Chapter 3

Working Together

Altair cursed at his luck; first the woman with an attitude problem, now he had to find a way out of the house with them both alive. The thought of tossing the girl out into the guards came to his mind, and his lips broke out into a smirk. But then the Creed slipped into his mind and he found some sort of way that he would get in trouble for hurting the innocent.

He cautiously peered around the corner and saw about 10 or 15 guards walking down the hall. How can they fit that many guards in that small of a hallway? He asked himself, aggravated.

He sighed and put his head against the wall. "Looks like," Morgan whispered to him, "We'll have to go your way…"

He looked down at her and nodded, "Out the window we go…"

Altair let go of her waist and grabbed her wrist instead, pulling her to the window. She softly wrapped her fingers around the lock and pushed it up, unlocking it. Altair wasted no time in pushing it open. She put one leg over the windowsill and he helped her stand up on it. Morgan grabbed onto a pole and pulled herself up, with little strain; she was stronger then she thought. Altair watched her, to make sure she didn't fall. He ignored the excellent view he had and looked back to the opening. When she was a good distance up, he began to climb up onto the sill of the window.

"THERE HE IS!"

He jumped and looked with wide eyes to the gape in the wall. The guards ran at him, pulling out swords. In no mood for a fight, Altair quickly jumped up and grabbed the pole. When he almost pulled himself up, one guard grabbed his pant leg and began to tug. He almost completely fell, but grabbed the ledge. "NO!" He shouted, refusing to go into the room.

Morgan peered down and gasped, "Altair!" She shouted. She jumped down to the bar above him and reached out a hand.

Altair thought the hand was for him, but instead she reached for some throwing knifes he had stolen from a civilian. He glared at her, "Hey!" He shouted.

She pulled one out and aimed it. Altair's eyes went wide; she was going to kill him! That little wench! "Why you little…!" He growled.

She tossed it and he closed his eyes tight, but all her heard was the screaming below him. He opened his brown eyes and looked to see the guard let loose of his leg and reach up slowly to the throwing knife impaling the middle of his forehead. He looked back up at her and she was reaching out a hand, "Come on!" She yelled.

He shooed her hand away, not needing her help, and fully climbed up the pole. She rolled her eyes and quickly began to scale the wall, until she reached the roof. She didn't even bother trying to help him anymore; she knew he wouldn't accept it. She pulled herself up and looked around. Someplace to hide…

Altair quickly came up after and looked at her. She turned around, "We need to hide somewhere!"

He pulled out his sword, "No time!"

Morgan glared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Fighting back…!" He replied.

She stood behind him and continued, "What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't get in my way," He said finally.

She gulped and looked back down at the throwing knives in her hands. She furrowed her eyebrows, Wait a tick, he's hasn't gotten to the rank for these… Unless… He must of pick-pocketed them from someone…

She looked up at him as a guard to the right attacked. Altair brought his blade up his stomach, across his chest, and out his neck. A scream rang through the air. She jumped back as he fell next to her and she let out a yelp. Altair ran at another guard, leaving her open. "Hey!" She yelled, glaring at him.

"What?" He grunted to her, kicking a guard in the stomach.

"Don't leave me alone like this!"

"Well, I'm trying to kill some guards!"

"So?"

"I can't kill them if I have to watch you too!" He yelled stabbing one in the stomach.

She covered her ears for a minute to hush out the screams. She opened them again to see Altair attack a guard but get punched in the stomach. She gasped and saw him flinch and eye his own leg. She looked down at it as well and saw a pretty good gash. She groaned clutching her stomach; bleeding guards trying to kill her was okay, a bleeding Altair who is trying to save their skins isn't.

"Ha-ha!" a guard laughed, "We got you know!"

Oh my God! She thought, growling to herself, no fucking way is he going to die! He can't die! That would be so unlike Altair… She stopped and blinked looking down at her hands, Thank you Altair for being a natural pick-pocket!

She killed the first guard with ease, so the next one shouldn't be so hard either. Luckily for her, no one was really paying any mind to her seeing as her mouth stayed shut. She moved her feet a bit so she was in a comfortable stance. She watched them for a minute, sliding a blade between her fingers.

"Go to Hell!" A guard yelled charging at him.

