Chapter 5
Bastard!
"If you wash it, the pain will go away!"
"What do you know!?"
"That if you don't clean it, it will get infected!"
"Says who!?"
"Me!!"
Altair and Morgan glared at each other. Altair, sitting on a bench, was rubbing his wounded leg. It was really starting to get to him and Morgan had suggested cleaning it and wrapping a new and clean cloth around it. However, the assassin didn't find this such a good idea. "I'm not weak!" He said, trying to stand up, only to flinch from the pain, "I can deal with this on my own…"
"You really are like Harry el Retard-o over there," Morgan stated, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the same retarded man she feared of falling on only an hour or so before.
Altair glared at her, "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"
She crossed her arms and leaned forward a bit, "It means that you should listen to me! I come from a far more advanced time then you and I know medical stuff!"
Altair smirked and raised and eyebrow, "Medical 'stuff'?" He questioned.
"Shut up!" She hissed, gaining a few more stares, "My point is that you need to clean it before you die!"
"I'm not going to die from a simple leg wound!" He yelled tossing his hands up into the air and walking away.
She growled loudly and looked to Harry, "Can you believe this guy!?" She finally noticed who she was talking to, "Oh!" She groaned and ran after Altair.
"Where's the first person who has the information?" He asked.
Morgan was a bit taken back from his question, "Huh?"
"My first target… where is it?" He demanded.
She glared at him, "Oh no you don't! You're not going to use me to get your missions done!"
He slowed down a bit so she could walk beside him, "If you want to get out of here alive then I suggest you tell me-"
"No…"
"Yes…"
"No…"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Why are you so annoying!?" Altair yelled.
Morgan jumped and grabbed his robe, pulling him into a dark alley. She leaned behind the ledge and saw a band of soldiers walking past. Altair blinked and mentally sighed, relived. If she hadn't seen them, there would have been trouble- something he knew they could deal without.
"Did you hear something?" One of the soldiers asked.
"I did see a man and a woman arguing a ways up…"
"… I see neither man nor woman arguing…"
"Could be they saw us coming and disappeared…"
Altair cursed under his breath and pulled her further into the alley. "This is bad…" She stated, flatly.
Altair nodded, "We need to hurry with our mission. Otherwise, we'll be discovered."
Morgan smiled and nudged his stomach with her elbow, "You know all about that, don't you?"
He glared down at her and she laughed nervously. Sighing, she looked around, making sure there was no one else around. Besides a few people passing by, paying no attention to them, they were alone. Without warning, Altair gripped her arm and pulled her away. "Hey!!" She yelped.
"Come on, we can't afford to sit here and look around!" He snapped at her.
"Why not!?" She snapped back, "For you're information, I'm trying to find your first Interrogation…"
Altair seemed shocked by this as was Morgan. What the fuck was I thinking!? She screamed to herself mentally.
"Well, where is it!?" He demanded eagerly.
Morgan raised her eyebrows and smirked, "Oh, look who's come running back to me for help!" His eye brows fell as he began to grind his teeth together, "I mean, you think I'm really going to help you after you were so mean to me!?"
"I will kill you," She opened her mouth to say something about the Creed, but he continued before she could say anything, "And just tell the Rafek you got killed in battle…"
Morgan's eyes widened in shock as she backed up a bit to be at a further distance from him, "Y-you wouldn't…"
"I won't…" He said, crossing his arms, "Unless you tell me where my first interrogation is…"
She glared at him, "You suck…"
"Thank you… location…"
She looked around and tried to remember where they were. She could hear Altair shuffle his feet, before tapping one. A sweat broke out on her forehead, "Um…"
She could hear him perk up, "Well…"
"Let's just say…"
"… You don't know where it is, do you?"
"I know what he's saying," She tried, smiling nervously.
He rolled his eyes, "If you want something done right, do it yourself…" He looked up and around.
Morgan knew what he was looking for; a place to look out over the city. She looked around and saw people staring at them. She gave them a nervous smile, "He's crazy…" She said, shrugging, "Thinks Jesus is going to fall from the sky and save him. Don't worry; I got it under control…"
Some people nodded and walked away; other stared at Altair a bit longer as he turned around in circles trying to find a high building or something. "Found it!" He said, and ran off.
