Michael disarmed the bomb, similar to the one in the first Mosque. They rushed back to the car and took off towards West London.
'I didn't realise Assassins killed like that.' Terrance said quietly as they drove.
'We do what is necessary.' Michael answered tersely.
'I thought you respected those you killed.' Terrance scolded.
'As I said before men like that don't deserve respect, they deserve to be destroyed by the most expedient means available.' Michael responded.
The further they drove the better built and more affluent the buildings around them became. The history and wealth of the area was exuded by the well kept red brick and stone built houses with beautifully carved facades. They pulled up outside a particularly large Red Brick building. If Michael had to guess it originally had been a school or a customs house, it was a place of authority.
Terrance got out of the car with his gun raised.
'Stay here.' Michael ordered.
Terrance glared but obeyed.
Michael crept forward slowly opening the heavy black Iron gate as slowly and quietly as possible. He snuck forward gun raised again opening the heavy oak door as slowly as possible, wincing as it creaked and groaned. Michael walked forward slowly into the plain hallway gun raised. He took a right checking each room as he passed. The low rumble of raised voices reached him. Michael took another left and put his ear to the door.
'You think you can do and say what you like...' A near hysterical voice heavy with the local accent grumbled.
Michael moved away from the door and spotted a door leading to a set of stairs. He smiled as a plan formed in his head. He padded silently up the stairs his senses alert for any danger. The door of the first floor stairwell opened up into a viewing area for the main part of the Mosque. Michael kept low and peaked over the railing. Three men were on their knees in the centre of the open area. Four men stood at each corner all armed as another paced back and forth in the centre berating the three men on their knees.
'Backward savages!' He spat.
'Tomas Lee.' Michael muttered.
Michael holstered his gun and took his two knives he stood, took aim and loosed both in quick succession at the two guards at the far end of the Mosque. One man grunted and another screamed as the knives buried themselves in their chests. Michael leapt from the viewing area onto a man stationed directly under him plunging his hidden blade into the man's neck. Michael rolled and came up with his gun drawn firing twice killing the last man.
Tomas Lee looked shocked and lunged for one of the men on their knees. The man he lunged towards came up meeting him and head butted Tomas in the chest driving him back and giving Michael a couple of seconds to dive across the room and tackle him. Lee attempted to draw a knife but Michael was faster plunging his hidden blade into the man's chest.
His eyes widened and he gasped.
Michael straightened himself staring down at this target. Michael pinned the man's nearest arm with his leg and put his knee on his stomach to make sure he couldn't move as Michael watched him die.
'Please, help me, I'm dying.' Tomas pleaded.
'The only thing I hate more than an ignorant bigot is a cowardly ignorant bigot.' Michael growled.
'I...I...' Tomas gurgled before his eyes froze and glazed in the unmistakeable stillness of death.
Michael stood and looked at the three men frozen in fear.
'Wha...Who are you?' The eldest man asked.
He was an elderly man, grey hair seemed to sprout in tufts from his head. His face was wrinkled and careworn, his right eye was swollen and his nose bloodied no doubt from the treatment he had received from Tomas and his men. The other two men were much younger, one about Michael's age the other slightly younger both had been beaten much worse. They shared certain facial features with the older man and Michael assumed they were his sons.
'Where is the bomb?' Michael asked.
'Behind the pillar on the left.' The elder man said.
Michael wandered over spotting the square of explosives and removed the detonator flicking it off with his hidden blade.
'Hashashin.' The eldest man muttered astonished.
Michael glanced back at him and walked slowly towards him. He walked slowly behind him. A faint click gave away Michaels hidden blade being engaged again.
'Please I meant no disrespect...'The eldest man began as his sons started struggling against their bonds.
'Please...I.' The elder continued.
Michael's hidden blade descended, and the old man felt the ropes which bond him fall away.
The man sat stunned for a moment as Michael cut away the ropes that bound his sons.
'You didn't see me here, these men turned on each other.' Michael explained as he removed the knives from the chests of the first men he killed wiping the handle of one and putting it beside the man he'd impaled from the viewing area. He holstered the second one.
'It'll do for an explanation, I can assure you the Police will not pry too much.' Michael promised.
Michael turned to leave.
'Please...let me come with you!' The man about Michael's age asked.
Michael turned back to him and looked sceptically.
'Aadil!' His father called.
'Please, I want to learn to fight like you.' The man called Aadil said.
Michael considered it for a moment, they were short handed, they needed new men.
'It's not an easy life.' Michael said tersely.
'Aadil you cannot!' The man's father ordered.
Michael smirked if there was one thing not to say to a twenty-something it was tell them not to do something.
'Father please, this is necessary.' Aadil insisted.
'Our life isn't easy, you'd be putting your family at risk.' Michael cautioned.
'They're already at risk, we've always been at risk, my father was driven from our country and we came here. We have nothing but ridicule and hate.' Aadil said.
'That'll only increase if the Templars find out you're fighting for us.' Michael answered.
'I've had enough of gritting my teeth and bowing down I want to fight.' Aadil pleaded.
'Please son no...' His father asked.
'Listen to father Aadil, please.' His brother asked.
'I want this Rayyan, father.' Aadil said turning to face them.
Michael sighed, the man's mind was made up. If Michael didn't take him, he'd probably follow anyway somehow.
'We'll keep an eye on your family. Make sure you're protected if the Templars realise what you're up to.' Michael promised.
All three men turned to face the Assassin.
'We need more men, good men.' Michael explained.
'The Assassins were destroyed centuries ago supposedly, rumours and heresay followed throughout my homeland whenever a man of power died. You fought for the people, for what was right.' The elder man said solemnly, he seemed to be coming around to the idea.
'We weren't destroyed we were forced into the shadows, but you are right we fight for freedom for what is right.' Michael answered.
'Try to keep him safe.' The eldest man said.
'I will.' Michael promised turning to Aadil.
'Come on Kid let's go.' Michael ordered.