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"Hey, Altaïr is one tough assassin. Don't worry, he is going to be fine." Kazim ensured her, and they walked out of the house to get away from the smell of burned flesh.

She sighed as they walked, not because she thought that the situation was hopeless, but she noticed that she maybe had the solution in her hand. "Kazim?" She took a deep breath as she tightened her hands around the bag. "Altaïr left the Apple. I know how to use it."

After the walk from Zain's house to the butcher shop, Kazim did his best to gather the remaining assassins in hope of finding a plan to safe his sister and Altaïr. Kazim was accompanied by Elizabeth, a British woman who came from the future and had traveled with Altaïr from his hometown Masyaf to Cyprus with a mission to help with some translation. Elizabeth had originally made up her mind regarding separating herself from Altaïr, but the night before her departure something amazing happened to her. She realized that she had fallen in love, and not just a little, but enough to go against her (falling) better judgment. The subject for her new affection was Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad, a four years younger assassin from Syrian, who also was the Grand Master of the Masyaf assassin Brotherhood. It was a secret and hidden order that fought in mankind's best interests.

He was now in enemy hands and Elizabeth found herself in a bitter situation. Some of the Cyprian assassins had accused her of being a spy, which Elizabeth well enough could see a point in. She had acted distant, focused, frustrated and some moments out of control so the argument was well placed. She had however a little trusts from Kazim and Ziyad who was two of the highest ranks on the island, so it counted for something.

She and some others sat at a round table in the butcher shop storeroom. Elizabeth got chills down her spine while staying there, and as she looked at the blood colored walls she thought of Altaïr. She tried to keep last the events from the night before out of her head but it was hard as Muhammad, (in Elizabeth's eyes) an annoying assassin who had started to accuse Elizabeth for being a spy for the Templars. Kazim, however, had stepped in and stopped a potential fight before it had a chance to start.

When Kazim had gathered the remaining assassins it counted about eleven which meant that they had lost or couldn't find about ten. It was a great lost to Kazim, or any other could see a strong sign of weakness in the following weeks, but they didn't have weeks. They needed a plan to get Altaïr and Salihah back. Some were sent out to find out where they were brought, others went for information.

Back in the butcher shop was Elizabeth, Kazim, Muhammad, and Ziyad. It would be their assignment to get a plan together for a possible rescue. None of them got much sleep and only after a couple of hours Elizabeth got dark circles around her eyes. She was worried like she had never worried before, and the thought that something bad was happening to Altaïr in that very moments almost made her throw up.

At the table in the late morning hours a novice came in, stating that Altaïr and Salihah had been brought to the prison which was located inside the Limassol Castle. Afterwards the planning began to take form. It became clear however that due to the lack of loyal people in their circle the mission had to be discreet, and not a right on attack. It had been Elizabeth who had to remind Muhammad about the first rule in the creed; hiding in plain sight. No one could argue with that, but like any other meeting there was a lot of other things to argue about.

"You have the handwriting of a serial killer." Elizabeth said, amused, to Muhammad after writing down things they needed for a possible rescue.

He clenched his teeth as his patience hit its end. He had longer eyelashes then a woman from a make-up commercial and ears made to perfection. "When did you lose the filter between your brain and your mouth?" The assassin asked as Kazim entered the room with some food.

"I lost it between Masyaf and Acre." She said casually as she walked back and forth and sometimes in circles on bare feet. They had offered her a quick shower and one of Salihah's dresses since the other one was beyond help for reparation. "Kazim? Do you really think that this plan will work?"

"It is the best plan we could come up with." He sighed as he placed the food on the table. "Are you nervous?"

"Maybe just a little bit." She answered.

Muhammad yawned. None of them had gotten any sleep since it was a race against time. "Just remember to get your prayers straight!"

"Well thank you!" She hissed back.

"You are welcome!" He exhaled ironic, rolling his eyes.

"You know what?" Elizabeth started, "if I start to die, you will be the first one I call."

"Stop it!" Kazim interrupted. "That is enough." The invisible fight between Elizabeth and Muhammad began the second the idea of a Christian nun would infiltrate the prison. Elizabeth would therefore be the nun and Kazim would act as something between a monk and personal bodyguard. Both of them were Christians and knew the typical prayers, but Elizabeth had a hard time translating them into convincing Arabic. "Both of you." Kazim added.

