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Dom slid the gauntlets that held his hidden guns and blades over both wrists. As he pulled a hood over his shaved head the automatic sliding glass doors opened revealing a very deep part of the ocean under Dominic's Beach House. He walked over to the edge of the balcony and inhaled the salty sea air. This, he thought, is the good life. Taking another look at the beautiful blue water Dom stepped onto the wooden railing and looked down. Time to make some money. He jumped off and did a gainer before he got in position to dive into the water. The warm California water splashed up over him and rippled the top of the ocean.
Hell yeah! That was awesome! Thought Dominic as he swam under the house and hopped onto a jet-ski.

Knite Alaire walks out of his Slidding glass door grabing his Gauntlets, gun, and hoodie. He'd put them all on, and jump off the second stairy. He'd land rolling on the ground running once he got up. He'd look around, and disappear around a corner..

Anthony was ready to make a days pay. He walk to the edge of his mountain cottage and disappeared off the balcony to do his job. Today was his first contract in a while, and he was going after a company CEO who had become corrupt and twisted. He had never been one to think a contract though and this one had him chasing a target all the way to California.

Unlike times in the past Anthony had remembered his cell phone this time. He had never liked the idea of having a phone on him while he was stalking someone, especially if they had other assassins protecting them. His target this time was Benito Bocelli. He was a well known man in the corporate world but even more well known in certain assassin circles. In the past he would hire rogue assassins to protect him so that he never had to worry about people trying to kill him. Benito had brought about the death of 20 assassins in the past 5 years and never left the body intact. There had been evidence that he had a couple assassins captured and when they didn't talk he would dismember, disembowel, and decapitate them to prove a point. Anthony took this personally because his parents had been 2 of the assassins to be killed and had left him orphaned at 16.

Anthony's phone rang. "Hello?" A mysterious voice came on the other side. "Anthony do not pursue Benito he has people watching him, not just assassins." "Who is this!?" Anthony yelled into the phone. "It is not who I am just what I know. Benito Bocelli has a group of Templars guarding him now not only rogue assassins." Anthony was annoyed by this person now and he was almost sure it was a trap. "How did you get this number!? Why are you warning me!?" "You have been warned Anthony Greco now the decision is yours, but I insist you not pursue Benito if you must kill this man get help you cannot do it alone." Then the voice was gone and the line was dead. Anthony hug up and proceeded on his mission. Though his journey though he couldn't get the strangers words out of his mind, and the warning of Templar action worried him the most. He had only heard stories of their valor and skill, but everyone thought they were gone. Anthony's hunger for revenge was close to consuming him but he knew that if the warning was true going alone meant death, it was time for Anthony to get in contact with the west coast assassins.

Anthony picked up his phone and called the one person he never wanted to. After waiting a minute while the phone rang there was an answer. "Hey it's Anthony. Dom we need to talk I got some unsettling news from a mysterious man today and I need you to confirm or deny this information. I can't talk now, I'll call you when I'm in town I have a couple of contracts to fill first." With that Anthony hung up and detoured north to finish one small contract before hitting the west coast.

Dominic launched the jet ski up and over a huge wave that was speeding toward him. As he did this his phone rang and he pulled it out. Anthony.
"He-" Dom didn't even get to say a word before Anthony started to speak. "Hey it's Anthony. Dom we need to talk I got some unsettling news from a mysterious man today and I need you to confirm or deny this information. I can't talk now, I'll call you when I'm in town I have a couple of contracts to fill first." And then he just hung up. Ass-hole.
Dom turned the ski around and headed towards shore. When he was about three feet from the warm Cali sand he launched up then landed with his whole body already moving towards a roll. Halfway through the somersault he jumped up so he could vault over a rail that came in his way. Putting his hands on the metallic railing Dominic flew over and landed with a soft thud! On the broken concrete and blended into a crowd of tourists walking through the city.

