Assassin's Creed:
Alliance Chapter 3
Quemar led Ratonhnhaké ton into the underground hideout under the Sainte-Chapelle, a Gothic chapel in Ile de la Cite. Ratonhnhaké ton marveled at architecture not just in the cathedral above but the Assassin hideout as well. Quemar walked down the long hall adorned with a soft velvet carpet.
They soon entered the central chamber, a circled room with a spherical pattern on the floor. Above him, a long balcony held two figures in similar apparel as Quemar.
"Who is this man, Herve?" one asked, Ratonhnhaké ton could tell she was a woman.
"This is Master Assassin Connor Kenway from America, and Connor, allow me to introduce my associates, Sophie Trenet and Guillaume Beylier."
The two on the balcony nodded. "Greetings, Master Assassin." Beylier said.
Ratonhnhaké ton nodded also. "So, this is the French Assassins."
Quemar chuckled. "Yes, we are quite underwhelming at present, but rest assured we are at full strength."
"Monsieur Kenway, will you please await us in the Council's chamber?" Trenet asked.
Ratonhnhaké ton glanced at Quemar who in response nodded then pointed at the Council room's direction. Ratonhnhaké ton walked out of the room leaving the Council alone in the chamber.
"Are you blind, Quemar?!" Trenet asked him annoyingly.
"Sophie, he is an Assassin." Beylier defended.
Trenet waved him off. "The only resemblance he has to an Assassin is his clothes and that has deceived us before."
"I am quite certain he is trustworthy." Quemar said.
"Shay Cormac was trustworthy and see what happened to him!" Trenet shouted.
"I am well aware of monsieur Cormac, no need to bring up old wounds." Quemar said.
Trenet pointed at the Council room door. "That man in there should not be trusted. We don't even know why his is in Paris in the first place."
Quemar sighed. "He is here to find Arno Dorian."
Trenet said nothing in response, she just stared at Quemar.
"Connor took a blind contract, he hasn't a clue who is looking for Arno but he knows that it is not the Templars."
"And how does he know that?" Beylier asked.
"The Templars are looking for him also," Quemar replied. "he was forced to dispatch a few at Arno's residence."
Trenet did not respond but Beylier did. "Well, we'd best not keep him waiting, I hear the Natives are not the most patient of people."
Quemar, Trenet, and Beylier all walked through the door and into the Council room where Ratonhnhaké ton stood silently humming a melody to himself.
"So," Trenet began. "Quemar tells us that you are looking for Arno Dorian."
Ratonhnhaké ton nodded. "All information will be appreciated."
"You already know that Dorian was excommunicated. We've seen hide nor hare of him for over a year. Our scouts say he's been operating solo in the Cour des Miracles." Beylier said.
"Every good Assassin needs a hideout. Arno must be holding up somewhere there." Quemar replied.
"But keep in mind that not every lead is worthwhile, other reports say he operates outside of Versailles." Trenet said.
"I'd advise thoroughly searching Cour de Miracles. It is your best possible lead." Beylier replied.
Ratonhnhaké ton was about to respond when the sound of doors being burst open. The four Assassins ran out of the Council room. Several men stood in the chamber wearing similar uniforms to that of the Templar bounty hunter Ratonhnhaké ton killed earlier.
Among them was a man who stood out from the rest. He held a long rapier and two flintlocks were strapped to his belt.
"This is a lovely place isn't it?" the Templar leader said.
"Who is that man?" Ratonhnhaké ton asked Quemar.
"Abelino Corbett, a Templar Captain."
Corbett strolled around the room with swagger while waving his sword around. Quemar sighed loudly.
"What do you want, Corbett?" Quemar shouted.
"Me and my associates are looking for a certain Assassin named Arno Dorian." Corbett replied.
"He is not here, he has never been here." Quemar said.
Corbett chuckled. "Please, you expect me to believe that an Assassin has never been to the Assassin fucking headquarters?"
"Either way, Corbett. We don't know where he is, and if we did, we'd be damned if we let you have him." Trenet growled.
"Oh, well. I had hoped you would cooperate, but I really did not need you to," Corbett looked around at his men. "kill them."
As Corbett turned to leave, his men charged at the grizzled Assassins. Ratonhnhaké ton cut one down with his axe before snapping another's neck and shooting a third. Quemar ran one through with his sword before pulling it out and rushing to meet another.
Beylier remained on the balcony where he picked off one with a musket and then a second with his flintlock. Trenet slashed two men in the throat with her wrist-blades and watched as they collapsed to the ground. Quemar cut down the one he was locked in combat with.
The last man dropped his weapon and held up his hands. "Please, do not kill me!" he begged.
Ratonhnhaké ton grabbed him by his collar and forced him to the ground. "Find you master and tell him of your failure." he growled menacingly.
As the Templar's trousers darkened in the groin area, he ran out of the hideout crying like a child.
Ratonhnhaké ton stood up and looked back at the bloodied Council members.
"Find Arno, and kill that son of a bitch Corbett." Trenet said.