Hey guys! I'm back with the second chapter of We Three Assassins and I am rather excited to get into this. :D I know that because the school year is almost over I will be updating more frequently so I don't think you fine people need to worry about few updates that take forever. XD At least I hope not. P: So, I guess that's all I really have to say so,

ONTO THE STORY!

Desmond gives Rebecca a ridiculous look. "Wait, wait," he puts his hands up, getting up from the couch. "Are you saying that because the Animus threw a fit, Altair, Ezio, and Connor were transported here?"

Rebecca nods. "That's exactly what I'm saying. Why do you think I tell you to not use the Animus when it is glitching? It could do something like this and you will be thrown into whatever time period you are visiting when using it."

Desmond crosses his arms, considering this. "So they could be anywhere?"

"Not exactly," Rebecca takes her tablet and pulls up a map of their city. "I had an emergency setting for if something like this were to ever happen."

"Well, what setting is that?" Shaun asks impatiently.

Rebecca glares at Shaun before continuing. "I set it for anything that is to be transferred here to be transferred within a ten mile radius of the Animus."

"Why not set it where they just transport here?" Lucy asks placing her hand on her chin.

"Because, sweet Lucy, if they were to be brought directly to the Animus the shockwave would cause the Animus to explode," Rebecca states plainly. "It's a precautionary measure."

"Do you think you can locate them?" Shaun asks slowly.

Rebecca holds up her tablet, three small, red blips flashing in a patch of green. "I already have."

oOoOoOo

Ezio paces frustratingly back and forth, his white robes barely lit from the combination of street light and star light. He continues mumbling in Italian while Altair and Connor remain on the sidelines of this fiasco. Connor sways on his feet nervously as Altair stares at the ground while sitting on a park bench.

Ezio soon stops his pacing and turns to the other two assassins. "Why are you two just sitting there?"

"Because we know panicking will not solve a thing." Altair states, his tone cold.

Connor swallows hard. "Right, yes, no panicking," he laughs nervously.

Ezio stares at Connor with a confused glance. "Of course, but are you not worried about possibly not getting home?"

"I have nothing worth returning to," Altair growls.

Ezio narrows his eyes at the grumpy assassin. "You have no wife or children?"

"No," Altair stands up. "I was just recently stripped of my rank as Master Assassin due to a mishap retrieving the Apple. That was my wife and children, metaphorically speaking of course."

"Of course," Ezio repeats before turning his attention to Connor, "What about yo-"the Italian pauses, looking around, "Where did he go?"

Altair says nothing before casually pointing to a tree behind Ezio where the Native American is perched on one of the upper branches. Ezio sighs. "Why are you up there?"

"I feel safer." Connor replies, his voice sounding less panicked than before.

"Okay," Ezio says obviously confused. "Why do you feel safer twenty-feet off the ground?"

"Because it's how I grew up." Connor says. "It's my sanctuary."

Altair walks up beside Ezio, his hands clasped behind his back. "I enjoy walking with priests to feel calm."

Ezio quickly picks up what's being put down and sighs. "I enjoy swimming."

Altair twitches nervously when Ezio says 'swimming', "Interesting."

Connor breathes out slowly before jumping from the tree and tumbling gracefully on the ground. He quickly stands up before brushing himself off. "So are we to go our separate ways or what?"

"I think it would be best to stay together." Altair says matter-of-factly. "It would just cause us more problems if we were to split up."

Ezio nods in agreement. "But, where are we?"

"You are in the 21st century, my friends." The three assassins turn around to see four people walking up to them; two women and two men. The first man, a blonde with a strange accent addressed them first. "Welcome to the modern world," he claps his hands together, an excited smile growing on his face. "This is truly fascinating. Rebecca, how can they speak English?"

The dark-haired woman, Rebecca, speaks up. "The Animus must've made it to where they can all speak English along with their natural languages."

"Fascinating," Shaun leans in to inspect Altair, his chin resting on his hand. "They are actually bigger than Desmond, at least where muscle mass is concerned."

"What are you saying?" The one Shaun refers to as Desmond huffs.

"I'm saying you're scrawny compared to your ancestors." Shaun retorts.

The three assassins all look at each other. "Ancestors," Altair says slowly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you three are the ancestors of that puny man behind me." Shaun states plainly.

Desmond huffs again. "Lucy please shut Shaun up."

The young blonde Desmond referred to as Lucy puts a hand on Shaun's shoulder before looking at the three assassins. "It's really hard to explain all at once, and it is really hard to take in, so if you three would just come with us everything will be explained once we get back to the lab."

The three assassins hesitate, looking at the white vehicle behind Desmond, Shaun, Rebecca and Lucy. Ezio steps forward. "So you know what happened?"

"Somewhat," Rebecca sighs. "We don't exactly know the program that glitched the Animus but we are trying to find that out."

Ezio looks back at Connor and Altair who look about as nervous as him. "Alright," he turns back to the three. "We will go back with you, but only if you can find a way to send us back."

Rebecca nods. "No prob."

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When they arrive back at the lab, Altair literally jumps out of the van in attempt to run from Shaun's probing hands. "I am not some animal to be observed!" He shouts as he tries to open the door to get inside. "Open damn you!"

"Altair, Altair," Lucy calls behind him. "Calm down," she snaps around to Shaun who is fumbling with the keys. "Shaun please don't poke around on them. They are people; they are just from a different time."

"But I am curious as to how they manage to survive with diseases and poor medicine." Shaun ignores the Arabic cursing behind him as he turns the key in the lock and opens the door. "They have such large muscle mass for their time. It's rather impressive."

Shaun walks inside with Lucy, Rebecca and Desmond behind him. "But they are trained assassins. They are trained in parkour and hand-to-hand combat. Of course they are going to have large muscles." Rebecca says, dragging Connor in by the arm. "But they sure are easy to pull."