Andy stepped through the crowd, his large combat boots making no sound as they touched the ground. He followed Dom, close as a shadow yet miles away in perspective. It was generally fun to stalk another assassin, and today's mark made Andy insanely happy. This is why he existed, other than to be lazy in his free time. Andy slinked along, invisible but in plain sight, about ten feet from Dom's heels.

Then it was there. The glint of steel being drawn and swung into a strike. Andy lunged quick and flicked out his left hidden blade. With a flick of his wrist, Andy plunged the six inches of razor sharp steel just under the third rib of his target. The man stiffened, then fell to his knees, his own weapon falling into Andy's other hand and then being slid back into its sheath. As the target fell and began to bleed internally, Andy stepped forward and kept moving, flicking his blade back into the stylized gauntlet with a single movement. The two guards looked like gear for a free runner, one who didn't want to scuff up his forearms and elbows on gravel or broken glass. For all intents and purposes, he looked like one of the 'Wolf Pack' free runners that had been running around the city lately. In reallity, he'd been an honorary member for the past year.

So it wasn't cared about that he had them, nor was it cared about that he was just walking away from a dying man with a stab wound. Andy was a ghost...until he decided to be known.

"Dom," he said when he got close. "Don't look at me and don't stop moving. I just ghosted a guy about to get you from behind. He's an assassin, same as us. You don't know me, so I don't expect you to fully trust me, but you got three more on your tail. There's an abandoned building another block down and to the right that we can take them in. Be quick and lead them there. I'll have a few surprises set up for them. Just give me a nod and I'm on it."

"As long as I can have a few for myself, go ahead." Andy walked away and Dom sprinted out into the middle of the street. He heard a few car horns blast at him as he flew past the Cabs and Sports Cars. As soon as he got to the other side of the street Dominic looked back and saw three people immediately detour from the group of tourists and walk over to a stop light that lead to the sidewalk he was currently on. Got 'em.

Suddenly Dom broke out into a fast run towards the location Andy had specified. His shoes let go of their grip on the pavement as Dom dove forward and grabbed both his Dessert-Eagles from the harness on his back. Landing in a somersault he rolled in front the old, broken, door at the front of the ware house and backed up into the house.

The whole place smelled old and looked like it was literally made of cob-webs, in other words, Dom loved it. "Yo yo yo, Anybody home?" He shouted at no one in particular. Its time to kick ass.

Knite was running from street to street, stoping, and looking around to check where he was. He looked at a ladder that was on the wall so he took it, and went onto the rooftops. He looked around, and seen two men look up at him, and points running toward the ladder. So Knite did what he always did knock the ladder over, But he thought to him self He could have picked it up, but it was faster this way. He turned around, and started running placing his hand out, and vaulting over some rails, and jumping acrossed some gaps. He'd look behind him, as a the goons already got up the ladder. knite just stopped Hiddening next to one of the vents

Those goons where close, he smelled horrible. Once those to go to the spot where he was at. He jumped out grabbing the man by the arm, and smacking him on the side of the face, making him move backwards in A daze. The other guy reacted to his friend being grabbed, and punchs towards Knite in rage. Knite just twist around, and punchs him. He the counters the mans hits, by using his Hidden blade, one the hidden blades where out. Knite spins to the side, and cuts the man in the throat. The other guy freaks, and starts running away. But Knite grabbed his throwing knive, and throws it toward the treating enemy.

This knive would fly into the air, and straight into the target making him fall, running into the vault. He was dead, and worse from the way he hit head first. But Knite didn't care.

Ivinn looked up from sleeping in her "hiding spot" or basically, an old oak tree, where she usually ate lunch, and grabbed the laptop from her messenger bag, plugging in a headset.

"Hey, anyone on right now? I might as well move to the old HQ later on. Huh... Anyone anyone anyone?" She muttered as she tapped away on her laptop, muttering numerous swears as she encountered firewalls, and bypassing them silently. She frowned, shrugged, and slammed the laptop shut, "Well then, shout if you're on later or something." She swung her leg over to the other side of the tree branch and pushed herself off, landing with only a dust cloud blooming into the air to show that she hadn't just been standing there, an even then it was slowly blowing away.

