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Assassins Creed RP - Templars and Assassins fight for survival in an ever changing battle of wits and greed.

There is no Abstergo. There is no animus. Lets just say the Assassins Creed timeline got messed up. Things are still the way they were back then. Assassins and Templars are still killing each other madly over wealth and power. Will one group become top dog? Or will they destroy the world in the process?
Here is a little introduction for you guys just to get a picture of what this will be like:


ASSASSIN'S CREED


Chapter 1


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I waited in the darkness for the Templar to come out. He was taking a while inside, and I hoped he hadn't seen me. It was a cold winter night, and having snow everywhere made it slippery, and left almost no room for mistake. If I missed this target, I was as good as dead. Suddenly, the doors opened, to the CVS, and a man walked out. He had a Yankee ball cap on and a brown coat. "Always hated the Yankees." I murmured to myself. This was the man I needed. He had a bag in his hand, it looked prescription. Probably medicine. The Templar unlocked his car, and stepped inside the drivers seat. I heard him turn on the engine, and I pulled up my hood to my head. I began walking over to the car, and his headlights then turned on. I tapped on the window of the drivers seat, then ripped the door open and pulled him out. I pushed him over to the ground. "Should've locked your door."


I told him menacingly. He tried to crawl away, but I kicked him back down, and he rolled over on his back, groaning in agony. Good thing the store wasn't busy tonight. I would have been caught for sure. I stuck my foot on his chest, making it harder for him to breathe. I whipped out my hidden blades and stuck them to his throat. "Wh-why are you doing this?" He asked me in between breaths.


"You very well know. You've been robbing people at gunpoint, and you must have consequences for your actions."


"How is this justifiable?"


"Law and Order my enemy. You do bad things, we Assassins are sent to kill you."


"What about every other horrible person that's not a Templar? What about them? In all truth, you should have killed half of your 'teammates.'"


"Be quiet!"


I rose the hidden blade and stabbed him directly in the stomach. He gacked a little bit, but finally came to his senses.


"Your Assassin's Creed, as you like to call it, have bad people too!"


"You are a hypocrite. You call my friends murderers yet you are one yourself!"


"Do any of your friends steal an kill for their families?! Do they?! I steal to survive, but what do the Assassins, such as yourself, kill for?!"


I was silent.


"For money!! Wealth and power!! There may be Templars who do that too, but you and your noble cause has just as much treachery as mine does!" These were the Templars final words before he died. I took his wallet out of his pocket, and opened it. There was no money inside, but instead a picture. It showed him and two little girls, smiling around each other. Happy. I don't remember the last time I felt that. I dropped his wallet to the ground beside me, and threw his picture down onto his bloodied corpse, and walked into the darkness.
 
Leaning against the counter of the house that didn't belong to me I let my eyes wonder around the pitch black space, I could easily see in the dark due to my training so I had no issue waiting in the dark for my target. The man I'm supposed to kill was a man in his middle ages who had willingly helped a group of people that had killed a few innocent men and women last month, after I kills this man I would have to go get the other 4 men involved in it.


"Robert hurry up! The bed won't get any warmer," My body stiffened at the sound of a woman, I didn't remember there being a woman around this guy for the past week I've been following him... must be someone from a bar, this guy isn't even close to good looks to be able to get women so I know its only because he has money.


Pushing myself away from the counter and quietly made my way toward the front door, I could hear the small 'ding, ding' from the car outside still opened and one quick look at the woman I let out a sigh of relief when she had her back to me. In one quick motion I put my hand around her mouth and used my other arm to wrap it around her neck, tightening my grip around her neck I slowly pulled her body into the kitchen and the moment I felt her body go limp and her breathing began to calm down I put her onto the cold marble floor.


"Mary? You playing games?" I heard my target's low drunk chuckle, with a narrow of my eyes before I hid on the side of the refrigerator when I heard his feet moving toward my direction in the kitchen.


"Mary? Oh god!" He gasped the moment he seen her body laying on the floor but before he could do anything I moved from my spot and slammed my right foot into his stomach, sending his body flying back onto the floor with a thump.


"W-Who the hell are you and what do you want?!" Robert gasped with his hand on his stomach and the way he was swinging his body a bit showed that he was definitely drunk.


