Fortunately there was another Assassin base in Melilla. It was virtually unidentifiable as an Assassin base except for the ornate door knockers on the front door shaped like the Assassin insignia.

Using the door knocker, Johnny created a certain rhythm with it. They waited for a few seconds before the door was answered by an elderly man.

"Johnny, is that you? It's been a long while!" the man was surprised and smiling. "Seems that you've brought friends here to my house. Come in, come in!"

While walking past the old man, Darko noticed the Assassin symbol imprinted into his walking stick.

Inside, the five men sat around a table in the living room and chatted.

"These men are Assassins as well, Mentor," Johnny informed him.

"My sense of sight might not be good, Johnny, but my Eagle Sense is still as strong as ever. And how many times have I told you that I'm not the Mentor anymore? I retired years ago, for god's sake!"

"My sincerest apologies," Johnny made a mischievous smile before adding, "Mentor."

The man sighed before turning to the other Assassins. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Dhamir Vaswani, former Mentor of the Spanish Assassins. All of you but the American seem to have Hidden Blade on, but I see an Assassin blowpipe on the American."

Darko had heard of his name once before. Dhamir was the first Indian to be the Mentor of the Spanish Assassin Brotherhood. He possessed a unique form of Eagle Sense, the mastered form of Eagle Vision. Dhamir was able to detect weapons aside from the standard abilities of Eagle Sense.

"My name's George, George Dayton."

"Gautier Tashfin."

"Darko Kerzhakov."

"So why are there so many Assassins here? Did something happen?"

"My base was attacked by soldiers in the dead of the night," Johnny explained. "General Miguel Primo de Rivera plans to take control of Spain for the Templars, and he deems that we are getting in the way. Hence he sent some soldiers to get rid of us."

"General de Rivera is a dangerous man," Dhamir agreed. "He holds a lot of power, mostly in the form of the Spanish Army. If he succeeds in conquering Spain, General de Rivera will be even more dangerous and difficult to take down."

"I believe the Assassins in mainland Spain are efficient enough to take care of that," Gautier said. "We believe that the ongoing Rif War is a key part of General de Rivera's coup plan. Recently many of General de Rivera's men have fallen, and it is likely being too much for him to handle, as evidenced by the soldiers' attack."

"Then continue taking down his men," Dhamir said. "If you keep up with it sooner or later General de Rivera will be forced to intervene."

Following the former Mentor's advice, the Assassins continued to take down General de Rivera's men in the region. Their next target was Malvin Guinto, the sniper they had encountered outside the building during the attack.

Originally from the Philippines, Malvin had fled the country when the Spanish-American War broke out. He subsequently joined the Tercio de Extranjeros and became one of its best sharpshooters, his rapid rise in rank attributed to his links to the Templar Order.

Malvin also doubled as a sniping trainer in the Tercio training academy just outside nearby Nador. The city was where many soldiers from the academy went to drink after a tough day. Darko, Gautier and Johnny made their way there to find Malvin.

Along with several other Tercios, Malvin was drinking in one of the most popular bars in town. Darko and Gautier entered the bar while Johnny kept watch outside.

"Señor Guinto!" Darko called out.

One of the soldiers, Malvin, looked around to see who had called him. Malvin did not know who those two men were but in his half-drunk state, he thought they were people he knew, but exactly whom he had no idea.

"Come here!" Malvin slurred. "Waiter, get a drink for those two gentlemen! I'll pay."

Sitting at the table, Darko said, "Señor, this is no time to drink. The Grandmaster is here and wishes to meet you."

"De Rivera is in the region?" Malvin said less loudly. "Is it because so many of his men have been killed, and he wants to ensure my safety?"

"You're a smart one," Gautier praised. "Let's just hope your intelligence will keep you safe from those damned Assassins. Let us not keep the Grandmaster waiting, shall we?"

If Malvin had not been drunk, he would have thought twice of trusting them. But he was half-drunk and could not think straight. Thus, Malvin agreed and followed the two Assassins out of the bar and into the pickup waiting outside.

Driving back to Melilla, Johnny stopped the truck in an alleyway. Gautier suddenly grabbed Malvin's arms, restraining him while Darko released his Hidden Blade.

"What the hell?" Malvin said, still half-drunk and not finished taking it all in.

A sharp pain shot up Malvin's thigh. Another jolt of pain, though this time not as painful, shot up his thigh as Darko pulled the Hidden Blade out of his leg.

"The only time General de Rivera will meet you is at your funeral," Gautier said as George stopped the truck. "We're here."

Together the two Assassins dragged the injured Tercio off the truck and into Dhamir's house through a side door. Dhamir, who was meditating when they entered, opened his eyes and simultaneously raised an eye in surprise.

"I see you've followed my advice and captured an unfortunate Templar," Dhamir said without getting up. "So what's his story?"

"Malvin Guinto, a sharpshooter for the Tercio de Extranjeros," Johnny informed. "He has ties to the Templar Order, strong enough for him to rise up the ranks swiftly."

Once Darko and Gautier had propped Malvin up against a chair they treated and bandaged his injured thigh. Darko had stabbed Malvin's thigh earlier to lessen his chances of escaping, for the consequences would have been very bad if he managed to do so. Darko and Johnny proceeded to tie him to the chair.

"You're messing with the wrong guy. Let me free and I'll let it slide," Malvin warned.

Gautier responded by delivering a hard punch to his jaw. "We'll let you free once you're dead."

The next morning, after getting their rest, the Assassins began their interrogation.

"What is the next step in General de Rivera's plan to take over Spain?" Darko questioned.

"His plan? The next step is already underway, and you're all probably too late to stop it," Malvin said with a smirk. "Very soon the Templars will emerge triumphant and control Spain."

"Not if we can stop it," Gautier said. "In case you don't know, many of his men have fallen. Don Ignon, Josef Domingo and nearly an entire platoon of Tercios."

Malvin nodded, acknowledging their actions. "But he is a General in the Spanish Army and the Templar Grandmaster after all. In addition, the Assassins here are all but growing in power. The Spanish Crown is no longer on the Assassins' side, now that our dear King Alfonso XIII supports General de Rivera."

"You all certainly have been hard at work," Johnny said. "A pity it'll all come to naught."

"That you should tell your friends in Madrid. Sadly you'll not get the opportunity to do so," Malvin said, before realising that he had foolishly revealed the next portion of the plan. "Shit."

"Perhaps in your next life you will think before carelessly revealing information to your enemies," Dhamir said before slamming the tip of his walking stick into Malvin's forehead. There was a sickening sound as the concealed blade in the stick ejected and penetrated into his skull.