Sorry for the last chap, I hope this one does better.

Traxis' P.O.V

A few weeks after the weapons storage BOOM, I returned to the library and entered the sanctum (or lair, I still don't know what to call it). It was more quiet than usual, the masters were silent and there were no other assassins in the large stone room.

All the masters turned to me in creepy sync, the grand master cleared his throat. "it has come to our attention that Umbra has gone MIA in his most recent assignment, you will go to his last known assignment and retrieve him, or, if needed, kill him."

I gritted my teeth, "what job was this?". "Umbra was sent to a location that our sources tell us contains information on the whereabouts of the artefact." I balled my fists and glared "that was suicide, in a war over land, you guard the borders, in a war over money, you guard the vaults, in a war over knowledge, you guard the information."

I sighed, "where is the location". One of them dropped a note to the floor and I picked it up. I turned, and walked out of the building with vulgarity on my lips. I returned to my apartment and stocked up. Ammo for gun, extra blades, and I felt a tugging at the back of my mind about something else.

I looked to a filing cabinet, I pulled at the second to bottom drawer, opening a secret compartmenton the lower half of the cabinet. It revealed a safe and I spun in the combination. The safe contained four things, a few stacks of bills, a bottle of wine from 1800, a few rolled up blueprints, and finally, a second safe.

I opened the last safe to reveal a matched pair of long knives. I slipped one out of its sheath, one side sharp to a point and the other serrated like a saw. i placed a finger on the edge and felt blood run down its blade. I sighed and placed it with its twin. I sat on the floor and thought over it for a second.

I would need any edge I could get, but I hoped that those edges wouldn't be necessary. Thinking to the quiet killer I was to save, his skill was far above mine, if he was trapped then there must be a small army guarding the place. I went to a knee, took a small prayer, and attached the paired sheaths to the back of my belt.

I climbed out of the window and made my way to the roof. I looked at the sky, it was sunset. The sky was turning darker and darker as the sun went down. The second the light disappeared from the horizon, I took off.

The weight on my waist brought only bad memories, but I had to push them down to keep focus. I slid over shingles, perched on chimneys, and leapt between rooftops like a cat. When I was close to my destination, I rammed one of my hidden blades into the brickwork and rappelled down on the chain.

I walked quickly and quietly, the location in question was a large storage building. All entrances were guarded by at least three men, if not more. I took the least guarded entrance and picked them off with my pistol.

I glanced through the keyhole and took note of an approaching guard. I stood up and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps coming closer and whispered gibberish through the door. I heard a quiet tap as the guard placed his head close to the door to hear me.

I drove a hidden blade through the wooden door and pulled it out, hearing a slump from the other side. I picked a key from one of the guards outside and opened the door. the inside was dull and uninteresting, I glanced through every room to find the assassin.

I kept looking and came across a 2 man patrol. I ran headlong towards them and extended both of my hidden blades as I grabbed their heads. The blades went into their skulls and I drove them to the ground. I removed my blades and proceeded down the hall.

I kept walking and taking random turns until I heard a laugh. I bee-lined to the noise and came to a door. I peeked inside and what I saw was horrible. Tied to a chair was the very assassin I was looking for, in front of him was a skinny man with a labcoat on and a pair of glasses loosely balanced on his nose.

When he spoke, the German accent was so thick, I could barely understand him. "you have proven very resilient so far. All the torture and interrogation and not a peep. There are a few ways I deal with people like you, and they are not pretty."

I looked around, the room was full of guards. Most of them facing away and looking sick. Umbra was covered in a myriad of cuts, burns, and I could only assume, bruises. His head was hung and the signature mask was cast off on the floor.

I steeled my nerves and opened the door. I ran through the guards and tried to kill as many as I could. The german stumbled back and I fired a round at him. I heard the sound of gunfire and felt a few bullets hit me. I dropped to my knees and saw blood leaking onto the floor.

The sight of red made my fingers clench and my hidden blades retract. I moved my hands to my waist and felt the leather bound knives in my grip. The familiar feeling awoke something in me.

My arms went slack, my head hung, my knees were bent at akward angles. I snapped my head around and flashed a sadistic smile to the guards. Some of them recoiled and I swung an arm at the lead man. The blade slid cleanly into his neck, and with a twist and pull, I tore his head off.

I walked like a marionette with slack strings, stumbly and drunk-looking, but controlled. I swung my blades rapidly, alternating between fast blows with the sharp edges and maiming slashes with the serrated edges. I tore arms, I gutted stomachs, I covered the room in blood.

Once I finished with the guards, I coughed up blood and looked at the torturer with a red stained smile. He looked terrified and looked to be saying every prayer he knew. I stepped closer, my movement still sloppy. When I stood over him, tears were running down his face.

I placed a knee on his chest, Pinning him to the ground. I lifted a knife slowly and he was shaking his head with pleads of mercy. I looked at the knife and saw it caked in blood, the sight brought me back to my senses and I slid the knives back into their sheaths and put a round in the torturers head.

I stood up and looked to the room, the walls were covered in blood and disembodied limbs and heads were scattered with the bodies. I felt my stomach churn and I heaved my dinner all over the floor. I walked over to the assassin, sprayed with blood that wasn't his own.

I cut the binds "let's get you to the brotherhood" he coughed, trying to speak in his deepened voice but stopped. He… or should I say she, lifted her head, ginger curls falling from the hood. "n-no, not there" she tried to speak more but could only get a single word out.

"compromised"

Boom, plot twist X2 bitches.