Morgan put her hands in her pockets, "See…" She said to the people, before walking with him.
Morgan leaned her head against the wall, trying to make out Altair up above her. The sun wasn't helping her very much and was beginning to burn up her eyes. She rubbed them and leaned forward on her knees. The person next to her stood up and began talking to another man. She didn't pay any attention to them and instead pulled out her cell phone. She had no bars- no shocker there- and a tiny phone was in the upper left hand corner with a red slash through it.
"No Service…" She muttered to herself and clicked, "View" for her three text messages. One was from her friend Megan, the other from Kyle (the guy who her friend Tim liked), and the last from some number she didn't know. First came the one from Megan:
"Don't 4get about the project due next week in English. Ms. M wants it done with a bibliography attached to the back."
She laughed silently to herself. That wasn't going to be a problem, seeing as by the time she got back, it would probably be 2 weeks after the project was due. Next was the one from Kyle:
"Are you sure Tim likes me? I mean, it would be cool if he did like me, but what if he doesn't… HELP!"
She rolled her eyes and wrote a reply:
"Yes! I know for a fact he likes you! String up a sack and call him!"
Saving it to her outbox, she went to the final message:
"You can't hide forever, man. We'll find you… Count on it…"
Another roll of the eyes. If only she had connection, she could call up Dan, the man who was apart of some gang who was given the wrong number by someone who screwed him over. Ironically, it was her number the man had given, and every once in awhile, she got to have a nice conversation with Dan who was actually a nice guy. Just a nice guy you really didn't want to cross.
"I'm telling you, its rats!"
"No, its children; I hear them laughing!"
Morgan looked up at the two talking. It then hit her that they were one of the Eavesdropping assignments that she had to do in the game. She smirked and leaned back, confidently, Oh, Altair's going to owe me big time for this…
"Rats or children, either way, it's bad for business. All that noise!"
"Someone needs to get on those beams and clear them out!"
"I wonder how they're getting up there…"
"Must be through the central court yard…"
"Then we should ask the guards to have a look!"
"Ah, they're all much to busy polishing the backside of their master!"
Morgan watched them walk past, smirking. One of them caught her gaze and glared at her, "What are you looking at!?"
She jumped and averted her gaze to her shoes. He laughed triumphantly before continuing on his way.
"CRASH!!"
Morgan jumped and turned to a carriage full of hay. Looking around no one noticed anything, not even the people standing next to the cart. She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on!" She groaned loudly, storming over to the cart as Altair jumped out.
"What?" He growled, brushing some hay off.
"No one saw that…" She questioned looking around, "You can't actually think I'll believe that no one saw that!"
"No one was looking so they didn't see…"
"Yeah, but-"
"Just shut up and stay behind me," He barked, "I know of where a preacher will be…"
Morgan rolled her eyes, "But Altair, I have-"
"An annoying voice and no opinion…?"
She gritted her teeth and glared up at him, "No… never mind…"
Bastard, see if I'll tell you now…
Altair smirked triumphantly, "Good, now follow me…"
Morgan glared at his figure, "Meh, meh meh meh meh…" She mocked, shaking her head.
"… As Tamir drove his caravan north, he came across the Salasan Leader and his starving men. Most fortunate for them both, each having something the other wanted. Some say were it not for Tamir, Salahadein's men would surely have turned on him…"
"Does this man ever shut up!?" Morgan yelled to Altair, who sat on a bench, just as bored as she was. It was the fifth time they had heard it and Altair was beginning to wonder if he could preach what the man was saying. He looked at Morgan and saw her foot tapping really fast on the ground. He saw some people staring at her. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't changed out of her "Future" clothes or maybe because she was "silently" ranting to herself about the preacher.
"Could be we won the battle because of that man…" The preacher said finally and began to step down.
"Finally!" Morgan smiled and went to stand up, but Altair grabbed her sweatshirt's arm and pulled her back down. "Hey!" She yelped.