She started to jog to the edge of the park, looking around to see if anyone was following, thankfully no one was. She continued to jog across the street, her bag painfully bumping against the back of her leg and the strap pounding against her shoulder. She sighed when she reached the crowds that were easily making their way on the sidewalks in the city, and blended in, still listening for activity on her headset...

Anthony's short detour had brought him to the town of San Juan. He was after a low priority target, but none the less dangerous. It was just some crooked cop in the area that was sticking his nose in places it shouldn't be and helping people that he shouldn't. He found the guy in a doughnut shop. "Heh." Anthony thought, "How funny, killing him in his favorite place." After waiting for a few minutes Anthony got his chance when the cop walked to the restroom to relieve himself. "He doesn't suspect a thing." Anthony thought. When he got in the restroom he didn't see the target until he looked in the mirror and noticed a gun pointed at the back of his head. "Who sent you!" the cop demanded. "Do you know why I'm here?" Anthony asked. But before the cop could reply or pull the trigger Anthony threw a knife into the cop's gun hand and then followed up with a stab to the chest. He cleaned himself off in the sink and baled out the window. "Now on to Dom." He said aloud as he resumed his trip to California.

Fai was relaxing in the cafe in Italy.He sat on his chair,playing a nice game of chess with a stranger as a man with a templar's ring walked past them. "Aren't you going to work on your target?"The stranger said. "Already did." Fai said as he swap a pawn for a Rook.The man walked into the building two house away from them.
"I have the files." The man was having a conversation with the others,presumably other Templars.Fai bugged the place and listened to their talks through his earphone.
"Good job.May the Father of understanding be with us."
"Hey it's your turn." The stranger said. Fai looked at the chessboard.He picked up his king and move a step. "Check mate." Fai said. The building where the Templars were in exploded.People around the place watched as a ball of fire engulf the place.
Fai got up and walked away from the scene without routing much suspicion. "requiescat in pace"

Adlo was eating the remains of the Chinese food in the fridge of Paul Herbert’s apartment when Paul himself walked through the door. Adlo reached for one of the throwing knives behind his jacket and put it down below the counter. Paul walked down the hallway, threw his jacket over the couch, and then went to the dining room table to drop a newspaper, all the while whistling in a breathy high pitched manner. Paul turned around and his whistling died down. Paul was only able to utter a small “What” before Adlo threw the knife into his throat.

Paul began to choke as blood rolled down over his leather coat. He backed into his table and fell down in a heap next to it, he slung his arm around the table and held his throat with his other hand, he looked up at Adlo confusedly.

Adlo raised his arms, “What you think we didn’t know about your little kidnapping stint in France. Anesthetizing women and then serving to men like platters. Thanks for the Chinese by the way, you got good taste in that at least.” Adlo pointed to the knife while Paul choked and his eyes began to roll back, “By the way I’m going to need that back. I only have a few and they’re hard to come by these days. Now before you bleed out, I’m sure you’d like to hear how exactly I got in here, what with all the alarms and what…” Paul slumped down and his head hit the floor, he was dead.

Adlo sighed, “I never do get to explain my plans.” He retrieved the knife and cleaned it in the sink, before he escaped out the window he turned to Paul’s corpse, “Rest in peace.” He said. He used the fire escape to get down to a safe fall distance before jumping down to the street. “There’s another one down.” He thought to himself.. It was the dead of night, he looked around before putting his hood on and walking away. “A clean job and a clean get away, hardly a sound.” He muttered, and allowed himself a tiny laugh.

Andy followed Dom's sprint, behind the goons but close enough to intercept them if anything went wrong. At the intercection, something did. They all turned to him and drew small guns, all silenced. "Well, crap," Andy muttered.

He smiled casually, "You guys don't have it in you," he said. "Even if you did," with a flick, he launched with his blades and sliced a few fingers, "I'm quicker."

