A/N: Not hearing or seeing a whole lot of feedback. I'm not sure if that means you're happy or you hate me. Hahaha! Well, from the looks of it, ya'll at least like the story so far. I've decided to do another look into Anya's past. Not just yet, but it's coming up again.

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~Romano~

They were all once again at Masyaf castle, but the entire look had changed. Not physically. It just seemed like everything was darker, more bleak. The kids that were playing the day before were now still and quiet, ready for an attack at any second. They could also sense their master's foul mood. It was equivalent to lava pouring from the sky durring a lightning storm. And it was pointed at Romano right now. He understood why, but Lukas didn't understand the reason he'd let Anya go. It had been hard for all of them, not just the blond idiot who was yelling at the moment.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TRY TO CONVINCE HER TO STAY! YOU'RE A MOTHER FUCKING USELESS WASTE OF BLOODY SPACE!" he roared, pacing his office.

Tina was in there while Berwald had started packing a few things. They were all going after Anya as soon as possible. Wherever she was. Lukas blamed Romano for Anya going with the Templars. As if she would've listened to him.

Lukas was still going on and on about how Romano obviously didn't care about Anya and blah blah blah. Romano sighed, "You do realize she has a mind of her own and she wouldn't have done any different had I protested?" He wanted so badly to yell and call Norway names, but it would not help. Tina was looking quietly out of the window. Romano could feel the tension inside her building as Lukas kept on yelling.

"Romano, do you even realise how much I love her?! Do you?! If something happened to her-"

Tina flew across the room and punched him square in the jaw.

"SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND TOO, YOU KNOW! I LOVE HER JUST AS MUCH AS YOU! MAYBE IN A DIFFERENT WAY, BUT WE'RE ALL WORRIED! LAY OFF YOU ASSHAT! OR DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK YOUR NOSE?!" Her spurt of anger died down to angry Finnish curses. Which summoned Berwald who came in and started rubbing her back. Always the stoic one. Always taking care of his beloved Finland.

Lukas rubbed his face gingerly and stayed quiet for a bit, not wanting to incur the wrath of Tina again. 'At least the bastard's smart enough to know that much.' Romano thought with satisfaction.

"We've no idea where they took her," Berwald murmured to no one in particular.

"No, we don't. But I have an idea of where we can start looking," Romano replied.

"Where would that be?" snapped Lukas, warranting another look from Tina.

"They went south west. So, maybe they went to a neighboring country of Turkey's. I've met Sadik and he's usually a pretty easy-going guy. Doesn't get too adventerous in his old age," he answered, "It had either been a ruse to throw us off, or Sadik really dislikes Anya."

A small beeping sound came from Tina's pocket. She squeaked in surprise as she pulled out her phone and checked the notification. "I know where we're going. This is going to be one hell of a trip."

~Anya~

Anya was alowed a change of clothes, per orders of Sadik. She picked all black of course. It fit her mission after all. It was time to kill the person who'd been working in the shadows to make her life hell. The one who had either ordered the attack on Masyaf all those years ago, or the one who replaced them.

It was hours later when they walked on to a large airplane, ready for take off to somewhere unknown to Anya. As discreetly as she could, she pressed down onthe skin between her right thumb and her index finger. 'And the stage is set...' she thought.

Though she was not handcuffed, guards flanked her with automatic rifles. One of which was Govert, her assigned 'personal' guard. Lucky her. She didn't get the scowling, cold Asian, Kim. Maybe there would be some conversation after all. More than with the Turkish idiot.

"Hm.. Pretty chushy looking plane he has here. I bet mine's sturdier," she commented casually. Govert looked over at her and smiled, "Ja, it is a nice one. How would you figure that yours is better, miss?" They were alone, so it was more likely he would talk to her. Maybe, just maybe she could convince him to help her. She seemed to be a good guy and not into the murderous intentions or beliefs of his commrades.

Anya smirked and leaned a little closer to Govert, "It's Russian, da? So it is good. That is how I know this."

Govert leaned back in his seat and laughed. It was a deep laugh full of life and youth. She was convinced he wasn't a true Templar. There was no way.

"Ja, ja. That was very good. Russian things are strong. The crops, the land, the buildings, and the people. I see this in you," he said happily.

"Spasibo, Govert. I appreciate that. Maybe that means Sadik won't have such an easy time subduing me as he thought."

"..." he took a moment to choose his words carfully, "He does not do this to harm you nor exploit you. There is... more than that." Govert's smile was gone. Instead, his eyes bclouded over and a frown curved his lips downward.