"I know what you and your little group of friends have been doing... now its time for me to determine whether or not you are guilty or innocent," Was my response to him as I placed my hand on the hilt of the katana at my waist, pulling it out I admired its clean and slick shine it always had.


"You... you're from Assassin's Creed, you will pay for-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because in one swift movement my sword slid across his throat in a clean motion. There wouldn't be much of a mess and when Mary woke up... well I'm sure she would scream, at least his head wasn't completely detached from his body. Looking at his body for a moment I could feel the hard feeling in my stomach as pity began to form in my mind, spinning on my heels I left his house and made my way toward the abandoned mansion Robert's other friends hung out at this time... I have no time for pity.
 
"Listen, you're going to hate me, but I've been sent to kill you." I sat across the room from the old man. "Extremely sorry. I know you have cancer, right? So think of it this way. I'm not here to kill you. I'm curing you. Better?" The old man grasped at the hole in his throat. Unable to talk, he grabbed his phone and began typing furiously. "Don't bother. Internet is gone." The old man began to cry and tears fell to the floor. "Please don't cry on me. It makes it much harder." The old man looked up at me with a sheepish grin. He grabbed a knife from his back and hit me square in the chest. "ARGH!" I yelled out in pain. "Shit!" I grabbed the old man's cane and stuck it in his throat, and blood gushed out onto me. I ripped the knife from my chest, and threw it to the floor. I unzipped my body armor and hood and threw them to the ground. The body armor normally served me well, but not this time. The knife had broken skin. I no longer knew if this were my blood or the Templars, as I walked out the door, with hood in hand. "Goddammit." It was going to be a long ride home.
 
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Cold air was abound as I ran across the rooftops and sky-ways of New York. My target was a small-time Templar agent by the name of Marcel Wallace, targeted for conspirating with Templars and embezzlement. My coat billowed behind me as I sprinted, like a leaf on a wave of cool breeze in November. I closed down from fire escapes as I saw the meet up. There he was, the poor bastard. I pulled my hood up and drew my hidden blade, quietly moving about the fire escape like a trained killer.


"Look, DeSanto, I know. I'll have the funds for the plan by the end of the month." Marcel spoke to his co-conspirator in a hushed tone.


"You better. Or than money's gonna be blood money by the time we get done." The other man spoke angrily.


In the moment I was sure the other man had left the area, I took my chance to strike. I lept from the fire escape and tackled the man walking to his vehicle. "Marcel Wallace, I presume? You've been found guilty of mental slavery, destruction of minds, and theft. How do you plead?" I taunted. Fear was seen in his eye oh so obviously. "Well, your plea is no good. Evidence aginst you is very abound.." I sunk my blade into his neck impulsively, not even giving him time for a speech. I never understood the entire honor deal. They're evil, they enslave and capture, and they're complete monsters..


I left the corpse in the street and adjusted my coat, leaving the area. These monsters shot and killed a member of my family when I was still a girl. No child should be raised in a world of death and murder, but I had no other choice. For vengenace, for my father, for the Assassins..


My name is Franziska Jaeger... and I am an Assassin.
 
A shining sun in the sky, but there was no light in the hearts of the men residing in these streets. The slick metal of the weapons they held shined brighter than even the star above; these murder tools, so gallant, with no justification. Born and raised in the streets, they hadn't a choice but hustling or death.


"Young blood," a voice called from behind him, "this is Saints' 'hood!" Turning around, the Assassin noted the face of the thug. Nothing more than a petty thief, by the looks of him. 'The Saints could've done better to kill me than send this... scum.'


"L.V. ain't young blood. Back off now, kiddo," The '9-mil' strapped to his side was clearly visible, yet the stranger wasn't deterred in the slightest. L.V. could only hope he would get a chance to use it soon.





"'Back off' my ass!" Reaching for a switchblade in his pocket, he sprinted toward LaVander. Quickly dodging a slash, L.V. jumped to his side and decked him square in the jaw, shattering it. This single act put an immediate stop to his opponent's attacks, and he fell to the street, blood leaking from his ajar mouth.