Altair swung his sword at him, blocking the attack. A sneak attack was preformed by one that ran around him to his back. Morgan watched him and waited until he was in good enough view. When she could get a clear shot, she flung her hand out and waited. The man screamed and grabbed his throat. He fell back and yelled for another minute before completely dying. She smirked and looked at the men staring at her. She smiled and shrugged. Altair took his eyes off of her and growled, "Stupid woman!" He yelled stabbing his opponent in the stomach. Kicking him off his blade, he twisted around and hit the last guard in the leg, making him drop down to his knees. Once down that, he shoved the blade into this shoulder and down his heart. He yanked it out and panted.

Morgan walked over to him, "You okay?" She asked, motioning to the cut.

He glared at her, "I told you to stay back! Why did you do exact the opposite of what I said?"

"You were going to get killed!" She replied, getting in his face, "Which would you rather: Death or getting saved?"

"…" He glared at her, "In all truth, Death would have been better."

Her mouth dropped open as she glared at him, "That's it, I officially don't like you!"

He walked around her, "Not my problem…"

"Yes it is!" She said, crossing her arms, "I'll just stay here!"

"Oh, so you can get caught by the guards who heard the noise?" He asked, turning around. A smirk was plastered on his face.

Oh, how Morgan wanted to slap it off… But she refrained.

She growled, "No…" She ran up to him, "So, we're heading to the Rafek's place?"

"The Assassin's Bureau and yes, I am, you're just following me there so the Rafek can tell me what do with you." He corrected.

"Hey, listen!" She said, pointing at him, but stopped when he jumped over a gap. Her finger fell, into a fist and she slouch her shoulders, signaling that she was angry.

He turned around, "What?" He said, "Why are you just standing there?"

"I can't jump over that!" She yelled, pointing to it.

"And why the hell not?" He asked, glaring at her.

"Cause…!" She started, than had to think about it, "Um, I could fall onto…" She looked down and saw a retarded guy walking by, "The retarded dude!"

Altair looked down with her, than let his brown eyes trail to hers, which were studying him. "Jump… now…"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"I'll come over there and get you!"

"And that would be perfect!" She smiled, "Why didn't you think of that in the first place!"

"Woman…!" He yelled, pointing at her, "Jump over the gap now!"

"… N-o-o-o-o-o-o!" She droned out.

Altair was twitching now. He jumped over the gap and grabbed her again. "Hey!" She yelled.

He tugged her along with him and jumped, making her jump as well. When they landed, she stumbled and grabbed onto his neck. "Get off!" He yelled, pushing her back.

"Ah- ah!" She yelled, swinging her arms hopelessly to regain balance on the ledge.

He jumped and grabbed onto her sweatshirt hood, pulling her back. "Would you be careful?"

"Would you not shove me?"

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Shut up, yes it does!"

"How…?" He asked, crossing his arms.

She opened her mouth, than closed it. She turned around, "Shut up…"

He shook his head, "Put your hood up…" He said, walking away.

"Are you kidding?" She asked, shocked, "It's like 500 degrees out here!"

He grabbed her hood and forcing it down on her head, "Listen! You attacked the guards! They know your face and now you are now one of the enemy's targets!"

She looked up at him with a worried face, "Are you serious?"

"That's what you get for not listening to me…" Altair stated; a hint matter-of-fact in his voice.

She glared at him, "You know… I don't like you…"

Altair shrugged, "Again, not my problem…" He smirked and began to walk off.

"It will be your problem!" She said, following him, "'Cause you're going to need my help! And guess what…!"
"Tell me…" He said, rolling his eyes.

"I won't be there!"

"Oh, wow!" He replied, sarcastically, "No! Not that!"

She gritted her teeth and glared at him, "Why are you so mean? Is it because you're wearing a dress?"

Altair stopped, "It's not a dress…"

"Yeah, it's a dress…"

"It's not a dress!" He yelled grabbing her.

She stared at him, "Alright! I'm sorry! It's not a dress…" She held up her hands defensively.

He made an aggravated noise and stormed off, tossing his hands in the air. He jumped up some boxes and stormed off. She blinked before climbing up after him. "Hey! Altair! Wait!" She yelled, running after him.

"What?" He growled. She's really starting to- "Oh, my God!"

Morgan popped up in front of him. He glared down at her, "What?"

She sighed, "You can't just leave me there!"

"I wasn't going to!" He yelled, "You were just standing there! I'm not going to carry you…"

She rolled her eyes, "Well, at least give me a warning or something! Don't just leave, what if the guards come back?"

"Then you run…"

She narrowed her eyes, "I really don't like you…"