Anya leaned back in her seat and studied the man, "We shall see. You know, I do think you and I could become friends, if circumstances were different."

"Perhaps." He looked out of the window, avoiding the hint.

"Things can always change. I'd like not to hurt you." She crossed her legs and clasped her hands under her chin, not taking her eyes off of him. He could feel her gaze burning into him. It made him shift uncomfortably in his seat, but he was stubborn and did not say a word.

"If I ask questions will you answer them. Tap one time for yes and twice for no." She pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from a compartment she'd seen an attendant use before.

Govert, still looking out of the window tapped once on the armrest. Anya angled herself so that he could see what she wrote in the reflection of the window.

Do you want to be a Templar? Two taps.

Can you leave Sadik's service freely? Two taps.

If I help you get out will you help me? A long pause then, one Tap.

Will you tell me where we're going? One tap.

Is it dangerous? One quick tap.

Anya folded the paper and shoved it in her boos, pretending to be fixing her pants. Only then did Govert look at her. His eyes held a spark of hope. He wanted out. Anya didn't know why yet, but that could come later. For now, she'd found an ally. He stood and stretched.

"I'm going to check and see where our brilliant pilot is taking us. I'd hate to be off course. It could endanger us all. Sadik has a temper. Leave it to Leopold to get lost. It feels like it's taking ages to get there. Really ought to be fueling up by now..." He paused and raised an eyebrow to see if Anya was catching on.

Her eyes grew wide as she figured out what he was trying to spell out. 'Eto ochen' plokho!' she screamed in her head. Of all the places they could go, that was by far the worst place for her to be. It would ALWAYS be the worst place in her mind. She prayed he wouldn't find out that she was there. If that happened, hell would break lose. Not in her favor nor in Sadik's. She prayed that Tina had seen that she activated the tracking device. If not, then Elizaveta should have seen it be activated.

~Romano~

They packed up the last of the cargo onto each of their aircrafts and settled in their designated cockpits. It had been years since Romano had flown, however, once you learn, all you need to do it brush off the dust. You never forget. Or, at least, that's what he had been told.

Tina was at the head of the formation, Berwald to her right, Lukas to the left, and Romano brought up the rear as they took off. It was the formation Berwald had came up with based upon each of their strengths and minimizing their weaknesses. Something Romano had plenty of expirience with when he took Assassin contracts.

They'd debated on wether or not they should call in some backup or not. In the end, they decided it was best not to. Smaller team, less likely to be spotted. The only thing that made them all nervous was where they were going. None of them had ever set foot in that country. At least, not willingly. It was a terrifying place that no one stayed in very long.

"Mama Fin to Pouty Ass. Do you see anything?" Finland asked over the radio.

"Do we really have to use these code names?" Lukas asked irritable. He was dubed 'Pouty Ass'. Romano had thought it hilarious until he was given a name.

"Yes, Pouty Ass, we do. Get over it. Now, do you see anything yet?" she asked again.

"No, I don't, Mama Fin."

"Su-San, anything on your side?"

"No."

"What about you, Baby Toni?"

"Negative. No bogies sighted yet. I think we can slip past the borders undetected. But we need to land as soon as we get close to our destination. They won't leave us alone for long." The thought of being compared to Antonio made Romano's temper flare, but it was one mission. And it was for Anya. Right now, she needed them more than she knew.

"We land in 10. Everyone get ready to hike. We're going to be walking through a lot of forest," Tina cautioned them. 'With any luck,' thought Romano, 'We've made it a little ahead of them and can make it right after they actually land.'

Walking to their target destination would take them 30 minutes from where they were landing. There would be no chanced of being spotted by enemies. There was no telling how many Templars were slinking about.

~Anya~

Anya stuck close to Govert as they walked to a large blue house. It looked little more than a huge shack, but Anya knew the house well. She'd tried to avoid it as much as she possibly could. It terrified her more than anything in the world. What she did not understand is why they were going in there.

Sadik confidently lead the way, stopping to knock on the door. A scrawny little boy held the door open for the small company. It was Sadik, Anya, and Govert. Kim stayed to guard the plane with the 10 others they had brought. As the boy looked at the passers-by, his eyes lingered a second longer on Anya's face. He knew who she was. He knew she was afraid like he was. They all knew she was afraid. Even the voices inside her head had retreated. She felt it... like a crowd of sheep being herded into a barn.

They didn't walk to a fancy office or study. Instead they walked right into the living room where Anya's worst nightmare was waiting for her in a white shirt and blue jeans.

"Hello, sister."