That said, he was already across the street when they recovered and running full tilt. He rolled into a slide that took him right past Dom, both Berretas drawn and wrist blades at the ready. "Company." he mouthed, sliding on silencers.

With his hands, after the silencers were readied, he signalled that there were six now. Six fresh ones. A total of nine men were after both Dom and Andy, and now they were messing with them on unknown ground. Ground the two assassins were at home in. Checking around, Andy holstered his pistols and leapt onto an old wall, then used various forms of debris and holes in said wall to climb up it and position himself just above the main entrance. Then he waited.

Knite stood after he grabed the knife out of the body of his enemy. He quick leaned over, and checked the body, on the finger would be a templar logo on the ring. He checked all the pockets, and the side of the pants. The pants held a reseiver there. Knite took it, and the resieve come to life.. "Johnny, Luke, are you there. There Two other assassin in the same location just south of you. Luke! YOU THERE." Knite clicked the Reseive, and spoke into it: standing up as well walking to the edge, and looking. "Were are they, This is luke." He'd speaking in a light gruff voice, but young about 21 years of age. "Ok you are there, they are on the South, and there's more. But I think we are being Monitered, So going silent in five." The man spoke. Knite just sighed backing up, and looking over to his left towards the south. He'd back up, turning, running toward the other edge. He'll leap to the other side bring his hands up into a cat leap. Once getting close to the other side, Knite grabs ahold of the edge, and pulls his self up..

Ivinn groaned, none of the nearby Assassins had still answered, "I don't care if they don't know this is an encoded channel. Blast it to pieces." She muttered as she turned into an alleyway, pulling a small silver key out of her pocket, inserting it into the lock, it slid easily into place, she heard the sharp click of the door unlocking.

"Stay still and I won't shoot." A nasally voice penetrated the silence in the alley, "Now drop the key and give me the bag." The voice ordered, it was a man's voice, Ivinn was sure of it.

"How about I don't?" She muttered quietly as she brought her leg around in a kick to the man's chest, knocking him to the ground, she pulled out a crossbow bolt, gripping it in a tightly clenched fist, she stabbed the man's chest, just above the heart and grinned wolfishly, "Now, if you're lucky, this bolt isn't poisoned, now talk, why are you here?"

The man only groaned in panic and tried to scramble away from Ivinn, which only made her twist the bolt, he yelped in pain, "Please woman, I was just told to wait here and attack whoever unlocks that door!" He groaned again.

"See? That wasn't too hard." She purred and stood up, yanking the bolt out of the man's chest, "Get to a hospital, I see anything online or on the news with a story even coming close to what had just happened, and I'll pay you a visit tonight. and you probably won't wake up in the morning if you're lucky." She spat at the ground next to him as she darted through the door and slammed it shut, locking the numerous locks placed on the door. She felt around in the darkness for a light switch on the wall next to her, when she finally found it, she quickly switched it on to reveal a warehouse sort of inside piled high with textbooks, tables filled with the latest models of computers and multiple chart splayed out across the floor,

"Home sweet home." she muttered as she walked towards a counter next to a fridge, and poured out a cup of coffee, still waiting for anyone to contact her...

Knite was still running, He'd jump getting a glimps, of a women on top of someone in the allyway. He couldn't make out what was in her hand. All knite knew was he wasn't with this so called Assassins guild. But he was related to Ezio himself. Knite slide on the roofs rocks, slidding afew feet with a quick reflex. Knite would going into a hand stand twisting, as he goes over the edge of the building, He move his head alittle to get a good look at the window below him. He'd drop, and grab the edge of the window placing his hand into his pocket. He'd push it into the crack of the window, and push it up. Knite then pushed the window alittle more making room for him to climb in. Knite pulls his self up, into the so called home of the other assassin. Once in there Knite closed the window looking around.

