I looked over my files again. Maurice Chestnut. My research showed that when not out on a contract, he would rarely leave his bank; Knight's First. I shook my head. Not obvious or anything. The only thing I had difficulty in substantiating, was whether or not he had a contract. I didn't have the opportunity to get that close to him, only to monitor his comings and goings to the bank. However, he did have a car that took him from the bank to his home. That's where I learned the formation was lacking. I had some options available to me. I could: tail him to the bank, sneak in, and kill him. I could try my trunk method: pick the lock, get in, let him drive me to his home, and sneak inside to kill him. Another thought occurred as well. I could also stage a firedrill at the bank. Let all the employee's evacuate. As he comes out, I could get him from the roof.

I weighed the options carefully. I liked the rooftop assassination idea, but I ran too much a chance of being seen, even with a smoke bomb. I thought about the home idea, which was more appealing to me. That would give me an opportunity of a life time for more information. What better than to raid a Templar agent's house? I was about to walk out when another thought occurred to me. Why not do that and also siphon money from Abstergo's account, make it look like he's guilty of embezzling? That would also make for an interesting way to display his body. It's a good idea…but we'll see how it goes. I had finally decided to hide in the trunk of his poorly guarded vehicle. The only thing to do, was to figure out where he was.

I had to switch up my gear. I knew I couldn't rely on my hidden blade alone. I needed some throwing knives. I went through my weapons rack and admired my weapons for a bit. My old cutlass rested on the top of the rack, glistening in glory. I turned to my other daggers. I was a fan of obsidian, real obsidian, but it's hard to come by. I had some tactical knives and swords as well. I wanted my cutlass, but it was too heavy to use in a fight with multiple opponents. Even though I was going after one person, experience dictated that I chose something else, just in case. I grabbed my light tactical sword and tested the sharpness with my thumb; razor sharp. I smiled and slid it into its sheath and attached it to my robes. I looked down further and found my throwing knives on dangling from a small rod. I smiled and grabbed them, placing one of the knives around my finger and giving it a quick swirl. It spun with incredible speed. I do not envy the person being struck by this…I slid them in the knife pouch on my right side. I turned to the left side of the rack and found my assortment of bombs. I ran my finger over them. Mmm…smoke bombs…shrapnel bombs…blood bombs…I stopped at the blood bomb, recalling a story I'd once heard about another great Assassin, Ezio Auditorre, Da Firenze. He once had a blood bomb and used it to get past a large assortment of Byzantine guards. I wanted to try it, but in this day and age, fake blood is easy to make, and it would've been a waste of energy to use it. I went with the smoke bombs. Now, I can wonder what you're thinking, reader. Why would I use a smoke bomb instead of a shrapnel bomb? I didn't want to risk hurting innocents with the shrapnel. That's the only issue with it, your aim needs to be true, if one got away it could kill a civilian…I couldn't have that. I filled up the pouch as full as it would go and closed the hasp. I went through everything again, making sure I didn't miss anything. My eyes fell upon my old pair of brass knuckles. I smiled at that. In my youth I was rambunctious, and I got into a lot of fights. That's actually how I met the Assassins. One of the 'grown ups' came over and broke up my only real serious fight. He said I had potential to be something greater than myself and asked if I wanted to join. I agreed, and, well, here we are. I grabbed the brass knuckles and slid them on, the metal cold and on skin. I closed my fingers into fists and gave a few quick jabs.

My speed had increased tremendously over the last ten years. My strength had too, but thankfully I was quick enough to kill without having to get in a brawl. But, if I had to, I had the tools at my disposal. I finally had everything. I walked out of the Den and into the streets once more, finding a large crowd of people into the cramped sidewalks. As I blended with them, I could hear the toil of their everyday lives. I pitied them. For they had no idea how screwed they would be if the Templars had their way. Most of them don't even know what's going on. I cast an eye to the bank. It was packed. Must have been pay day. I broke away from the crowd and scoped out the building once more.

Ok…so…I looked up at the large arch that formed the entrance. I can climb that if I have to. The bricks there aren't mortared that close together. I looked to the car that waited out front. It was his car. That was promising. I looked to guards; right where they should be. I scanned the people in the crowd. No one was paying attention to me. I was a ghost among them. I jumped back into the crowd of people and floated closer to the car. I pulled out my lock picks and quickly went to work on the trunk's lock.

It was far harder to pick than I initially anticipated. I looked around every few moments to make sure I wasn't discovered. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, I heard the click I so desperately needed to hear. I opened the trunk quickly and slid inside, closing it behind me. As a novice, I would have been nervous about such a move, but as a seasoned Assassin, I was comfortable with my speed. I curled into the fetal position to allow for more space. Now it's time for damning part; the waiting. I kept my ears open for anyone that came close to the trunk, for they'd receive a nasty surprise if they had.

