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Defiance: ProloguePROLOGUEDefiance: Prologue by moonstone8959
"Don't worry, kid. We'll get a drink right after I get off work-"
A stifled giggle filtered through the speaker.
"You used-" Laughter came full force through the mobile phone. Its volume made the man holding the black device cringe and put it a good distance away from his ear, though he grinned slightly as he waited for the sound to subside to softer tone. The girl on the other end of the line could really be a child at times.
"You do know that I'm not a kid any more, right?"
"And you weren't one, even when we met." The man's voice overlapped the one coming from his phone. Another short guffaw came.
"I've repeated that line too many times... Anyway..." A sigh came through the speakers before the voice continued. "You know I've been waiting all week for this. Roy already agreed- Hey!-" There was a shuffle before a different voice drawled through.
"You know, that dick is insecure about you." A shrill, indignant yell echoed in the backgro
Initiation ~INITIATION~Initiation by Flammensturm2
born into the brotherhood and changed it.
Ezio Auditore da Firenze,
joined the brotherhood for revenge and left it as a Mentor, who made it strong.
born as the son of a Templar, joined the brotherhood and saved the USA's independence.
born into the brotherho
ReunionMalik had been expecting it from the moment he arrived in the Bureau. He knew that that moron was still alive, and he would likely be making his way back to Jerusalem eventually, as most assassins do.Reunion by Moonsp1r1t
Five days previous he had gotten a message from Al Mualim telling him that the former Master Assassin was heading to the city. Malik had fought battles within his mind, weighing his loyalty to the Creed versus the ease at which he could set a trap at the entrance of the Bureau that would hurl throwing knives upon whomever next entered. However, in the end the Creed won out, and the newly appointed Dai attempted to practice patience and restrain his anger. However, all his silent preparation was immediately forgotten when he heard the Novice himself drop into the covered courtyard.
Malik sighed and turned towards the bookshelf that lined the wall behind him, replacing the map reference back where it belonged. Altaïr strutted into the room, his head held high, his hands clenched