Assassin’s Creed Hawk 1.1
I didn’t want to be here, but orders were orders. I wanted to be by my master’s side, hunting down William Miles again. But no, I had to do another solo mission hunting down Assassin Criminals. Master Berg was tipped of by the Inner Sanctum about the location of the Assassin saboteur Shaun Hastings. Berg was surprised that Mr. Hastings would be managing a black market arms race against us, be he wasn’t gonna let his target slip away. According to Inner Sanctum, Hastings was expected to be making a trade with a weapon supplier in an abandoned textile factory in Ireland. If I didn’t kill Hastings here, I was ordered to not return till he was dead. Mr. Hastings was in my way, once I eliminated Mr. Miles and his team, I could finish off my with my vengeance against my family. It turned out, me being left behind to die wasn’t an act by the mentor alone. A bounty was placed on my head by my uncle, him and the rest of my family would burn. I had but a lot on hold for the Assassin’s Brotherhood, especially my career as a computer engineer. An education at MIT wasn’t something to throw away.
My crimson coat glowed in the moon light, Mr. Hasting’s blood would stain my coat tonight. My master was supposed to join me tonight, as the Inner Sanctum wanted, but unknown to them, Berg had a led about Miles that he wanted to investigate on his own. It wasn’t new to me, I hunted my prey solo most of the time. With my family gone, and the assassin’s finish, I could live my life in glory and wealth. My family wanted to continue their life on the streets, ignorant apes, I wanted more. I loved to learn and to do things with my hands, I found a pride being a killer, but I wanted to do more besides taking life and living in a filthy apartment in the hood. The ability to take life was respected in the streets, but not having a brain or interest in Science and math. My family didn’t care about purpose, they cared about what was for dinner, what happened on the streets, how much money they could steal from Templars. My family hand no true purpose in benefiting humanity, and I didn’t want to life that way. Thankfully, the Templars promised me my own company in Computer Software once the war was finished. I would finish my education in Computer Science, get my PhD, and then live knowing I did something that further the growth of our society.
My orders were to assassinate only. It was best to place fear and mercy into the hearts’ of our enemies, not hate and anger. The Inner Sanctum wasn’t interested in killing all the assassins, just it’s leaders who continued the war effort with us. With their leaders dead, the remaining assassins could make peace with us. We needed to promote unity among the populace, then we could control the world’s governments, and then have world peace and learn to survive together.
I took position behind a weapons crate, I would kill Hastings with a shot to the head. I drew my rifle, an engineered modern prototype of Shay Cormac’s air rifle. Shay Cormac wielded his rifle to bring justice to the assassins, I would do the same. I heard voices and saw figures coming out of a truck and trailer. The figure in the middle came forward, his face was covered by a hood he wore. “Take positions men, I’ve led Aidan Lynch here. He’s too close to sniffing us out, irish dog. ‘Aidan Lynch? Who’s that.’ “Nighthawk,” an assassin said to the ringleader, “Our contact is here.” I looked at the approaching sports car slowing down at the entrance. A figure opened the door, he was clad in a hood and jacket. “Is everything ready?” Nighthawk asked the stranger. “Yes,” the man in the trench coat answered, “I’ve tipped Master Berg that Shaun Hastings would be here. The Greyhood is on his way here to his death. With him out of the way, I’ll have Berg severed of any contact with my Inner Sanctum, and I’ll kill him and his daughter.” My eyes widened, the Inner Sanctum wanted Berg dead?!?! No one kills my Master, the one that spared my life, gave me the respect I craved. ‘Don’t give into your hate,’ Berg’s words wring in my head. I sheath my rifle, I had to understand more of what was happening here. I was expected here, and another man. “Excellent Joker,” the one called ‘nighthawk’ spoke, “ We’ll kill that irish assassin and that templar enforcer for good. Does Berg know about the memory your took from Shay Cormac’s file?” Joker chuckled, “Berg doesn’t even know that such memory was even filed. “I swiped it from the abstergo employee manually, the researching himself doesn't even know it existed. I took advantage of the virus you planted, and was able to download the memory manually. Berg’s in the dark.” “Good, our ancestors had a plan to undermine both templars and Assassins,” Nighthawk spoke, “Now with the location of the Cube of Eden that Cormac found and hid, we’ll control the entire populace through radio wave impulses, we’ll have the entire world to bow to us!” ‘Cube of Eden? Who are these guys?’ I wondered. There were too many targets in the room to kill, and for all I knew, Berg and his daughter were in danger. I could kill these two, but what would stop their acolytes from finishing what they started? Me and this Aidan would die, and then Berg would think Hastings killed me, and my master would be so busy hunting his prey, till he would be hunter by his own allies. I had to get away, they wouldn’t expect me to not show up, and warn Berg.
