So, I had a lot of free time on my hands at work today, so here's Ch. 6.

The Legend of Midna: Twilight Creed

Chapter Six: Memory Sequence 5

"Wake up, Adam," said Caroline. "We've got a lot of work to do today."

"Where's the Doc?" I asked stupidly. If that prick wasn't here, who gave a shit where he was?

"He's tied up in a board meeting," she replied, "which is good for us. We can do a lot more good without him."

"Alright, well, let's get on with it, I guess," I sighed. I didn't particularly want to get back in the animus, but doing it with Mason there wouldn't be quite as bad.

"You expect me to wear this?" demanded La Volpe. "I will look ridiculous!"

"I don't know," said Ezio. "I think I could get used to this." The new disguises for the Italians had been brought to the hideout, and I couldn't help but laugh on the inside as I watched their reactions. The new Assassin robes had been made to suit the individuals. Ezio and Machiavelli's were long and flowing, deep purple embroidered with Twili sigils; typical dress of the Noble class. Machiavelli's also had with it a silver garment akin to a Roman toga to signify his role as a politician. La Volpe, however, had garments suited to his role as a thief; his consisted of a simple black tunic and breeches, identifying him as part of the lower class.

"Of course you could," La Volpe shot back. "You look as though you could buy all of Italia."

"I was referring more to the material these are made of," Ezio said diplomatically. "What is this fabric exactly?"

"Shadow," I said simply.

"What do you mean?" Ezio pressed.

"Just what I said," I said. "In this world we weave pure shadow into fabric. That's why you don't see really any warm colors. You can't very well dye woven shadow; it causes it to dissipate. But as you can see, it's a strong fabric when left on its own, and it's lighter than silk."

"I suppose that is a silver lining around this cloud," said La Volpe.

"There still is the problem of our skin color," Machiavelli said. "Humans are still unwelcome here, minus His Majesty. We could still be found out that way."

"Taken care of," I said matter-of-factly. "Before we leave for missions, you humans will have to apply a layer of blue powder dusting to your faces; thankfully your Assassin robes cover the skin everywhere else. Machiavelli is the only one of you, though, who will not have to do this."

"And why is that?" Ezio asked.

"You see his silver overgarment? That is called an wym in my people's tongue. It signifies his role as a politician. Because of this, his cover can be that he is an ambassador from either Hyrule or Termina, whichever His Majesty decided. Because the people will think he is such, they will not be suspicious of another human's presence near the king."

"Excellent," said Machiavelli. "We have everything we need now to begin a proper investigation. Llwynog, this time I think you and Ezio should go out and find at least one of these men in the pictograph you gave us. I believe Ezio possesses certain, em…talents, that will make it a bit easier."

"Yes," said Ezio. "We must go at once."

"As soon as you put on your makeup," La Volpe snickered under his breath.

Ezio and I returned to the Wllyhoau to begin our search anew. I did not know what talents Machiavelli had mentioned, but I trusted his judgment. As we weaved between people, it seemed like ages, and I was starting to lose hope, until finally Ezio said, "There."

He nodded in the direction toward the western districts, and began to move with purpose through the crowd. I could see nothing that would inspire such confidence, but I trusted the Mentor's judgment as well, and so I followed, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. We traversed several alleys until finally we came to a low wall covered in black ivy, and Ezio held a hand up to stop me.

"He is here," said Ezio, and he lowered his hand. "One of them, at least. We will need to proceed with caution. Now, here is my plan."

I listened carefully to Ezio's plan, and when he had finished, I scaled the building from which the wall protruded. Once on the roof, I could see a series of crossbeams that spanned the gap to the next building over, and also that the low ivy-covered wall separated a small garden from the alleys on either side. In the garden stood a shorter, stocky Twili man who appeared to be waiting for something, as he repeatedly glanced impatiently from one alley to the next. It was now or never, and doing as Ezio had instructed, I tossed a knife toward the alley where Ezio and I had stood. The Twili turned to where my blade had struck ground, jumped, and started to hurry away out the other side. Now was my moment. As gracefully as the birds of the air, I launched myself from the rooftop and landed directly in front of him.

"Gah!" he cried upon my sudden appearance. "Whoever you are, leave me alone!" He turned to run, but obstructing his only escape route was Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

"You are going nowhere," declared Ezio, "until you tell us what we want to know."

"I know nothing," he stammered.

"Oh, I think we both know that isn't true," said Ezio. A silent look passed between he and I, and before the Twili could react, I had him in a headlock.

"Now," said Ezio, "tell me who you are."

"My name is Ganym," he sputtered. "Now please, leave me be."

"Not until you tell the rest of what you know," Ezio said, his eyes like cold steel. "Who are you working with?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Ganym through gritted teeth.

"Then why did you look so impatient before we met?" I hissed into his ear.

"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about," Ganym insisted. Then he cried out as I kicked his knees out from under him, bringing him to the ground.

"I'll ask you again," said Ezio. "Tell me who you are working with."

"Fine, I'll tell you," said Ganym. "There are three others. Their names are Cathar, and the Demien brothers Raven and Orion. I was only recruited recently to their cause; if they work for a higher power, I do not know it. Now, leave me alone and I swear I will renounce them forever. I am growing tired of Cathar's constant belittlement and the Demiens' games."

"Very well," said Ezio. "There is just one thing more we require of you."

"What is that?"

"Your life," I hissed, and sent my hidden blade shooting out deep into Ganym's neck.

"You did well today," said Ezio as we rose to our feet. "I hope you feel redeemed."

"I do, Mentor," I said.

"Good." He cast his gaze around. "Now, we must hide the body. There is a well nearby. Toss it down there, and then we will return to the hideout together."

"Yes, Mentor," I said. I gathered Ganym's body, now devoid of anything else to give us, and carried it to where Ezio had said. Then I returned and together we set off down the alleys back to the chapel to report back to Machiavelli.

"So Ganym named three others," said Link. "They should be easy enough to find, at least as far as what city they can be found in is concerned. I'll have them searched in the tax registry and find out where you need to go. You have done very well."

"What were the names?" asked Machiavelli. "We should keep a chart of these conspirators."

"Their names were Cathar, Raven Demien, and Orion Demien," I said. "I've heard of Cathar. I believe he operates a trade cart between here and Makevi Village, but I could be mistaken. It would be better to check and be sure than to follow a hunch and be wrong."

"Truer words have not been spoken," agreed Machiavelli. "Very well, for now we will bide our time and plan."

"Alright, Adam," said Caroline. "You can get up."

"Already?" I asked. "I was just getting to the good part."

"A sense of humor as well? That's always a good thing to have, especially in these troubling times."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "You work for Abstergo, so how troubling could they be?"

"Let me worry about that," she said. "You just rest up for tomorrow."