A/N: I wrote this just after the first trailer for ac:u was released back when I knew nothing about anything that had to do with the game other than a smokin' hot guy in France. I guess it turns out I kinda like this mostly because I am in heavy denial so you can read it if you want
Summary: Five very skilled and important assassins are gathered to save the world.
Arnaud turned away from the execution of a templar branded traitor to his country that he had just witnessed below. It had been a gristly affair with one of the new guillotines that the public and government had grown quite fond of. The crowd was still roaring on the streets at the very public spectacle and wouldn't quiet for some time. It would be a useful core for the French assassin and his comrades in the mission to come even if it was despicable.
Stepping away from the ledge that overlooked the courtyard where the silent spectator had been perched, Arnaud turned to the gathered company on the rooftop. There were four of them together, now all appropriately dressed for the time and place to better blend in.
"Are we ready to proceed?" he inquired, his eyes flicking between their hooded faces.
"Everything is in order." Altaïr confirmed with a sharp nod. The eagle had been intently focused on his French companion the whole time.
"We'll strike at dusk." Ezio added. The Italian cracked his knuckles in anticipation.
"There won't be enough time." Connor warned, glancing between the men before him. He had been the most reluctant and confused out of all of them, but dedicated none the less.
"We have to try." Arnaud told them firmly. "Don't forget why we're doing this."
"Save Desmond." Ezio stated their mission objective that of course none of them had forgotten.
"With him dead, the world is doomed." Altaïr finished grimly, always the pessimist.
"Then we had best be going." Connor concluded.
"Everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Altaïr questioned sternly. Nods came from every assassin, of course they knew.
"Good. When your tasks are completed, meet back at the church. Time is precious."
The group of four killers gave each other one final look before heading off in separate directions. Arnaud took to the streets, blending seamlessly with the still rioting crowds, Connor and Ezio flew across the rooftops like two eagles, and Altaïr melted into the shadows without a trace. Each knew what had to be done and the consciences should they fail. Never before bad any of them had such an important task to complete. The fate of the Earth rode on their sturdy shoulders, the question was if they would hold up or shatter under the weight.