Something didn't feel right though. It was too easy. I kept my wits about me, and focused on the noises around me. I caught a conversation. "Ah, hello Mr. Chestnut! It's good to see you again!" Yes!

Mr. Chestnut cleared his throat. "Likewise, but I'm in a hurry. This car has been having trouble." Shit…

The other man hit the trunk top. "No problem sir! We'll get you squared away with our car! We'll get this taken to the garage immediately!"

Damn it…I knew this was going too easy...I shook my head. Great…now I have ride this out...(Sigh) it might be fruitful.

Chestnut chuckled. "I know you'll take care of it. Once it's fixed bring it to my home. This is my car, after all." That's better…but how long will it take to fix this car? I could hear him gloat still. "You've been to home, you know the address. If anyone is ahead of you, pay them off. I want this car back as soon as possible." I shook my head. Self-righteous bastard…his voice grates on my nerves. I can't wait to silence him. He patted the car. "Go now."

The driver jumped into the vehicle and sped off. The car jerked hard, throwing me against the sides of the trunk. I kept reminding myself to be patient, that this miscalculation on my part would be worthwhile in the end. After what felt like fifteen minutes, we arrived at the garage. I heard the large panel doors close with a loud clang. I heard him get out of the car and slam the door shut. I strained my ear to hear more, for I heard the driver talking to someone. "This old beauty needs some TLC. Make sure it's fixed! The boss wants it by this evening!"

"No problem," other man said. "It'll be done. I'll take it over there myself."

"Oh no," said the driver, "He wants me to deliver it. I'm not pissing him off. He's got a temper and he's not afraid to use it."

The other man laughed. "I've seen him mad, I know. So, do you want me to call you when it's done, or just wait in the lobby?"

The driver went quiet. I strained even further. At last, the driver spoke. "I'll wait in the lobby. He'll kill me if I let this car out of my sight."

The other man chuckled again. "Fine, fine, I'll come get you." I heard the driver walk away, whistling a tune as he opened and closed the lobby doors with a loud ding.

I opened the trunk just a little bit. Judging by the man's outfit, he was a mechanic. I could see smudges of grease and several wrenches and spanners on his side. He looked older, maybe his sixties. I waited for him to move away so I could climb out, for if he saw me it would be disastrous. I blew out a sigh and mulled my options again. Alright Drago….What are you going to do now? Mm… could jump out, kill him and kill the driver, but that wouldn't get me any closer to my target. I could knock them both out, but I have to get close to them for that…mmm…I shook my head. Damn it…I watched the mechanic walk away and I heard a click. It sounded like the hood being brought up. Now's my chance! I opened the trunk and gently rolled out, catching myself on the concrete floor and pressing myself down, seeing the man's feet from under the car. I blew out a silent sigh and got into a crouching position. I gently crept along the side of the car, trying to get close enough to him for a knockout blow.

He was standing, which made it a little easier. He slammed his hands on the car. "No, no, no!" He complained. "These wires are all corroded! This just won't do! What clown worked on these last? With all their money you'd think Abstergo would hire decent mechanics!" I crept behind him and stood up, bringing my hands by his ears. I hit the pressure points by his ears and he fell in my arms, the wrench he was working with falling to the ground with a loud 'clang'. I winced at that and looked towards the lobby; nothing.

I quietly moved the mechanic to a small tool closet to our left and dumped him inside. I crept to the lobby door and peeked around the corner. The driver was a young man with black, slicked back hair. He wore a shiny black suit and wrapped his fingers on the arm rest of the sofa he was seated. I raised an eybrow and looked back to the car. Mmm…I wonder if II honk the horn if he'll come out…but I might also wake the mechanic too…I could knock…I decided to try it. I pulled out one of my throwing knives and used the blunt end to tap on the glass. I ducked away quickly and heard the driver. "What the hell?" I peeked around again; he was on his feet. He looked around nervously. "Hello?" I waited for him to check behind him and I tapped the glass again. He spun around, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "This isn't funny man! Stop playing around and work on the car!" I hit the glass again, but this time, I let him see me. I ducked away and he came to the door. "Where are you? Stop playing games! The boss will kill me, and probably you too!" He walked out into the garage, pulling out a gun from his breast pocket. By the looks of it, it looked like a snub nosed .38. He showed no hesitation with it; he'd used it before. I actually felt good about that. I had no particular pleasure in taking the life of an inexperienced killer. I crept up on him, bringing my throwing knife to his throat.