Both of them stayed silent as a novice came with an old woman. She would sew a nun dress to Elizabeth as Kazim tried to memorize his prayers. The play would depend on Salihah's faith since she was a Christian, and has access to the last oil. The plan was to get into the prison, switch clothes with Altaïr and Salihah so they could walk out through the gates. Elizabeth and Kazim would afterwards have two options: one would be climbing down one of the high wall edges or jumping into the sea from the watch tower. Elizabeth being afraid of highs hated both plans, but the result could mean to get Altaïr out alive, and that little fact counted for something. Elizabeth looked at Muhammad and folded her arms. "I wouldn't come between him and a possible brain death."

"Now now." Kazim started before Muhammad had a chance to stand up. "Take it easy and save your energy for later. I'm sure that you are going to need it. Here eat or at least drink some tea."

The British woman widened her eyes. "I don't need to eat or drink tea or have a moment to reflect on this special day, this is the 12-centuary Holy land and sometimes - you just have to kick some ass!" Elizabeth concluded to Kazim as she took a little piece of plain bread just to please him. "Happy now?"

Kazim narrowed his eyes. "You don't want the millet?"

"No thank you. I'm allergic to it." She told him. "If I eat that you have to find another nun."

"I wouldn't miss you." Muhammad said without looking at her.

"You are being awfully nice to me." Elizabeth chuckled since she couldn't take him serious. "It is only making me more nervous."

"Don't you know that women should be quiet?" He finally looked at her.

She pulled a little on her shoulder and swallowed her bite of bread. "Oh, so many rules to remember." She sighed lazy and took a cup of water.

"Kazim, you should have sent her on the first boat back to the mainland." Muhammad didn't hide the fact that he wished Elizabeth out of his sight. This for some reason upset Elizabeth.

"Hey," Elizabeth sat down opposite of Muhammad. His beard was dark like any other Arabic man and his eyes were matching the color of a newly made cup of the. He didn't look and after a few tries to get his attention she slammed her hand flat onto the table which caught his attention. "Hey! Want to play who has the worst day? Because if this fucks up and we wouldn't get Altaïr and Salihah out of there…" She could feel that she was close to crying. "I know that I have messed up too, okay? I wouldn't deny that, but the main focus is to get them out and afterwards we can hate each other as much as we like. Is that a deal?"

Muhammad sat back in his chair, partly speechless and partly with a raised eyebrow. He had a 'whatever' glimpse in his gaze, but he accepted her request of a temporary ceasefire. Hours passed and in the late afternoon the costumes were ready. Saqr cooked them a little soup before taking off, but neither Elizabeth nor Kazim could eat anything. The younger man had been found walking around alone down at the harbor after Zain's house had been burned down.

Elizabeth got dressed in the nun clothes, her hidden blade and her last cigarette. She made her little silver cross visible as she whispered a little prayer in English. She had the Apple hidden underneath the dress as she could feel it calling out for her like drugs yelled to addicts. If it made her feel better or made her feel like a woman of God she didn't know, but the thought of losing Altaïr was circling around in her head as ants invading a panic field trip in the middle of the summer.

"Are you ready to go?" Kazim asked.

"I feel like an oversize pumpkin." She answered and tried to locate her feet.

He smiled. "Here."

"What is it?" She narrowed her eyes and looked in the bag. "Are you taking those herbs now?" she asked as she remembered the effect the last herbs had if one took them.

He laughed. "Wanna give me a reason to?"

"No!" She gasped.

"Don't worry. These are for pain and it wouldn't hurt to bring them along."

"Phew, you gave me a scare there." She paused "Are these for Altaïr?"

"Yes, and maybe for Salihah. No can never know." He packed the herbs away and they stepped outside. The sun was strong for an afternoon sun and no breeze was close. Elizabeth felt like she had walked into an oven. As they walked and reached the gates they went over their plan one last time. Muhammad and Elizabeth of course started to snap at each other again.

"Don't call me things I don't know the meaning of!" She looked harsh at Muhammad and then at Kazim. "Are you ready? The guard shift starts soon." He nodded, showing signs that he feared for his own safety.

