So, the one review that I will respond to in this chapter, and yes I like responding to reviews in my stories. This is because you guys post your reviews publicly, so I'll answer publicly. Fair's Fair.

Anyway, time to respond to Petter, as I will call you. I don't use the pairing things as romance exclusively, only for who I plan to have work together for long periods of time. As you will see from this chapter, and most of the rest that deal with Michael and Edward together. They aren't the best of allies. In fact I would go as far to say that they are bitter opposites.


Michael waited for Edward to return to Bonnet's ship after he saved the merchant from the spanish. He remembered about where to meet the master assassin, and was getting impatient. He walked back and forth in front of the schooner. It was a few hours before Edward eventually made his appearance, and Michael was at the end of a short fuse. "What the hell were you doing?" He asked grabbing the pirate by the collar and pushing him into some crates. "What would have happened if I hadn't been there to save Bonnet after you ran off?"

Edward clearly wasn't expecting Michael to act so hostile towards him, and just grabbed his wrists. "That wasn't my fault, they attacked me. Now let me go!"

Michael glared at him, but knew that since it wasn't his fault, there was no reason to stay. "Protect your friends Duncan," Michael let him go, and walked off. He had better things to do, than babysit a wannabe assassin.

Michael brewed silently, until he found the area that the assassin bureau was in. He activated his Eagle vision, and followed the subtle directions the assassins used. Michael eventually found the small field they used as a bureau. It was out in the open, but then again, they probably didn't have to deal with Abstergo breathing down their necks all the time.

There was a young woman standing over a table, she wasn't wearing customary robes like Duncan had before Edward pillaged his body. "Are you the bureau leader?" he asked as he leaned on the wall. Michael pulled his gun out and dropped it to the floor.

"So, you the one who took out the Businessman?"

"I did," Michael showed his left hand, which showed the tattoo of the assassin's insignia on his ring finger.

"You did good, heard that the man was shot by a ghost."

"I just did what i thought was necessary," Michael replied, "I know this isn't the big reason for killing Templars, but there was a reward for his death right?"

"Aye there was mate," the woman says as she unclasp a bag of Reals from her belt, and puts in on the table, "You earned it, and the bonus. 1,500 Reals. Don't get into trouble."

"I don't plan to." Michael grabbed the pouch, and tied it to his belt. He nodded to the fellow assassin, and started leaving.

"If it isn't too much to ask!" she shouted after him, "I've received word of Duncan Walpole entering the city. I'm running short on men, so could you visit the Governor's house and see if the reports are true? If they are, kill the bastard and retrieve what he stole from us."

Michael was about to say that he killed Duncan, when he thought better of it. He quickly realized why Edward had taken Duncan's name as an alias, "It will be my pleasure."

"You seem like you know something."

"Only that I'm going to retrieve what he stole." Michael turned on his heel, and ran back to Bonnet's ship. When he arrived, he found Bonnet sitting with his sugar but no sign of Edward.

"Bonnet where did Duncan go?" Michael asked quickly, running up to him.

"He said he had a meeting with Governor Torres."

"Shite! I'm too late! Where does the Governor live?"

Bonnet quickly gave Michael directions to his house, and off he went. If Michael didn't get to Edward fast enough, he would seal his fate with the Templars. It was during this sprint, that Michael realized that he had dropped his gun back at the bureau. He cursed himself for forgetting something so valuable. He didn't stop though, and saw a nice free running opportunity that arose because of some conveniently stacked crates. He ran up the crates and jumped, Michael grabbed the horizontal pole and swung himself to the balcony. He used his momentum in another jump and grabbed a potted plant. He swung to the other side of the building, and climbed to the roof.

Michael saw a roof patrolman walking away from him, and decided to take a quick detour. He was able to get to the patrol man before he turned around to see who was running. Not caring about finesse at this point, Michael used his hidden blade and sent it through the heart of the patrol man.

Michael quickly searched his body, and came across a knife that was well weighted, and a small pistol. It wouldn't be nearly as strong as the one he had earlier, but it would be enough. He took the shot and ammo pouches the guard had on him, and clasped them to his belt.

