Hey guys...
Sorry to be absent for so long... the university was keeping me busy... but now, I'm back!
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Altaïr sighed and looked once more around him, to disguise himself. He was sitting on one of the benches on the square where the central market was, looking at the blacksmith... the only thing he learned so far is that his name was Mahmud...
Until now, everything was calm, but the habitants and the merchants were there….
"Hello, estranger..." a voice behind him said, which he soon noted it was Maria. He groaned coldly, without looking at her. "Why did you changed your clothes?"
Without saying anything, Maria sat on the bench beside him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, still looking in front of him. "I can't be distracted on a mission…"
"Altaïr, it was you that said to me to meet you here..." Maria said, looking to him. "If you didn't want my help…"
Altaïr knew she was right...
"Ok, I'm sorry..." he said.
Maria nodded.
"What are you doing?" She asked, a few seconds later.
Altaïr pointed to a man.
"That man... his name is Mahmud..." He said. "He helped the Templars here and knows why they left the city…"
Maria nodded, as she looked at the merchants.
"Any ideas of how to approach him?" She asked.
"I'm still thinking..." Altaïr said.
Maria sighed and got up.
"Ok, come on…" she said, picking up his hand.
"Maria..." Altaïr said, looking angry at her. "What are you doing?"
"You don't have any idea of how approach him…" She said. "I do, even if I don't like it…"
"And your plan is…" He tried.
"Let's go, husband…" She said, walking in front of him.
But Altaïr crossed his arms and remained still on his position.
"No, Maria… he knows me..." He said. "If I appear, he kills me…"
"Are you joking?" She asked. Altaïr shook his head negativelly.
Maria stopped and looked back at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"Well do you have a better plan?" She asked.
Altaïr sighed and started to walk…
"Your plan, it's better to work out…" He said, as he went to her side.
"It will, if you stop complaining…" Maria said.
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Later, back at the bureau:
Maria shook her head negativelly as Altaïr groaned in pain.
"Keep still…" she said. "Or it's going to hurt a lot more…"
Altaïr pouted and let her work on his leg. It was hurting like hell, but he tried to keep his mouth shut…
"You said your plan was going to work…" He said a few seconds later.
Maria looked at him.
"And how I was supposed to know that he knew you?" She asked. "Anyway, what did you do to him?"
Altaïr looked at her, with a thread and needle on her hand and considered what to say to her…
"He slept with his daughter…" said the rafiq, at the door.
He should be the one sewing the master's leg, but he hated needles and blood. It was a horrible paradox for an Assassin, he knew, but that's why he started as a scholar. The master was loosing blood and Maria knew how to sew a wound.
Altaïr looked angry at him.
"Amim!" he said.
Maria smirked.
"Well, you are luck to have just this wound..." she said smiling, as she restarted sewing his leg. "Didn't he obligated you to marry his daughter?"
"No, I left town with Malik just after, so he didn't catch me… he tried, but he didn't…" Altaïr explained. "It was she who came on to me…"
"Typical for men to blame the women… " Maria said smiling, making her point with the needle a little deeper.
"Fuck!" Altaïr yelled. "It hurt, Maria…"
"Sorry…"said Maria, as she continued her work.
"Yeah, right!" Altaïr said. "Anyway, I was a little drunk and she said she was older, even if looked young…"
"She was seventeen, Maria…" said Amim.
"If you wasn't a friend of my father's, I would have killed you by now!" Altaïr said to the rafiq.
"I'm sorry, master…" Amim said. "Do you need anything?"
"No…" Altaïr said. "Just keep your mouth shut, please…"
Amim nodded and went behind the counter.
After a while, Maria finished and cutting the thread, said:
"There, it's done…"
Altaïr looked at the wound.
"Not bad for a Templar…" he said.
"Ex – Templar…" Maria corrected. "Don't forget it…"
Altaïr nodded.
"Ok, now what are we going to do?" Maria asked.
"Now, we do things my way…" Altaïr said.