Sorry for the lateness, yesterday was kindof hectic. But excuses aside, hello again.

Traxis' P.O.V

It has been four months since I was inducted into the brotherhood, the weapons supplied to me were the wrist blade, a silenced pistol, and a pair of brass knuckles. The wristblade had an archaic design to say the least, the gauntlet was built to support a much larger mechanism than the current one, resulting in some irritating balance issues.

I brought the weapon home and got to work. Being a military scientist, I have access to all sorts of lovely things. I replaced the simple mechanism with a design a bit more complex. I edged the blade in tungsten carbide, and attached it to a chain.

I used a weighted flywheel to conserve energy, allowing the blade to retract quickly and easily. I constructed another gauntlet to give me room for another blade. by the end of it, I had a pair of razor-sharp whips that could allow me to dispatch a target in a myriad of ways.

The additions and changes piqued the interest of the leadership, asking for blueprints so they could manufacture more. Once I had instructed them on the methods and madness behind the contraption, I was sent on my first important mission.

"you are to strike the arsenal of the Templar based in the States, successfully destroying it will cripple their forces." My eyes practically inflated at this "this is suicide!" the leader held up a hand "you will not go alone, you will be accompanied by our best agent, Umbra."

I huffed at the name, Umbra was unnecessarily mysterious. Rarely speaking, and when he did, it was never more than necessary. On top of that, he wore a mask, a shaped piece of metal that appeared as a skull. No one had ever seen his face, not even the leaders.

Supposedly, his skill both in the shadows and in combat earned him the right to his privacy. The man in question stepped out from his namesake and greeted me with a nod. We turned on the leaders standing high above us and walked to the exit.

Said exit was hidden behind a mirror. I pushed a book back onto its shelf and closed the secret entrance. We exited the small bookstore and took to the rooftops. Running across shingles and brick resulted in a weirdly calming rhythm.

Upon nearing the arsenal, our movements slowed, stealth took priority over speed. I closed my eyes and focused, I opened them again to see more than the average man. I looked around and pointed out a few snipers hidden in surrounding buildings.

I cut off the vision and we split up to take out the scouts. The spilling of blood was in no way comforting, but at least it was not as traumatic as it was on my first mission. Umbra and I met up at the back entrance by simultaneously dropping onto the guards and taking them out.

I patted the pockets of the unfortunate guards and after pocketing their wallets, I unlocked the door. we were met with a lone guard in the hall brandishing a rifle. I glanced up at the ceiling and saw the hanging lamps. I released the blade from its housing and swung it around. once it had gained enough momentum, I let it fly and it coiled around the neck of the unsuspecting trooper. I looped the chain around a light on the ceiling and pulled it taught enough to restrict movement.

"friend, could you do us a kindness and show us the direction to the storeroom." I held the chain behind my back and grinned at the terrified man. "l-left at the end of the corridor, and then keep going until you see a metal door, they are in there."

I nodded "thank you kindly." I tipped myself back, as I fell, the chain pulled tightly with a sickening snap. After retrieving my blade from the corpse (and any and all valuables), Umbra and I walked the halls, 'removing' any Templar in our path. Upon coming to the door, I realized that none of the guards had been carrying the key.

"damn" I reached into my bag and pulled a set of lockpicks. I dove into the lock and fiddled the tumblers until they aligned and the lock opened. I pushed open the door and took note of the firepower stored within. Racks of rifles, crates of pistols, and boxes of even more oordinance. I picked my way through the crates, looking for something that would aid in decimating the contents of this room.

I finally found a crate of grenades and I did a happy clap. I opened the box and emptied them across the floor. Umbra was searching the room and I could only guess he was counting the weapons… or just thinking, I have no idea.

I walked though the room, emptrying crates of bullets, boxes of grenades, and cans of fuel onto the floor. By this point, the room was practically a bomb. "you would think that a room like this would be more heavily guarded..." I finished the statement slowly as I realized how badly I screwed up. The door opened and I hung my head.

"shit"

Cliffhanger! Here you go, take a chapter. Please review and read… not in that order though.