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Chapter Fifty-Four: Other Dwellings

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Abstergo

Picking up the news article off his desk, he quickly scanned the title and contents, going right to the point of the story.

Murder of Jake Aus- boring title, thought the man before moving on.

...Jake Auston's body was found late afternoon yesterday, bruised and beaten. Authorities are dismissing the incident as a mugging gone wrong; no further comments are being made on their course of action...

...family members of the victim...

Sad... not sure how this could have happened...

His close friend...

There was no sense in continuing on with the nonsense of an article, they were a rather poor sense of entertainment. All he needed to know was that the boy was dead. End of story.

Looking up from his desk the male viewed the man before him, or rather boy.

"Seems you were rather successful Mr. Andre," commented the grey haired man behind the desk.

"Yes sir, there was no trouble with the agreement." Commented the boy; looking uneasy before the man in command. He had been tasked with the objective of disposing of the Auston guy's body; it hadn't been hard, but rather time consuming.

The man behind the desk quickly waved his hand in dismissal, and Andre scurried out of the room from his scrutiny gaze.

"What a fool," said the man, looking over a stack of papers on his desk. They were all reports on the current situation he was faced with at the moment.

Extracting memories from a certain bartender.

Stillman had not followed through with his simple request. It was simple; find the memories that were missing from that god forsaken ancestor. All they needed was something, anything to give way to the current residence of him.

It was ever prevalent, not to mention irritating, that they were unable to find where he and that woman were located. Not once did they mention the location in their conversation, not once did they even discuss it. It was infuriating.

Clenching his teeth, he quickly stood up and briskly walked over to the room in which Stillman was currently in with Miles.

"Any developments?" he asked as he strolled into the room, hands behind his back. The room was stark white with greys, accompanied by the rather large window behind his other desk.

"Not of any use, some of the memories are corrupted, and there hasn't been any link to their current location," said Lucy, looking away from the control panel in front of her as she addressed Vidic; his white coat as clean as ever.

He was silent for a moment as he processed the information and decided on a course of action.

"Forget it, focus on our main goal," was all he said as he stalked out of the room. He had hoped he could find them and get it over with; they however had managed to avoid that outcome by some means. In turn, he would draw them out.

The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. He had the plan set from earlier on, but thought the other way more convenient. But what better way to get them then to lure them to you and set the trap off? He smirked; it might even turn out better this way.

Scratching his facial hair absently, he left the room and headed to his new destination.

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Lyla was sitting in a small room, lights bright, and room white. They had brought her into this room a while ago; and she had been there ever since. She supposed they were going to discuss the plans they had set up... she wasn't sure why though. She had told them straight up she would do anything for her parents...

She had been sitting in the small office waiting for someone to finally come and talk to her. The utter nerve of them though, not once did anyone offer her a drink. All they did was bring her into this bleak white room without a word.

The grey metal door suddenly opened then, and Lyla looked up; eyes meeting those of the man she had talked to quite a bit.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting Miss Winters." Said Vidic, taking a seat across from her at the table she was at.

"Oh it's no trouble, what exactly we're we going to be discussing?" she asked sweetly. He stared at her for a moment before answering her question in the awkward silence.

"The procedure regarding your sister,-" he started but Lyla quickly cut in.

"She's not my sister," corrected Lyla. Ignoring her comment Vidic simply continued on.

"Her 'friend', who you supplied us with, was barely of use. However, the set up was a success." completed Vidic, watching as Lyla simply nodded in conformity. He then slowly leaned forward over the table, and came close to her face.

"What I need from you this evening... is absolute agreement that you will follow through with the plan," he finished smiling at her as she quickly yet nervously nodded in agreement, slightly inching back away from him.

"Excellent," was all he said as he leaned back and crossed his fingers on the table smiling. There was something incredibly sinister about his smile, and Lyla found it unnerved her greatly.

"I-is that all?" she asked him.

"For now," was his only answer before he stood and left the room, smirking as he did.

"Too easily manipulated..." was his only comment as he left for his meeting with the council, door already shut behind him.

Letting out a breath of relief Lyla slumped and rested her head in her hands sighing.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." she muttered, her blond hair slightly fell in front of her face then.

So much had she agreed to... she was starting to regret- NO! She had to get her parents back; they knew where they were and that they were actually alive! She just had to give them something back in return. That being Connie.

It wasn't a big deal... but when Jake got involved in all this... she didn't know what to think. They had just gotten rid of him... just... she wasn't sure what actually happened, but he was just gone one day from this place. They had had them both in the same room for a while, and they talked.

He was so calm, he knew something was up, and he asked her what they had her for... she didn't tell him. And then one day he never came back.

She wouldn't say she wasn't worried, because she was. He had done nothing to her, and she had most likely... she didn't want to think about it. She was never like this... usually, and she would admit, she was a selfish bitch. So her feelings on this situation were alien to her.

She shook her head in denial. She had no choice.

She had to get her parents back, and Connie stood between her and her goal.

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Connie and Altair were nearing Damascus at that moment. The sun blazing down on their backs as they trotted closer and closer. They were talking as they traveled, the current conversation taking a drastic turn from the others.

"You can't be serious?" she called after him, coming over to his side once again on the dirt path. Altair had suggested that she stay in the Assassin's Bureau as he completed his mission.

"Connie, it would be dangerous," he replied ignoring her actual question.

"You know we both have guns right?" she remarked, looking under his hood at his face. He couldn't be serious?

"I thought you said not to rely on guns? That guns were not the answer to everything?" he supplied, smirking at her.

"Altair!" she yelled annoyed, she couldn't understand what the big deal was. He only frowned before replying, he wasn't sure why she wouldn't just accept his suggestion.

"Connie, please can you do this for me? It would ease my mind if I knew you were safe," he simply said in a low voice, looking into her hazel eyes.

She was shocked by his words, did he actually care that much? Giving him a look for a moment, she simply dropped it and sighed in defeat. It didn't even occur to her how easily she gave up to him.

"...Fine," was her answer. He only nodded before smirking at her.

They were near the gate now and Altair jumped off his horse, leaving it by the stall as he waited for Connie to do the same. Watching her as she got off, she immediately started walking to his side. She wasn't wearing her hood, and stood out quite blankly; a number of people were looking at her.

Just as she was close enough he suddenly grabbed her hood and pulled it over her face.

"Wear your hood," was all he said with a chuckle, watching her yell in annoyance once again.

"Hey!" she yelled at him, immediately becoming silent however when Altair gave her a look. He smiled a moment later though.

"Our objective is to sneak in, and you forgetting your hood will not be of much help."

"I get it," she muttered, attention being drawn onto the guards by the front gate of the city. Of course it wasn't going to be easy, it was never easy.

Sighing she nodded her head at him as he led her over to their destination.

"Follow my lead," was all he said as he walked towards a group of people.

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Sorry the chapter is short :( but didn't see that happening did you! Well the whole Jake thing...

Sigh, so I was gonna update two chapters back to back but... I got far into the next one and I kinda deleted it by accident... and it was such a good start too. I kinda wanted to open the file, but I picked save as and kinda saved over the existing folder with a blank document. So I was very saddened by that happening. Meaning me face palming myself and bashing my head on the key board:)

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