Rorik was sitting up against the wall next to the Black Door, the pistol that he had taken from the Sergeant rested at his side. There was a certain beauty to the gun for something with such ample ability to take a life. The chrome finish reflected the low light of the Sanctuary.
"Hey" Erin walked over and slid down the wall, sitting next to Rorik.
"Hey" He replied.
"You all geared up ?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"You have you're swords ?"
"Yes"
"Your book os shouts ?"
"Yes"
"You-"
"Yes, I have it. I have everything I'm going to need. I even loaded up this." Rorik held up the desert eagle that he had picked up from the Sergeant. "Just hope I don't have to use it." His voice was saturated with despair.
She nuzzled her head into the crook of Rorik's neck and leaned against him. "I know, I wouldn't want to either. But you know the plan. You have to take out those guys in the front. Or members of the brotherhood will die. And just remember, those soldiers aren't normal. They've killed before. They've killed other demigods before."
Rorik sighed. "yeah, as always you're right."
Nonsi walked up to them. "Rorik, we are moving out." She said, her sniper rifle strung across her back.
Rorik moved to stand up but Erin placed hand on his shoulder, stopping him for a moment. "Hey, no matter what, don't die. If you die on me I'll kill you." She let him go, watching as the Black Door shut behind him and the Brotherhood.
The group of seven that was going to attack the convoy stood at the entrance to a large warehouse a block away from the Sanctuary. They had taken a left directly out of the Black Door down a tunnel the let out in front of the Warehouse.
Rohan opened the heavy metal door to the interior of the Warehouse. What was held inside was astonishing. The Warehouse was easily as large as two football fields. The entirety of the complex was filled with vehicles of different sorts. Sports cars, SUVs, motorcycles and even a carrier plan and a couple of fighter jets.
"Wow…. this is just wow…" Said Rorik.
"Like I said, we are at our peak. Anything we need, we get." responded Rohan. "Now come on. Everyone mount up. Split up into two SUV's."
They all did as ordered and piled in, 3 and 4. The large metal doors opened loudly and the rolled out.
The cars thundered along the poorly lit Indianapolis roads for nearly an 25 minutes before coming to a stop, now a couple of miles outside the city. All around them were the ruined buildings that had been shown on the S.A.O. . Nonsi's vantage point`was also just as it had been depicted.
"It won't be long until the convoy arrives so get the explosives prepped. And the rest of you get into position" Commanded Rohan.
They all split up to take position. Overall the seven of them would be in four different buildings including Nonsi's vantage point. On the left of the side of the road would be Nathe, Rorik and Rohan. The three of them were all in one long building that stretched the length of the block. Nathe furthest up, being assigned to the first prisoner's truck. Rorik and Rohan would be further back with the objective of taking out the middle car.
In the very back of the building was a assassin with dark tanned skin. Directly opposite of him across the road were the other two assassins that together they would free the assassin in the fourth truck.
Thankfully it wasn't a long wait, Rorik was eager for the job to be over. After 20 minutes of waiting in the shadows of interior of the wrecked old buildings the rumbling of trucks could be heard. Rohan nodded to an assassin across the road who in response nodded and held up a detonator.
"Here, drink this. It's a potion that will alter the effects of your Thu'um" Said Rohan. He pulled a small pink, purple vial out of his pocket. "Quickly" he urged, handing it to Rorik. Rorik popped the cap and drank. It tasted exceedingly strange. Like juniper berries, coffee, and cherries all mixed into one. "Now get ready. As soon as the explosives go off Nonsi will fire and you must use Slow time." Rorik nodded.
The trucks moved at a seemingly agonizingly slow pace. The anxiety was eating away at Rorik. He always knew deep down that it was unlikely that he would live a full life without killing at least one. 'I guess that time has come' he thought. His right hand rested on the old sergeants handgun that he had claimed as his own. The other was on a sword made of pitch black metal the Brotherhood had lent him for the mission.
It would have been possible to hear a pin drop as the very first and last trucks rolled over the sewer covers. Just barely Rorik could the click of the detonator being pressed by the assassin. The first truck was catapulted clear of the road by the force of the explosion. The last truck simply flew nearly 10 feet in the air.
A resounding bangs pierced the air. You could see the splatter of blood on the driver side window of the second truck. Rorik was dragged out of his trance by Rohan who yelled for him to shout.
"Tiid Klo Ui !" There was a flash of purple then suddenly the world seemed to slow down. The Drivers in the third and fourth trucks frantic movements seemed as if they could have been outpaced by a snail. But the assassins all sprinted towards the trucks at a normal, if not enhanced, speed.
Rorik followed suit and leaped from his hiding spot, running up to the driver of the fourth car. Rorik drew his pistol and aimed it at the driver's head, his finger on the trigger. The driver turned, albeit in slow-motion, and looked Rorik in the eye. They stood there for a moment, eye's locked. The fear was obvious on the man's face. The killed didn't want to be killed and the killer didn't want to kill. They stood there for seconds, though it probably only seemed as if it been only a instant to the driver.
There was another flash of purple and the world returned normal speed. The look on the man's face changed. In place of the fear and terror was anger and disgust. He reached for a pistol from his holster. Without hesitation Rorik pulled the trigger. The driver went limp and slumped forward onto the steering wheel, the horn going off continuously.