Ezio chuckles as he watches Connor being dragged by such a small woman. "You sure aren't putting up much of a fight, Connor."

"She's strong," Connor shouts, trying to pull away from Rebecca's grasp.

"Or you are just weak." Altair says from further down the hall.

Connor shoots Altair a cold look, yanking his arm free. "I'm not weak." He breaks into a full sprint down the hall, tackling Altair to the ground.

Altair shoves Connor off of him then grabs his neck and slams him against the wall. "Don't you ever do that again!" He hisses, giving Connor's neck a tight squeeze before letting go.

Connor breathes out slowly, rubbing his neck. "Don't call me weak."

"Guys, guys," Desmond steps between the two hostile assassins, "Please don't fight, that doesn't help the situation at all."

Altair crosses his arms and starts grumbling in Arabic, turning away from Desmond and Connor. Shaun joins the three and unlocks the door to the lab. "Home sweet, home," he gestures widely to the large room full of computers, couches, shelves, and beds. "Have a look around."

The three ancient assassins walk in behind the four modern assassins with astounded looks upon their faces. "What is all this?" Ezio asks, poking a computer screen, clicking a file, and opening up a long line of codes. The Italian jumps away. "What is this sorcery?"

"That's a computer," Lucy closes the file with a tap of her finger to the screen. "We use it to keep track of the Animus."

"Would the Animus happen to be this chair looking thing?" Connor says, standing next to the Animus 2.0.

"That would be it," Rebecca says proudly. "I designed it myself," she bends down and strokes the smooth white metal. "It's my baby."

Altair gives Rebecca a curious look. "You gave birth to that thing?"

"No, no," Rebecca laughs, standing back up. "I built it and designed the programming."

"I'm afraid I don't follow," Altair states. "What is this for?"

"It's how Desmond accesses the lives of you three." Rebecca says proudly.

"You mean that he can control us by being attached to that device?" Ezio asks, holding his hand to his chin in thought.

Rebecca nods, "Exactly."

"That is…" Connor scrunches his nose searching for the right words, "Disturbing."

"So," Altair crouches down beside the animus. "Does he have complete access to everything through this?"

"Yep," Rebecca says happily. "He can literally relive your lives from the day you were born with this baby."

"Everything?" Ezio asks slowly.

"Everything," Shaun nods, his tone an amused one.

"Oh…" The Italian looks down, hiding his read face.

Connor snorts beside him. "Luckily I don't have a sexual life that he can relive."

"I wouldn't say luckily." Ezio retorts.

"I'm proud to say I'm saving myself for the right woman," Connor says carefully. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," Ezio says. "But it's rather foolish when it's obvious by your nervousness that you will be waiting a long time."

Connor's face glows bright red from embarrassment and anger. "At least I don't throw myself around to every woman who is willing."

"What makes you think I would do that?" Ezio asks annoyed.

"By the way you eyed every girl in the park and while we were on the way here." Altair adds, his expression as dead as ever.

"What's wrong with looking at women?" Ezio puts out his hands in a confused way.

"Nothing," Altair says slowly. "But there is something wrong with the lust that fills your very face when you look at them. You look at them like some kind of meal rather than the reason you were born and the reason you will have children."

Ezio mumbles something dirty about Altair in Italian before retreating to Desmond's side. Desmond, clearly on edge from this whole situation, steps forward to address the three assassins. "Guys, I know you are all on edge, I am too, but there really is no reason to get hostile. I mean, you all are of the same order, you share the same Assassin beliefs."

"And that is where the similarities end," Connor says dryly.

Desmond sighs then gives Shaun an are-you-serious look when he spots him trying to poke at Altair some more. "Shaun," he says in a pleading voice. "Leave Altair alone."

Altair didn't notice Shaun before Desmond said something and quickly snaps his arm away from the prodding man. Shaun takes the hint and backs away in attempt to escape the icy glare of the Arabian. "Are all ancient Assassins good at giving cold looks?"

"It comes with the occupation," Altair says darkly.

"Well, here in modern times people are reported for giving such murderous looks." Shaun retorts.

"Are people that easily intimidated these days?" Ezio snorts, watching Lucy text over her shoulder.

"Well, not exactly," Shaun says. "They are just more cautious is all."

"What is…L-M-F-A-O?" Ezio asks, reading the text Lucy is typing.

"Laughing My F-ing Ass Off," Rebecca replies, amused by the odd question.

"But she isn't laughing," Ezio looks behind Lucy. "And her backside is still intact."

"It's just an expression," Shaun chuckles.

"That's silly," Connor says. "couldn't you just be honest and say 'That wasn't funny now stop talking'?"

"Because that's cruel," Desmond laughs at their misunderstanding.

"Now she is saying… oh-" Ezio stops abruptly stops speaking and bites his lower lip. "You're allowed to say that to people?"

Lucy gives Ezio a wide-eyed look, slowly sliding her phone in her pocket. Ezio quickly walks away, his hands behind his back. "She's not as innocent as she looks," he whispers to Altair who simply gives him a warning glare, making the Italian jump away.

"Okaaay," Desmond gives Lucy's arm a tight squeeze to calm her down. "This is getting weird. Why don't we all go to bed and start working on sorting this whole mess out tomorrow?"

"Fine with me," Connor says before jumping up the wall, grabbing onto a pipe and hoisting himself up on the pipeline and closing his eyes.

Ezio continues to stare at Connor. "what is with him and being up in the air?"

Altair shrugs, "To each his own."

Okay, I have no idea if that last phrase is write, but if it is HOORAY! XD Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter and I hope to see more of you in the third! BYEEEEE!