After making sure he wasn't seen, Michael continued towards Torres's Manor. There were guards everywhere, and he wouldn't be able to get in by waltzing into the front door. Michael activated his eagle vision, and watched the patrol routes of the guards. After he memorized the basic locations, he began looking for Edward.

He wasn't able to see the Welshman from his current vantage point, and knew he had to get closer. Michael saw at least three riflemen patrolling the rooftops, but assumed there were twice as many. He quickly ran towards the house, and climbed up the wall. Michael could hear gunshots coming from inside, and planned to use it as a cover for himself.

Michael made it to the first guard, and broke his neck. He gently lowered the body to the roof, and crouched behind the apex of the slanted roof. One of the other patrol men saw the body, and came to investigate as Michael had planned. He waited until the man crouched next to his dead comrade, before revealing himself, and stabbing the man's throat with a hidden blade. He looked at the men who were using the time as target practice, and saw Edward.

He took one of the rifles on the ground, and aimed it at the last patrol man. Michael aimed for the last rifleman, and waited for one of the three men to take aim. He fired almost at the same time as Edward, and the man fell off the roof and into a bush. Michael looked around, and smiled. No one realized that he had fired the rifle, and the rooftop was clear in this area.

Michael watched Edward and the other two, who he assumed were Templars. He kept low as to avoid detection from any of the ground patrols. When Edward and the Templars left the target range, the walked over to what looked like a training course.

Michael watched as Edward preformed various assassination techniques with the hidden blades, and was surprised at the natural talent Edward had for being an assassin. It didn't make him feel any better about what he was about to do.

Michael would wait until he knew what Duncan had stolen from the Assassins, and what Edward was about to give to the Templars. After the demonstration was over, the three men walked up the stairs, and towards the house.

Michael followed them, and kept out of sight from the remaining two roof patrols. He took out the knife from earlier, and ran at the first guard. He turned just in time for Michael to put the knife through his throat. Without waiting another second he spun around the man, and took the knife out. He flicked his wrist in a horizontal motion, and the knife hit the last patrol in the back of the neck.

Michael didn't have time to retrieve the knife, and continued after the group. Eventually he was lead to Governor Torres. The man was old, and looked as though he would die in the near future, but he held the air of authority over the rest of the group. Michael saw Edward give Torres a piece of paper, and a glass cube. Deciding he would wait for events to play out, he continued watching them.

Eventually he followed them to a room with two exits to the outside, one for him to enter from, and one to exit through. He planned how he would do so, and prepared to jump down. Michael made sure there were no guards around, and tensed his body. When everyone had their backs turned to him, he jumped off the rooftop. He landed, and used his forward momentum to roll forward. He kept his speed as he started running at the group of men.

Just before he dove to grab the items on the table, the man in a red cape stuck his arm out, and Michael fell backwards. He felt the pouch that held the Clock of Eden come off his belt as he rolled away. There was a gunshot, and the sound of a bullet hitting the ground where Michael was previously.

Michael got to his feet to see all four men draw weapons. Torres a dagger, Edward his cutlass', the man with a scarred face drew a sword. The man in a red cloak reloaded his pistol and aimed at Michael. He didn't want to leave the clock behind, but knew he would have to make an escape. He aimed his gun at the man in a red cloak, and earned Edward and the scarred man drawing their own fire arms. "Three against one," The cloaked man said, "You don't stand a chance." Michael knew in a head on fight, he was swiss cheese so tried to think of what he could do. Michael remembered the smoke bomb that Edward had, and looked at the pouch that was had the highest chance of holding the smoke bombs.

"Only in a fair fight," Michael said as he aimed at Edward's hip, and pulled the trigger. The smoke bombs exploded, and everyone but Michael was caught off guard. Through the smoke, Michael could see the clock glowing through the cloth wrapped around it.

Michael ran past the four men, and dove for the clock. The pouch it was in was no longer around it, and Michael touched it directly. Soon a bright light engulfed all of them.


And I'll leave it there for now, so for those of you that guess what is about to happen, I'll lay out the clock of Eden's basis. It only works when you least expect it to.

So, if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.

Arias out.