He'd sighed placing his tool in his belts pocket. He begin looking around, and inching his self closer to the door, but placing him on the side. He places his hand on the doors handle slowly opening it a inch, he'd look, and move through the door looking for anything that might kill him. Once through the door Knite moves along the wall, and closed to where the other assassin is. He'd creep inch by inch trying not to give anything away.

Knite gets to where the assassins front door is, so he hids in the closed, waitting for her to come in

"Well... Hello there." Ivinn turned around to see a man standing behind her silently, "I don't know if you're going to try to kill me, but have some coffee or some yogurt in the fridge, though I'm afraid that I don't know if it has expired yet. I bet there's some ranch and celery though." She looked over the the fridge and to the door, When did he get in?! I-- Ugh, probably when I was stabbing that guy. She sighed and looked around, anywhere but at the man...

Knite looked at her, and took his hood off. "Sorry to come in without knocking, but I couldn't help seeing that go on the ground. So I came in and said high. I took the window." He'll say. He looked around the appartment, and smiles. " Nice pad, I'll just make a big guess. Your an assassin just like my great grandfather, Right?

"Mostly, Though you could really just call me a back-up or more importantly, Assassin Support." Ivinn shrugged, and continued, "As for that little event that went on outside... That happens once or twice a month. I haven't seen you around before, and I haven't caught your name yet, now have I? I'm Ivinn by the way. You can call me Ivy."

Ivinn walked towards the fridge and fetched out a small tower of pancakes, "Breakfast for anyone willing." She muttered as she placed the dish on the counter and leaned against the wall, studying the man...

"I'm Knite Mstone Nice to meet you. I had my own fight on the roof tops. Well to templars. Oh, I almost forgot your a techy right.." He'd take out the radio from his pocket, and throws it toward her.. I got this off the dead guy on the roof..

"A dead-- Interesting, I loved this model... As a kid." Ivinn snickered and rushed to an open table, grabbing a screwdriver and tray on the way, already taking out batteries and toying with the cords that were inside...

A few minutes later, she held up a microchip, "Behold, everyone, I have extracted all past transmissions made on this fossil." She bowed and walked over to a computer that wasn't breaking through firewalls and downloading conversations and such silently, she inserted the chip into the side of the monitor and watched as a window appeared on screen, showing various systems to use, she chose one and listened in,

"Ok you are there, they are on the South, and there's more. But I think we are being Monitored, So going silent in five." the screen pronounced in the same exact voice from earlier.

"Well then. So they know you guys are around. That's problematic." She muttered almost to herself as she rose from the crouching position she had adopted in front of the computer...

Knite Chuckled alittle walking toward the computer. "They don't know where i'm at, All they know is I'm a shadow.. So what should I do.?" He'll ask in a calm voice. I'm going to put these templars on there knees. There leader is who I want. He'd place a to fingers under his chin walking toward the window. There would be a sound of a cat meow, and a hiss. Knite slowly moved over, moving the blinds to check. There'd be two squads of six going toward the door. "Ok we need to move if not, I'm going to have to pay them a visit. You have anywhere that we leave from..

Knite Chuckled alittle walking toward the computer. "They don't know where i'm at, All they know is I'm a shadow.. So what should I do.?" He'll ask in a calm voice. I'm going to put these templars on there knees. There leader is who I want. He'd place a to fingers under his chin walking toward the window. There would be a sound of a cat meow, and a hiss. Knite slowly moved over, moving the blinds to check. There'd be two squads of six going toward the door. "Ok we need to move if not, I'm going to have to pay them a visit. You have anywhere that we leave from..

"Doors locked, should I still be worried?" Ivinn said, not turning to look, preparing her crossbow and a pulling out a few blow darts from her belt pouch absentmindedly, "Otherwise, there's a ladder up there that'll lead to an exit, or an effective long-range weapons attack point." She continued to shoulder her bolts for the crossbow and look around, settling her eyes on the computer, and walking towards it, it was a security camera's view that was on the screen, and lo and behold, two squads of six were right outside the door, looking at each other, waiting for a signal of some sort...