I put my arm around him and put the blade to his throat. "I'm afraid the mechanic is taking a break. Now, drop your gun."

I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "You're one of them…aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes. Now, what is your boss' address?"

He swallowed hard. "I can't tell you…he'll kill me…"

I pressed the blade harder; he grunted. "I'll kill you if you don't tell me," I said.

He laughed. "You're going to kill me anyway, what's the difference?"

I mulled it over. "Well, I wasn't, but since you're being uncooperative, I could kill someone close to you instead."

His heart sped faster. "You wouldn't dare..." he said, "It's against your rules…"

I smiled. "You haven't read our rules carefully, enough Templar. Any of your associates are fair game. You're all Templars, after all." I could hear his heart skip a beat.

He shook his head, ignoring my blade to his throat. "Please…I have a family…"

I nodded. "We had families too, but you robbed them from us. Why should we show you compassion now?" He went quiet. "Well?"

He swallowed hard again. "I wouldn't show you compassion if you robbed me of my family…"

I nodded. "Good, I'm glad we understand one another. Now, tell me what I want to know, or 'll cut it out of you."

He swallowed hard once more, but this time, he surprised me. He straightened. "No. I won't tell you anything."

I nodded and pushed him towards a chair. "Sit." He sat down and I taped him to the chair with a roll of duct tape I found on the work bench next to it. I walked around him, letting him see his executioner before he died. I walked around him, wanting him to wonder just how much time he had left. His eyes followed me with interest. I'll give you this," I said, "You've more conviction than the other two I killed."

He fought his restraints. "You killed two my associates? Are you proud of that?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I've killed hundreds of you over the last ten years. I will say this though, Humphries was easy."

His eyes went wide. "No…there's no way you got him…"

"Oh yes," I said with a smirk, "And you want to know something?" He glared at me. "It was my quickest and simplest kill." I loved toying with him. The more frustrated he got the more likely I could break him. I went through his pockets and found his phone. I went through the pictures and found an attractive young woman with long blonde hair and a fair complexion. She had kind, navy blue eyes. I smiled. "Oh my, she's lovely." His eyes went wide for a moment. "And…judging by that Abstergo name tag, she works for the Templars too." He shook his head. "No…no…" The fear in his eyes excited me.

I walked up to him and showed him the photo with one hand, and released my hidden blade with the other. "Can't you just hear the click of my hidden blade as it slices her throat?"

He fought the restraints. "N! No! Don't you touch her!"

I shrugged. "I may have too, and I'd take no pleasure in silencing her either." He kept shaking his head. I blew out a sigh. "You see, I've been watching you Templars for years. I know you kill for efficiency, or to silence an enemy or witness. I've seen what your agents do to people who don't cooperate. I've seen the torture you put people through. Collectively, you forget something. We Assassins can just as vile, just as monstrous, and just as evil as you can be. We choose not to employ those methods, but the option is there if it's needed. You have a choice. You can tell me what I want to know and I'll leave her alone, or you could refuse and I'll bring her here and kill her in front of you. Which is it going to be?"

His eyes were wide. "You…you aren't serious…"

I leaned into him, staring him in his now terrified brown eyes. "I'm very serious." I pulled away from him and shook my head. "It's a pity, I was hoping to leave her out of this. If you truly want me to kill her, I will. Get comfortable, I'll be right back." I walked away from him and went through the lobby doors.

His screams of protest echoed through the garage. "No! No! Please! Leave her alone! Please!" I stopped and poked my head back through the door.

"Have we changed our mind?" I teased. He looked away from me. "Have we?"

He nodded. "I'll tell you…please don't hurt her…" I nodded and walked back to him.

I smiled and pulled out my note pad. "I'm listening."

He bowed his head. "1102 Bowen's Street. He has large gates that surround his mansion…"

I nodded and wrote it down. "Good. Thank you." He looked away from me. I looked him over. "If you're lying to me, I'll kill her too."

He looked up at me. "I want her safe, why should I lie to you?"

I nodded and released my hidden blade. "Thank you for your information. I swear on my honor that I won't harm her." He nodded and I slid the blade into his throat.

The damning thing, he didn't flinch, and he didn't cry out. Unlike the other two I killed, this young man took his death with dignity. I respected him. His dead eyes still looked at me with defiance. I closed his eyes. "Requis cat in pace." I shook my head and flipped the switch of the garage door and closed the hood of the car and got in. I turned the key and the fancy car responded with a roar. I sped out and rolled down the window, tossing the boy's phone out in the street and heading to the target's location. It had been a while since I had to make a threat like that, but I would've acted on it had he not cooperated. I pulled the GPS on the car's touch screen display and saw the ETA: 35 minutes. It was going to be long drive.