They pulled the hoods over heads and walked slowly with an almost lazy pace towards the gates. Kazim and Elizabeth felt the evening sun in their back as they approached.

"Are you nervous?" Kazim whispered and she nodded, saving her words.

The guard stopped them and he raised his hand. "Stop!" They didn't stop but walked slower towards the guard. Elizabeth placed her hand on the apple, ready to use it and hoping that the shadow wouldn't interfere. But then she remembered, how did the Apple work? She actually didn't know.

"Please do not fear us." Kazim said as he placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. "We heard that there is a Christian inside."

"Yes." the guard said. Elizabeth couldn't see his face because of the hood that covered the most of her view but the guards voice easy have the tone of a James Bond actor.

"We wish to give this person the last oil." Kazim said with a holy tone of voice, like a salesman in the supermarket who tries to sell you things you don't really need. Elizabeth knew that the women in this time period wouldn't talk unless somebody would speak to her so she stayed quite.

"Is something wrong?" Another voice sound and again Elizabeth couldn't see who it was, but she recognized speech. It was Stefano, the Captain of the Limassol Guard. Elizabeth could her body temperature raise.

"These church people request access to one of the cells." The James Bond guard answered. The two men started to speak Italian to each other, one of the few languages Elizabeth didn't have a degree in. She was however nervous, and she could feel her hands becoming wet. The guard suddenly started to speak to Kazim in Italian and to Elizabeth surprise he answered. Where in the world did he know Italian from? After throwing all his arguments after the guards, Kazim and Elizabeth were granted access to Salihah's cell. Elizabeth hadn't used the apple. It turned out that Stefano, and the guard was terrified for God's fury. Kazim could have won an Oscar for that scene.

The gates opened up and they walked in. A new guard came over. He was ordered to show them to Salihah's cell. They stepped into the prison section and hadn't walked many meters before Kazim placed both of his hands on each side of the guard's head and broke his neck.

"What took you so long?" Elizabeth asked as the guard fell to the floor. "Phew! I couldn't breathe."

"Why would you think that you have it harder than me?" he said as he picked up the body and hid it inside an unlooked chamber. "We need to hurry. They will start wonder soon why he hasn't returned to his post."

"When is the guard shift?"

"Soon."

They walked a little bit in silence and suddenly Elizabeth asked. "I have a question. Why did you kill him before he showed us where their cells are?"

"Because he wasn't leading us to the cell."

"And you know that how?"

"I have been spending plenty of time in here myself." He took a deep breathe. "He was leading us towards the church area and if their priest saw us we would be doomed."

"That makes sense, so 'mister know everything' please lead the way." Elizabeth said with a small hint of admiration. Kazim nodded and they started to walk. The inside prison wasn't the stereotype prison with dirty corridor one normally would see in a movie. These walls were surprisingly clean, but the smell of somebody who maybe had died broke the illusion and the silence.

"I can't stand this smell." She admitted to Kazim as they made their way up some stairs. She stopped walked as Kazim continued up some ladders. She had difficulty breathing. There were no windows, only torches. "Kazim get down from there! You are not the flying type!"

"It would make sense if they were being kept here!" He yelled back. They walked around the upper levels for ten minutes until they reach a corridor that did look like the others and suddenly they heard voices. Elizabeth stopped on the spot and pulled Kazim back before he entered the corridor.

"What are you doing?" He asked and looked confused at her.

"Listen!" She hissed in a small voice. They listened to the voices coming from the other end of the corridor. The voices sounded familiar.

Kazim caught her gaze. His eyes were widened. "Is that who I think it is?"

Elizabeth leaned up against wall and nodded. "Yes it is. I'm sorry Kazim."

To have a unspeakable continue...

A/N Hi everyone. Sorry that I have been gone for so long. A lot of things has happen this spring. Some good, some bad and some that took a lot of time to complete. As I have explained before, the story has already been written and what there is taking so long is the translation part from Danish to English. Some parts take longer then others because this is a humour, romance, drama story but there are many scenes you just can't translate from one language to another and still have that strong story line.

And a huge thanks to my beta reader for her patience these last couple of months. :)