Alright, I know it has been a long ass time since I've updated this story, but it is still alive I promise you. I just had some motivational issues after I deleted this entire chapter a few months ago, and never really got back to it. I'm back now, and probably not going to update this for a while again, so enjoy this chapter.
Michael shook his head as he watched the men talk, not really listening to what they were saying. He felt like he had just done this, but chalked it up to his imagination. After he cleared his head, Michael leaped from the roof and turned his momentum forward in a roll. Getting to his feet without slowing down he ran towards the four men.
Michael got the feeling that the mercenary of the group was onto him, and changed his course slightly. Before he reached them, kicked the cloaked man in the back and into the table. The table flipped, sending all of the papers flying, and allowing Michael to draw the pistol from its holster and fire in the general direction of the older man.
He was grabbed from behind by Edward. Michael countered by elbowing him in the stomach, after he reached into Edward's smoke bomb pouch after he felt Edward's grip loosen, and threw down a smoke bomb. Michael dropped to the floor, grabbed a map, then ran towards the railing outside of the room.
There was a gunshot, followed by a sharp pain in Michael's leg. Despite his wounded leg, Michael tried to jump over the railing, resulting in a sharp pain running through his entire leg and him falling to the ground outside of the manor. Michael was in such a deep amount of pain he could barely move, but once he got enough control over his body to get up, he started towards a lift.
Michael swung his blade at the rope, and was shot to the roof. Thinking he'd be safe he took a relaxed breath, only to realize that there were some more nimble guards already after him. Michael wasn't able to get far before they had him surrounded on the rooftops. He held his hands up as if to surrender, then took the map out. He tore it into tiny pieces and smiled, thinking that he was at least able to keep whatever locations that were marked on the map hidden.
One guard came at him to arrest him, only to get his wrist broken, and his blade shoved into his own throat. Michael took the gun from the dead guard's holster, and fired it at the next one. It wasn't long before the next two came at him at once. Michael barely dodged the first one, and stabbed the second one. He then took the nearly dead guard on his blade, and kicked him towards the other. Michael heard gunshots from the manor, and saw that the four men were using him as target practice.
Michael quickly dove off of the roof and into a bale of hay being carted by a horse. Michael took a deep breath, and sighed a sigh of relief as he finally got a rest from his busy day. A hand reached into the hay, and pulled him out. Michael looked up to see Edward's face, then around to see three guards with guns on him. This day was just getting better and better.
Suddenly, Michael felt woozy, and light-headed. It was at this point that he remembered his wounded leg, and chuckled, "Well, it could have been worse," he said to himself before everything went dark.
Two days later.
Michael felt himself being dragged on the floor, his feet in chains and his arms shackled. He opened his eyes to see two men in yellow uniforms dragging him onto a ship. He saw the rising sun on the horizon, and knew that time had passed since he had last been conscious. The sensation of being dragged ended when the chains around his ankles were attached to a pole.
His head was still spinning from unconsciousness, but he could tell that they were moving, and that there was someone next to him, "Who're you?" Michael asked as he shook his head, the blurriness starting to fade away.
"You already know me," Edward answered as he stared at Michael, "I'm surprised you are still alive mate. Sorry about the gunshot, had to play my part."
"I hate you," Michael answered as he saw a third man to Edward's right, "What about you?"
"Adewale," he answered with a thick Caribbean accent, "So, when do we escape? There are three of us, and a rusty chain holding this bar."
"I suggest that we break the chains when we are pretty far out at sea," Michael said as he felt the subtle change in the ship's movement, "at least they won't be able to reinforce our enemies from the land. Any of you know where we are going?"
"To our deaths," Edward said in a low voice as a guard came over and gave the three moldy bread.
"That isn't edible..." Michael said after the guard walked away, "It's like I'm under Stalin's rule."
"Who is this Stalin?" Adewale asked as he pushed his bread away, crossing his arms out of defiance, "I had better food when I was a slave."
"Uhm... one of my old captains, real piece of work he was," Michael said after a second to think about it. This was way before Stalin even existed, so the reference would be lost on anyone in this time. Michael would have to remember that most people wouldn't be able to know what he did. Michael could use that to his advantage, at least for big events. Smaller ones he wouldn't be able to predict precisely. Michael leaned back and folded his arms behind his head, "So, what's the plan?"
"While they were dragging me onto this ship, I saw other prisoners being brought aboard the others. There is more than enough to crew a brig, which there is one at the front of the treasured fleet."
Michael thought the name of the fleet sounded familiar, and vaguely remembered a punishment where he had to map out weather patterns of the 1700's, it was a great help that his specific group had been given the animus program, and started mapping out their genetic memories, but that was it. As Michael was thinking, he zoned out what Adewale was saying.
"- When we have control of the brig, and disabled the crews of the other ships, we will sail out as free men."
Michael nodded to the last part, then laid back, "Wake me when you think it is time for us to break out," he told the other two men, keeping his gaze away from the pirate responsible for getting him here in the first place. It wasn't long before Michael fell back asleep, despite just waking up from his unconscious state.
Hoped you liked it, if you did, follow and leave a review. Also a little self-promotion, if you like this story, check out Assassin 3099, it is a little something I cooked up a while back, and finally completed, that actual storyline will continue if you like it and don't want it to stop.