"So young blood," The taller Assassin stood above his injured attacker, "What it is, cracker? What they call you?" When he received no answer, he reached for his Beretta and removed it from the holster. Aiming at the kneeling man's head had a notable effect. "I said, what it is?" "M-My name be Russ, I got sent here to take care o' y-y'all. Don't ki--"


*BLAM!*


LaVander Delirius knew what he was asking; knew he wanted to live. But when it comes down to it, what is one gangster's death?


"Just anotha' fucka' dead."
 
"Look at all this money! We're filthy rich... wait, what about Robert's cut?" The voice of a male had me pause a moment as my hand reached into the jar of pickles I had bought at the 7-11 store before coming here.


"Screw Robert! He was supposed to be here 2 hours ago or he's out!" Another male hissed angrily and I re-positioned myself so that my feet hung off the edge of the roof, it wasn't like these idiots were smart enough to even look up the roof for an enemy seeing as they barely even looked around the area when they arrived at the abandoned mansion; these fools had the balls to use the crappy garage for their planning, they even left the door open as if inviting me in.


Chewing a the pickle in my mouth I silently swung my legs as I watched their shadows bustling about, man this pickle tastes delicious; my pale blue eyes looked up into the sky as I continued to eat the pickle, I've been wondering how the others were doing on their missions.


With a sigh I finished the pickle and closed the jar before standing up and stretching my arms out, the wind blew my red hair that I didn't bother to even put into a braid seeing as how it wouldn't stop their blood from getting into it. Flipping off the roof I landed lightly on my feet as my hand reached for the katana and the moment they seen me they looked at me in confusion but it was evident that I was not someone they wanted to run into; the first man that tried to reach for his gun got his hand cut off, the scream of pain that left his lips let his comrades know that a gun wouldn't bring me down seeing as how they would have to grab it first.


"Its time to pay for your sins," Was all I was going to say to them, I don't like the Templar just as they don't like us Assassin's Creed lifting my sword up toward my eyes I starred at the man that was now kneeling on his knees with his bloody arm to his stomach as he cried; with a ping of sorrow for these men I swung my sword and felt how it easily cut through his neck like a knife cutting into butter.


I could sense the fist coming for me before he even thought about it so it made it just as easy to spin around and put the sword straight through his chest.


"What about your sins?!" Ignoring what he had to say I continued on with my job and got rid of the men who had killed one to many innocent people, now that was something I couldn't just ignore so easily
 
After cleaning off my equipment at my apartment, I decided to skulk around the city for a while. I took my usual route as from my day job; being a messenger. I replaced my usual field attire with something a little more suited for the situation: A black tanktop, loose jeans, a sleeveless white hoodie, and my usual handwraps. I set off across rooftop to rooftop, swinging, rolling, and climbing my way across the city.


Eventually, I came across a small garage with thuds and screams of pain coming from it. Alone among a field of corpses, stood a woman holding a large blade. Knowing only one person in this entire city who uses a katana in field work and somehow manages to not get caught with it, I deduced she was an ally of mine. "I can't believe you didn't save any Templars for me. I thought we were friends!" I taunted her. Obviously, I know I shouldn't be teasing a superior, but frankly, I didn't care. "Jynx, how are we ever going to bond if you kill all the templars before me?"
 
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. "God, this damn tree!" I straightend up my back and walked outside. Luckily, the knife wound was not too severe, and I easily fixed it up with my First Aid Kit. I walked out behind the apartment and searched for the tree annoying my rest. There it is. Still tapping. I grabbed the branch and ripped it straight off of the tree. "There we go!" I listened to the peaceful silence. It was so quiet. It felt absolutely great. "David." Well it was good while it lasted. "Who's there?"


"In the tree David."


I looked up to the tree in fear of why was to come. Oh god, I began to thought. I actually screamed. My deceased mother, hanging up in the tree by a noose. "David, come here. Give your mother a goodbye kiss."


I looked at her fearfully.


"No! No! No no no! You're dead!"


"Do I look dead to you David?"


"Get away from me! You're dead!"


I ran away from her and tried to get back inside, when I felt a gentle hand touch my shoulder. "David?" I knew that voice. I spun around and I was right. "Rebecca?" My wife who I had for maybe a year,before she left me because of the Assassins. "David, follow me over here David! Come on!"


"You're not real! You're not real!"