"Wait a minute…" He said, leaning back and watching his target, "We have to wait until I know where he's going…"
Morgan let her eyes close half way as she glared at him. "So… how long is that going to take?"
Altair didn't answer and instead stood up and walked away. She sighed and stood up slowly following Altair with her hands in her pockets and her heels skidding on the ground as she walked. "Pick you feet up."
She glared at his back and continued to do it, only louder this time. He sent her a glare of Satan and she stood up straight, walking in perfect order. He smirked and turned back around. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms, mumbling things to herself.
Altair planned his moves perfectly, waiting until the preacher went down an alley way were only a few people were, some talking amongst themselves and others resting on benches. Morgan looked around, noting how peaceful it seemed. Nothing was wrong besides the fact a man was being followed by someone who planned to beat the living crap out of him.
She watched as Altair finally unleashed a punch on the guy. The preacher was a bit shocked but quickly turned around and tried to fight back. Morgan was somewhat surprised at how fast he attacked the poor guy. She moved to dodge the fight only to have Altair shove her back out of the way. It was then that she saw a fist go flying where her nose was… a fist with a missing finger… "You bastard!! You tried to hit me!!" She yelled.
Another shove and she stumbled back and crashed into a few baskets. Rice and Grain fell on her head and into her clothes. She clenched her teeth, trying to pass the pain in her buttocks by. Opening one eye, she saw the Preacher hold up his hands, "Alright I give up!"
"You seem to know quite a bit about Tamir!" Altair said, with a small gasp, "Tell me what he's planning!"
"I know only of the stories I tell, nothing more!" He tried.
"Bastard!" Morgan yelled, pointing at the preacher from her same position, "The bastard knows more…" She tried to think of what it was, "What it is, I haven't quite remembered yet, but I know it's something!"
Altair stared at her for a minute longer, "A pity, a lair isn't needed nor is he wanted. No reason to let you live unless you can be truthful in return!"
"Wait, wait! There is one thing!" The preacher said, fear laced in his onyx eyes.
"Told ya…" She smiled, triumphantly.
Altair gave her a death glare before turning back to him, "Continue…"
"He is preoccupied as of late. He oversees the production of many, many weapons…"
"Tell us something we don't know douche bag…" Morgan growled trying to stand up, "Crap, my jacket's stuck…"
"What of it!?" Altair growled, ignoring her, "They are meant for Salahadein! This does not help me-"
"Us…" Morgan cut him off.
"…" He glared at her, "Us… which means it does not help you."
"No, stop, listen! Not Salahadein! They are for someone else! The crest these arms bear, they are different, unfamiliar!"
Morgan perked up and smirked to the preacher, "Ah, so Tamir is being a dummy and switching sides… how pleasant…"
"Yes, Tamir supports another. But I know not who…"
"Is that all!?"
"Yes, yes! I have told you everything I know."
"Then it is time for you to rest…"
"Don't stab him!" Morgan called then rolled her eyes when he did, "Yet you do it anyway…"
Letting the body fall to the ground he turned back to her, "What, did you really think I was going to let him go?"
Morgan looked around at the other people; no one seemed to notice what had happened. "Wow, people here are really blind…"
"They know their place," Altair said, dragging the body behind some baskets, "They know not to meddle into other people's business…"
She stared up at him and knew that somehow, in some indirect way, he was talking about her. Deciding not to go into it she turned back to where her jacket was stuck, "Why are you just sitting there?" He asked, walking over to her.
"Well, when a certain someone tried to punch me in the face!" She yelled glaring at him, "And then shoved me into these baskets, I got stuck…"
Altair smirked at the memory of almost hitting her, "Well get un-stuck!"
"Easier said then done, asshole…" She muttered.
Altair grabbed her and yanked her up, "Listen, wench-!"
"Hey, thanks!!" She smiled to him.
He blinked a few times before realizing that she had gotten herself out a while ago and was just to lazy to get up by herself. She pulled herself from his grip and fixed herself, "Alright, onward!!"