when he pleased the commander.

"You haven't once failed an assignment. We figured, seeing this, you deserved a reward." Mike said. He smirked with pride. He and Taiyang were very close friends, practically brothers.

Taiyang frowned in confusion. A reward?

"Rise, Taiyang Pendragon." Michael said. "The new leader of the Eternal Night."

Taiyang rose. He smirked. He felt extremely joyful, but he didn't wat to act like a two year old in front of the council. The eternal night was a group as important to the Templars as the horsemen were to the assassins. They were the biggest thorn in Chris' side, and he had eve mad an agreement to let Jack go crazy on the group if the assassins managed to find them and kill them. Chris only did that for people he really wanted dead.

"And for your first mission as leader, we need you to kill a very specific person." Olivia said.

"Gladly. Who's the target?" Taiyang asked. Olivia smirked.

"You need to eliminate an old ally of the assassins. Your mission: Kill Jacob Artery."

Now guys, I need 6 Templar cult OC's. The first six will be in the group with Taiyang.

Also, the next chapter won't be part of the storyline. It will be only for comedic purposes. You'll see what I mean when I post that.

See ya'll next time!