I screamed these words even though I did not believe them. I ran into the driveway, when I saw headlights pulling in. Closer and closer they came, and I panicked. I ran for my door, but it was jammed shut.


"David."


"No! No more!"


A figure in a sleek black Assassins robe began walking up.


"Winston?! What are you doing?!"


"What does it look like?" He flipped out his hidden blades all of a sudden. I saw ten silhouetted across the yard, for his headlights were still on.


"Why are you doing this Winston?!" I proclaimed in absolute fear.


"But I thought you said Assassins kill the evil?"


Winston ran up and stabbed me in the chest. It didn't seem real. But it felt real. And oh god it hurt. Hurt so bad...


* * *


My head. Oh god it hurt. So bad. I began to stand up from the Templar's carpet, and looked down to my chest. As small dart, stuck in the middle of it. I plucked it out and looked at it. Hallucinogenic darts. That's what the visions were. I scanned the room, and saw the old man, dead with blood across his neck, and down his shirt. I wanted to clean myself off after the blood that had gotten all over me during the murder. But I also did not wish to stay in this house any longer. I walked out the door to drive back to my apartment. Hopefully for real this time.
 
frizzy was in a elevator the elevator doors open a penthouse room. he saw a party was going on in there he push through the crowd of them well stealing their wallets " HI MR. FN ! nice to meet you when you come this way!" there were no need to shout he knew it so he went to the man "yeah yeah yeah I'm coming I'm coming"frizzy said the next thing he noticed that everything went black and him and the man only their he noticed the man is his target.


*BLAM!*


...


frizzy was rudely interrupted by a gunshot "come on I was sleeping so well" he was in a dirty apartment sitting in a sofa.he stood up and he started to walk to his target *BLAM!* *BLAM!* the Templar fired his gun 3 times already.as frizzy picked him up "does 3 shots to your chest should have killed you are you some kind of demon!" "two words for you man bullet proof and I want to ask a few questions about Mr. FN" "you want to know about Mr. FN he is a high templar and a assassin killer you will not stand a chance against him that is all you need to know about him!" "what about the drug deal that you are about to go to" "I am NOT going to give you that information!" "ok you asked for it" as frizzy punch him in the get into the spoke "okay okay stop it I speak I speak it is going to happen at 11:30 p.m. at the docks in warehouse B 11..." click frizzy Shot his silent pistol killing the Templar.he pulled out his cell phone as he started to leave the apartment and started to call LaVander.
 
"Put the money in the bag, kid!" The voice echoed through the store.


"C'mon, I don' want to shoot you, just give it up yo'!" The gun shook in his hands. The innocent worker stood, speechless.


"I'm givin' you three, two," Sweat rolled down his brow; the barrel pointed point-blank at the man. This stranger. "one."





The gunshot rang out loudly in the cold air. Blood stained the walls and freshly-cleaned tile; the lifeless body of the young employee, slumped over atop the counter...


*RING RING RING*


LaVander awoke with a dry throat and headache. It was only a dream. He threw his blankets off of his body, and felt a cold breeze wash over him.


*RING RING RING*


His phone was ringing off the hook. Climbing out of bed, he threw on his hood and walked over to his old corded telephone. Picking it up, he answered tiredly, "Y'ello? Who this be?" L.V. was agitated at being woken up, despite his dream being unpleasant. He was hoping it would be important, and not some damned tweaker calling for more meth.
 
A smile formed on my face at the sound of Franziska's voice, I remembered the sound of my own teammate well especially since I got along with Franziska.


"You didn't make it in time," I gave her an innocent look before grabbing a random cloth from the garage and wiping my sword clean of blood, I would have to clean it properly when I got home but that didn't mean I had to walk around with it stained in blood; speaking of blood I couldn't help but frown at the sight of blood stains on my clothes and hair, once I gets home I am definitely gonna take a hot shower.


"Maybe we could bond together by taking a mission together some time, I haven't worked with someone in a while," I grinned at her as I placed my sword back in my sheath since I had no need for it at the moment, my mission for the night was finished and through with.
 
"Speaking of missions, Mister Marcel is now unfortunately deceased. He gunked up my hidden blade a little.." I explained my success, slinging out my blade which was now clean of any organic material. "Looks like you Princess Mononoke'd the hell out of these guys.. Pretty savage." I commented. Blood littered everything here. I looked around and whistled as I took my hood down.


