Not wanting to stay inside and do nothing, Darko followed Johnny out. Only George, who was unarmed and bad at fighting, remained inside the building.
"What are you doing? Get back inside!" Johnny demanded.
Drawing his Luger P08 pistol, Darko refused. "I wouldn't be what I am today if I couldn't fight. I can take care of myself, I promise."
Johnny relented and told him, "Shoot every man you see that's armed and in a turban or keffiyeh regardless of skin colour."
At the end of the street, Darko encountered a trio of riflemen in keffiyehs. One of them looked a lot like a Spaniard, but Darko followed Johnny's words and shot all of them with his pistol.
Taking a turn, Darko entered a mini-warzone. Spanish soldiers were trying to defend a road blockade from a larger group of men in keffiyehs and turbans. Darko opened fire on them from behind, having the element of surprise.
Together the Spanish soldiers and Darko took down the attackers. Darko ran up to the soldiers, dressed in full battle uniform and well-armed.
"Thanks for your help!" a soldier said with gratitude. "So who are you? A mercenary, or a covert agent, or someone else?"
"If I was a covert agent I wouldn't be allowed to tell you, wouldn't I?" Darko said with a grin. "I'm just a peace-loving man. A peace-loving man with guns and combat skills. Is there anywhere else that's under heavy attack?"
Another soldier replied, "Turn around and walk down the street. At the first intersection you come upon take a left. Further down that road is a security checkpoint under attack."
"Viva Libertad," Darko said with a fist over his heart before leaving the scene.
As he walked away, the soldiers cried with spirit, "Viva Libertad!"
Following the directions given by the soldier, Darko came upon a military checkpoint that was indeed under attack. Coincidentally Johnny was also there, aiding the Spaniards in defending the checkpoint.
Not wanting to waste anymore bullets, Darko swapped his pistol for his Hidden Blade. Running into the battlefield, Darko stabbed the nearest attacker in the solar plexus. Hearing another attacker close in behind him, Darko spun around and slashed him across the chest.
A third man was taking aim at Darko but a Phantom Blade penetrated his throat before he could shoot. Darko ran over and retrieved his Phantom Blade from the dead man.
Taking a few moments to survey the battlefield, Darko spotted Johnny Guvera in melee battle with two of the attackers. But the real problem was the two men nearby aiming with their rifles. Grabbing the rifle of the man who had tried to shoot Darko earlier, Darko swiftly fired on the two men trying to kill Johnny.
Nearly at the same time Johnny finished off the two men engaging him and realised what had nearly happened. He looked over to see who had shot them and found Darko. Waving in thanks, Johnny ran off to fight more of the attackers.
In less than a minute the remaining attackers at the checkpoint were defeated. While the soldiers celebrated their minor victory, Darko and Johnny talked.
"Who are these men? I saw a Spaniard among one of them! Clearly not guerrillas of the Rif Republic," Darko asked.
Johnny cleared his throat before replying softly, "General de Rivera sends these men about once a month to cause trouble here in Melilla and other cities in Spanish Morocco. He will then accuse the Rif Republic of sending those men. That Templar thinks that he'll be able to gather support this way, a plan B if his coup plan fails."
Shaking his head in disgust, Darko said, "No wonder why he's the Grandmaster. Seems like the gunfire has died down across Melilla. This attack is over then, I presume?"
"That bastard will be back next month," Johnny said. "Come on, let's return to the safehouse."
Back at the building which Johnny called 'the safehouse', they found George in combat with a Berber. As expected George was on the losing side and would have died if Johnny did not intervene.
"Mercenaire, stand down immediately! He is an Assassin himself!" Johnny demanded.
With reluctance the Berber stopped and returned to his seat. Fortunately George had not been seriously injured, with only a few minor scrapes and bruises.
"What were you doing?" Johnny asked. "That is no way to treat a guest of ours!"
"That man is an Assassin?" the Berber said rhetorically. "This is an insult! How could a man of his shape fight for the Assassins?"
Darko said, "Not a good fighter, I agree. But this man here is one of the best pilots in the Assassin Order."
"A flyer?" the Berber was stunned. "That is one of the things I'll never be able to do in my life. My sincerest apologies, fellow Assassin."
Luckily George was alright and accepted the apology. "You fight viciously," George complimented. "I would've died if they hadn't come!"
"I have to fight well for my people," the Berber said with a smile.
Johnny introduced him, "This man is Gautier Tashfin, born in Algiers. Gautier was a soldier in the French Foreign Legion before leaving to form his own mercenary corps, which mostly comprises of fellow Berbers. Hence he is known by the nickname La Mercenaire de Alger. In English that would be 'The Mercenary of Algiers'.
"Tashfin, the American is George Dayton. This man here is Master Assassin Darko Kerzhakov," Johnny told him.
Nodding, Gautier said, "General de Rivera launched another attack today, didn't he? We need to strike back, warn him that this war isn't his playground."