We left the Inn at dawn, after telling the guys everything she had told me, Arabella told us that the Brotherhood were stationed in Berlin.
"What are you guys, stupid?" Lars asked, "What the hell you guys thinking, if the Nazis are controlled by Templars then Hitler is their leader and he is in Berlin!"
"First of all," Arabella stated impatiently, bags under her eyes, "we are in Berlin because it is the last place the Templars will think to look for us. Second of all, Hitler isn't their leader, Hitler is a pawn, a puppet controlled by strings."
"So who's the puppet master?" I asked interested.
"His name is Wolfgang Vogler."
"'Ey I erd of 'im!" Bernhard said.
We all turned to him, Bernhard never knew anything any of us have never heard of.
"'e's 'sposed ter be dead! He fought in World War I. 'Im and 'Itler were real good friends they was! That is until a grenade came flyin' into the foxhole and he got caught in the blast!"
"That is right," Arabella said, while we were all staring at the Fist, dumbstruck.
"So 'ow's he still alive?"
"Well rumor has it there was no grenade. He yelled that there was a grenade and everyone ran out, and he crawled out of a secret hole, pulled the pin of a grenade and dropped it in. everyone thought he died in there except for a young Adolf Hitler."
We got into Arabella's car and we started off toward Berlin.
Arabella turned her attention to me, "Joachim," she said, "do you know anything about your family history?"
"No," I told her, "my mother told me there wasn't anything special about my ancestors."
"Nothing special!" She scoffed, "Your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, stopped his maniacal assassin master Al Mualim, from controlling all of Islam! Your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, was an amazing assassin, he stopped Pope Alexander VI from a diabolical scheme."
"Astounding! My ancestors, amazing assassins!"
We reached a checkpoint entering into Berlin. After showing the Nazis their , they made their way through the city. They passed store after store when finally they reached a rundown old building.
"This is your brotherhood's headquarters?" Lars scoffed.
"This is just a cover," Arabella said, "we can't have a nice looking place for a sanctuary if we don't want Nazis coming in to take it over."
Lars looked defeated. He didn't talk much after that.
We walked into what seemed to be a coffee house. There was a man behind the counter. When we approached Arabella said, "Hail the Creed."
The man bowed and said, "And my the Brotherhood be there when in need." He then pulled back the curtain to reveal another room, which we entered. Inside there was a table, some chairs, a bar, and on a flag as big as the wall and imprinted on the flag was the symbol on my belt buckle. I stared long and hard at it until I heard a voice from behind me.
"The symbol of the mörder. (assassin)" It said. I turned to see a middle aged man. He looked strangely familiar only I couldn't put a name to the face. "Ahh, mein neffe! (my nephew)"
"You are... mein onkel? (My Uncle)" I asked.
"Ja! (yes) It is so good to see you, my boy." My uncle said, "If you do not remember me, then let me please introduce myself. I am Ludwig Adler, it is nice to see you after 20 years dear boy!"
"It is good to see you Onkel." I said
"Ja, ja. So, you have met Arabella I see. Gut, gut. (good, good)" He looked over and saw my friends in the doorway. "Ah and who do we have here?"
"Ah, Onkel these are my closest friends. Falco, Lars, and Bernhard."
After formalities my uncle asked to see the Apple. When I showed him a look of victory flashed across his face.
"Ahh, excellent. Very good! Thank you for the help, Joachim. But I think we can take it from here."
"What? No we want to help, Onkel!"
"I know but there is nothing more you can do for us dear boy!"
"Onkel please!"
"Don't make me get people to throw you out neffe. You are too young to be fighting against our government."
"To young? I am 21 years old!"
"And you still have a whole life to live! Leave! Now!"
I sat there, stunned. I found and transported the Apple to him and now he is throwing me out.
"Scheiße. (Bullshit)" I swore as I stormed out of the room.
I was in my room at an inn nearby when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and Arabella came running in.
"Gott sei Dank! (Thank God!) You are still here!" she ran to me.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"It... It's your onkel!" She told me, "He... he betrayed us! After you left the Nazis came. He gave it to them without a fight and they brought him with them, not as a prisoner but as an ally!"
"Sohn von ein miststück! (son of a bitch!) I knew there was something going on when he refused to take my help!"
"What are we going to do? The Templars have the Apple!"
"Wake the guys, we have a lot of planning to do."
We sat up very late into the night and finally we came up with a plan.
"So we all know what we are doing now, ja?" I asked.
"Ja," my band of assassins said.
"Hervorragend (Excellent). We leave at dawn."
The next day, I would approach the gates of Hitler's private home, knowing from my sources that Wolfgang would be there. I would then have the local homeless distract the guards that are outside, by begging for money. I would then slip inside disguised as a butler. After that I would let the others in through the back. We would then sneak up to Hitler's office where he, mein onkel, and Wolfgang Vogler will be talking about what they would be doing with the Apple. Unfortunately, not everything goes according to plan.
April 29th, 1945 Berlin, Germany
Instead I went walking over to the gates dressed and ready and when the homeless people went asking the guards for money they shot them in cold blood.
"Verdammen! (damn!)" I swore to myself. "How am I going to get in there now?"
Just then I noticed that a little of the barbwire was missing off the wall surrounding the house. So I climbed up and over the wall careful not to be seen by any of the guards. Then I went along with the rest of the plan. Unfortunately, my disguise worked too well because people actually thought I was a butler and had me going everywhere trying to clean up the house.
Finally I made it to the backdoor but when I opened it the team wasn't there.
I made and eagle sound to tell them it was safe, and then I heard something I hoped I never would.
An intercom came on, "ATTENTION, WE HAVE CAUGHT ASSASSINS TRYING TO BREAK IN AND ASSASSINATE HITLER."
"Verdammen!" I swore again. I started up the stairs figuring that's where my friends were being taken. I stopped at the door into Hitler's office. I put my ear to the door and head voices.
"Nein!" The first voice yelled, "We will deal with the assassins after we figure out what we are going to do with the Apple!"
A second voice spoke, it said in a scared panicky voice, "But allgemein Vogler (General Vogler), the Russisch (Russians) are closing in! We don't have much time!"
"Then lets hurry up and figure out what the hell we are going to do!" The first voice, who is obviously Vogler, yelled.
"How about," came a third voice that I recognized as my uncle, "we do something about the spy we have at the door."
There were footsteps and I broke into a run, away from the door and toward where I thought my friends would be. I ran into the underground bunker and found my friends. I untied the lot of them and when I turned to leave I ran into a closed, and locked, door.
"Ficken!" I cursed.
The little panel on the door opened, and my uncle's eyes appeared. "Ahh, Joachim!" he said, "How great it is to see you! Should've left Berlin when you had the chance. Now you shall die. Goodbye!"
"You ficken, hahn saugen, verräter! (traitor!)" I swore as I banged my fisted hand against the door. "Let me out so I can rip your ficken throat out you unehelich!"
"Ehhh... no." He shut the panel and I heard him walking away, laughing.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn't take it, being betrayed by my own flesh and blood. My plan, my perfectly planned plan, foiled. And the Templars would be keeping the Apple, there was no way for me to get it back.