"So, Jynx, who were you after this time?"
 
LaVander sounded very tired right now "I'm sorry to wake you this is frizzy" he finally got to the parking lot of the apartments "I thought you would like to kill some Templars and get some drugs out of it too" frizzy started to get on his bike and started to head to the hideout "if you want to. meet me at the hideout we speak more down there"
 
LaVander chuckled. "A'ight man, I'm down with that plan," he was pulling on his undershirt on and loading his handgun, "See you there in ten, Frizz."


*Click*


He hung up the phone and walked over to his closet. Inside, a keypad was hidden beneath the piles of clothing and miscellaneous items. Throwing the useless shirts and such off of it, he knelt down to type in the code; the code being an elaborate string of...


"One, two, three, four." *Access Granted*


Truly, a genius.


The wall opened to reveal a workshop littered with guns, swords, ammunition - the likes of a true madman. L.V.'s logic here was that "The only way to stop a bad guy with a gun, is with a badder guy with a bigger gun." L.V. grabbed two nickel-plated Mac 11's and kicked open his secret backdoor, walking into the alleyway. He set off on his journey to get the the hideout and talk with Frizzy about this whole "killing Templars" thing they had planned.
 
"My target were a group of men that were killing innocent people for billions of dollars," I sighed as I pointed toward the extremely large black bag of money that lay on the floor of the garage... maybe I could split it with the team seeing as how I have a lot of money in my bank account as it is.


"They are actually attached to some big time Templar that I've been watching for about a month and two days ago I decided to take out his small groups before getting to him, I have one more group of 5 before I'll set my eyes out for him... wanna join me?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow while I zipped the black bag up and put it over my shoulder easily. Letting my eyes wonder around the garage I had to agree with Franzika's 'savage' word... but it still made me feel a bit bad, a job is a job.
 
"This is a nasty thing isn't it?" I was currently sitting on my couch, staring dead-on at the poison dart in my hand. I spun it around and threw it at the wall. It stuck inside easily, with a loud thump. I walked over to the area of the wall that had been hit by the dart, and saw that it had splintered the wood. "Damn." I grabbed the the dart and plucked it from the wall. There was a BIG hole in the wall. If the poison the didn't make you go insane, then the hole in your chest would kill you. I had never seen anything like this. Sure, the Assassins have had Poison Darts, but none that made holes as big as this and caused hallucinations. Strong hallucinations too. How do they get that power? To go into your deepest fears, darkest memories, and then carve itself into a whole other nightmare. It shouldn't be possible. I grabbed the rest of the darts up and studied them again. I should probably get them to the Creed... Or maybe I shouldn't. Who's to say that the Creed would use them? I know some particular ones who I don't trust with weapons, much less a hallucinogic dart that blows a hole through you. Nobody deserves that. But then again.... I made my decision. I grabbed the darts and pushed them into my drawer. I could figure this out without the Creed. Right?


* * *


I was sitting down in front of my tv when pocket began ringing. I pulled my cellphone from it, and answered. "Hello?"


"David Gester? Hey, I uh have to tell you something."


"What is it?"


"Well, uh, it's about..."


"Come on now, spit it out!"


"Jacques Loren is dead."


"The Master Assassin?!"


"Yes..."


I grabbed my head in stress and sighed. I brought the phone back up and spoke to the informant. "Are you calling the others?"


"Y-yes, sorry. We're just so shook up..."


"I understand. Just... Just..." I hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch. Things were changing. Things were changing fast.
 
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Ice wondered the rooftops of New York. She was heading over to the assassin's base. She was bored and wanted to do a mission, plus she hadn't done one in a long while. When she came to the edge of one building, she looked down into the alley way and saw what seemed to be a kidnapping, and she smiled. Something to satisfy her boredom. She jumped from the building and grabbed the ledge of the next one, then readied her hidden blade before jumping and landing on top of him, plunging her blade into his heart. The little girl that was in front of them fell to the ground and started crawling away. Ice stood up and looked at her, "Get out of here. Now" she demanded and the girl started running away. Ice watched her leave and then looked down at her clothes. She couldn't go out into the streets with blood stained clothes. There was a fire escape luckily. She got back onto the roofs and started walking again. She could see the little girl running though the crowed of people. She just continued walking until she got to the base. Once inside she learned that the Master was dead. The news shocked her. She felt something about it, maybe it was sadness, she wasn't sure.
 