The driver falling out of the way revealed the soldier sitting in passenger seat. He had a pistol drawn and pointed Rorik. Before Rorik could react the man pulled down on the trigger. Despite the shout's effects having passed everything in that moment seemed slow. The bullet was travelling towards Rorik. He could see the man move to fire again. Before his finger could pull the trigger a swords pierced the through the back of seat, impaling the man through the throat.
His shoulder screamed in pain as the round passed through, throwing him to the ground. Rohan walked over to the boy who was now lying on the ground. He offered Rorik a hand up which he gladly took.
"Don't worry, It's only a flesh wound. You're gonna be fine." Rohan led Rorik around to the back of the truck where the rest of the assassins were waiting. There was a one in particular that stood in the back of the truck. Dramatically he flicked his sword, a katana by the looks of it, cleaning it of blood. Then he used his furry tail to sheath the blade. 'Oh, another cat-person-thing' thought Rorik. Rohan set Rorik up against one of the trucks and turned toward the Khajiit, his head bowed. "Listener, this is the nord who aided is freeing you."
The 'Listener' nodded and stepped off the truck in Rorik's direction. He crouched down and looked him in the eye then smirked. As if he knew something that everyone else didn't
"Very good Rohan. Let's get back to the Sanctuary then we will discuss everything. And get this man patched up."
The drive back to the Sanctuary was anticlimactic. No one spoke a word aside from Nathe quickly uttering a couple of prayers for everyone. Rorik decided that sitting between two random people was awkward. But sitting between two random people who could kill you before you could realize what was happening was even more so.
Thankfully the drive didn't last long since traffic was in their favor. When the Black Door swung back open at the Sanctuary the rest of the members were all waiting by the large dining table in the main hall. All of them dropped to one knee as the Listener stepped forward. He walked forward towards the group of assassins that was kneeling. In an instant he drew his dagger and ran it through the heart of the assassin directly in front of him. Everyone jumped back and drew their blades. But all the Listener did was quietly hold up his hand, or paw rather, as he flicked the blood of the knife.
"Stand down all of you. That man was a traitor. He was paid off by the military responsible my capture and he almost got away with it. Now someone get that body out of here before it starts to smell." He motioned to his guests to follow him. "Let us step into my office. We will discuss the priorities there"
Interior of the Listener's office wasn't what one would expect to find in the office of the head of a global cult of assassins. For the most part it looked like an average home office. The walls were a light grey and the floor was covered in a white carpet. On one side the walls were lined with cabinets. Most of which were filled with books. In the reach the was a large wooden desk with cushioned chair and a Mac computer that sat next to a small TV and DVD player.
"Wow" Asked Rorik
"Yes, I realize it's not as one would expect. But one with a job as demanding as mine you need somewhere that's different from the rest. " Responded the Listener. He gestured to some chairs. "Take a seat. I don't bite."
"Ok, I just have to ask amigo. Are you going to kill us Mr. Listener ?" Asked Ale.
The Listener made a noise that seemed like a mix between a purr and a chuckle. " Please, call me Har'Das'Mors. And actually, I wish to aid you. I will provide you with any vehicle from our garage. Each of you will also be permitted to take a weapon of your choosing from our arsenal."
"That's very kind of you but why ? Why waste the resources ?" Erin questioned.
"Your friend here helped facilitate my escape, of course ! And I know I lead a cult of assassins but I'm not evil. Hell, I'm only 24 by human standards." Laughed Har'Das'Mors. "C'mon, I'll show you to the armory."
The Armory was yet another astounding part of the Dark Brotherhood. The room easily had the as much floor space as a two story house and was filled with aisle upon aisle up weapon racks that were chock full of guns and blades of all types.
After picking through the room they all met back at the entrance. Ale held semiautomatic shotgun and Erin was holding was MK14 rifle with an optical scope. Rorik however held nothing except the Sergeant's Desert Eagle.
"Very good choices you two. Let's head to the Warehouse and get your journey back on the road, shall we ?
After reaching the Warehouse they all decided to go for the most practical vehicle, a truck. That was until Ale laid eyes upon a black Fisker Karma with red highlights. It seated four; two in the front and two in the back. Knowing that there was no way to deter him and that since Ale was most likely going to do the vast majority of the driving, Erin and Rorik decided that he might as well be allowed to pick the car.
"Once again a good choice mister Ale. She's already fueled and packed so why don't you all get in. It would probably be best if you left swiftly. Many of our member's adore that car." Said Har'Das'Mors. Erin and Ale stepped into the car but before Rorik could the leader of the Brotherhood pulled him close. "My boy, I can not believe I have met you. If you ever are in dire need read this aloud and help will come. I swear that to you. Now get going." Whispered Har'Das'Mors. Right as Rorik stepped into the car the leader spoke again. "And Rorik, tell Winter that I say hello"
Once again time slowed as the car rolled out of the Warehouse…..
Hey guys. Who is the mysterious Winter ? ….. Yes I know I'm late. And yes the last part may seem a bit rushed. It is sorta. But for the first time in the history of my profile I broke a story chapter length of 2,000 words. That's not including this AN. On google docs this doc is over 5 pages ! Just this chapter ! And as far as the car is concerned, look it up. Sorry for any errors. I did proofreading, I swear. I just had to do it very quickly. But I guess this wraps up the end of the Dark Brotherhood arc. I really enjoyed writing is since I'm a HUGE DB fan. Favorite guild. And I finally included some more Skyrim stuff and less PJO stuff. Don't worry, the next event will have more Ale in it. And I will take that advice that was given to me in the comments a couple of weeks ago. By guys. See you next week.