After the call, I began to study the Poison Darts more. There was no need to head over to the Assassin's HQ for a couple days, as things were crazy as is. Look's like free time for everyone. As I looked over the poison darts more, I noticed two letters on them. G.H. Where had I seen those before? My mind tried rummaging through memory after memory, attempting to find something. Finally, I remembered. Garrett Henderson. He was big dealer if acid, and extremely dangerous. One of the more wealthy men of New York, and more flashy, it's a wonder the Creed never killed him. Dirty rotten Templar, I thought. I grabbed the Poison Darts and was going to get ready to pay his mansion a visit. But then I realized why the Creed never went after him. Security. I was going to need a teammate for this. But who to trust on this one? I know. The one who had worked with security before. "Gary?" I said into my cellphone. "I need some help with something."
 
"What kind of question is that? Of course I wanna slapdown Templars!" I chuckled. "Besides, my warehouse needs a new couch. Old one smells like sauerkraut and tuna." I made a sign of disgust after those words left my mouth. Placing my hood back up on my head, I started to head out of the garage, trying to lead her. "You know, since when was it Bad luck to have an impulsive German on your side?"
 
I smiled at her and opened my mouth but nothing seemed to come out just as my cell phone rang, a frowned formed on my lips at the thought of someone actually calling.


"Hello?" I answered into the phone as I walked out of the garage and stood at the entrance with a hand on my hip, truthfully phones are actually good but I find it annoying not to talk to someone face to face.


"Jacques Loren... is dead," It seemed as if my blood ran cold for a moment as the face of the Master Assassin popped into my head... dead?! How in the world can the Master Assassin be dead?! It took a second before I remembered that no one is immortal, we all have our due dates, with that thought I hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket.


"Jacques Loren is dead," I informed Frankzika with a soft yet emotionless look on my face, grieving was never one of my specialties so I'd think this through when I get home... for some reason its just so hard to think of Jacques as dead.
 
Garry was eating a bowl of cereal at the New York Safehouse when his cell rang. He recognised the number and knew it was from a fellow Assassain. "Depends on the job." He told his fellow assassain.
 
"Ok, listen. You used to work for security right?" I talked into the phone. "There's this Templar. And he's manufacturing hallucinogenic darts." I told Gary through the phone. How was I going to tell him not to tell anyone? He would obviously tell the Order. How to keep my secret hidden? "But listen, you can't tell anybody about this job. It's classified." As dumb as that sounded, it would have to work. "If you can, meet me in the Bronx. I should be right at the border. I'll fill you in there." I hung up the phone and headed for the door. I threw the Darts on the couch, and walked outside. Nobody is coming to my house tonight, right?
 
"Yes." Gary replied. "I'll meet you there." He said to the assassain and gathered his things. He put his black assassain hood up and was wearing a black shirt under a leather jacket with blue jeans and black shoes. He keep his pistol in his holster and equipped his hidden blade. He left the building and got onto his bike and started to make his way towards the bronx.
 
As I turned to prepare for a sprint up a wall, I stopped as Jynx's words hit me like an airborn brick flying through a crowd. How could he? He was the Master. The Mentor. The ultimate assassin! I couldn't believe it. The more I thought about it, the less rational I became in my decisions further. "We're gonna find those bastards. And we're gonna kill them." I muttered angrily, just audible enough for her to hear. I then began sprinting towards the wall and extended my leg out to propel my up to the windowsill. We were taught everything by our mentors, and their mentors, and all of us were then basically taught by The Mentor, Jaques Loren. To fight, to dodge, to guard, to run, to climb, to think... And especially to kill.. And all of those skills that had been taught to us are going to be used to their fullest extent..
 
Ice decided to stop sitting around doing nothing and at least walk around the city. With the Master Assassin dead, she couldn't do any missions, sadly. She stood up from the chair and left the building. Walking down the street, she saw nothing of real interest, but she did see a familiar face. He was one of the assassins. As she past him, she gave a nod of acknowledgement to him, then continued on her way.


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