I began to creep away from my enemies, I would have to wait and warn Berg, then escape. I felt something brush against me, before I could turn against me, I was face to face with an Assassin! “What the-” he said, I pushed him to the ground. “I don’t appreciate you trying to turn against us all, whatever plan you have this Cube of Eden, it ends here,” I whispered to my prey, I activated my hidden blade. “Wait,” he stuttered, “Your not Ms. Lemay, I didn’t expect the Greyhood to be here to guard her, are we assassins that dangerous?” “Ms. Lemay? She’s not gonna be all the way out here, I was tipped off that your friend Hastings was here.” “Hastings not ‘ere,” he replied a little too loudly, “What the shite are you talking about?”
“They’re they are! Kill them all!” We both looked at the voice to our right, it was Nighthawk, we’ve been spotted. “Shite,” the Assassin cursed. I leaped off the assassin, ducked for cover, he hides behind a crate. Gun fire soon spread across the warehouse entrance. I gun down a rogue assassin goon with my desert eagle twin pistols, he drops with a loud yell. The traitorous templars escape, whatever assassin’s die will allow Berg to believe that my death was at the hands of Hastings, Aidan’s body will serve as more evidence to my death. “Aren’t ya with those templar laddies?” the assassin asks me, “No, they intend to kill me and Master Berg, then work with these Assassin Criminals and destroy the leadership on both sides. I caught them here, expecting my target Hastings. I take it your Aidan Lynch, they’re here to kill you too.” A bullet wises by the crate he’s hiding behind. “That be true, I am Lynch. If these lads are making trouble with the assassins, I have to take ye in. Take you to me mentor.” he says to me. I’m not interested in helping the Assassins with their problems, I have to warn my master. Unfortunately, it’s too late to warn Berg. The traitors have made they’re escape, their plan already in motion. Lynch kills another goon, a throwing knife makes it’s way into his skull. “It’s the 21st century, and your still using throwing knifes,” I jab at him. “As long as it works laddie,” he tells me, “There be too many of em.” I shot an goon in the gut, “I’m taking my leave, I’ve got to warn my master. Your on your own.” “Wait!” he screeches. “I’ve got problems of my own.” I break cover to leave, but a bullet rings through my chest, I grunt in pain. I look at the smoke coming from a goon’s pistol, he’s about to smoke me hotter than a Mexican tamale. “Maldito,” I curse, I sink back into cover. However, I’m stunned to see Lynch throw an knife deep into the rogue’s skull, he screams in anguish and pain as it pierces his head.
“You hurt,” Lynch says to me. Nighthawk summons more rogue assassins to his side. “You better leave,” I warn Lynch, his teal eyes sparkle in fear. “If what you say is true, I can’t afford to have you die here.” I laugh, “Can’t afford to have me die? I’m a templar! If anything, your supposed to kill me! Not these traitors here! Go ahead, I’m weak, I’ve ended the lives of countless assassins. This your only chance you’ll get, to kill me when I’m down. Take the glory for yourself.” Time seems to slow down as Nighthawk’s men get closer to us, Lynch stares into my watery charcoal eyes. He finally speaks, “There maybe blood on ye hands, Greyhood. But, that countless more lives can be saved if you take my hand and help me, not just the lives you’ve spared in the past. Help us, and we’ll help you. I’ll take you to my mentor, and you help me expose the traitor. In return, I’ll help you save your friend Otso Berg. Take my hand, Greyhood, this is the only way you can get out of this. To die for one’s cause is a great sacrifice, but to live on requires something greater. Are you willing to accept such a price?”
I am a templar, I am to destroy or make peace with the assassins, no matter what cost to myself, until death. Their has only been one time an assassin and templar worked together, the relationship between Templar Elise De La Serre and Assassin Arno Victor Dorian. They put the greater good and a common goal before allegiance, now I was asked to do the same. The gunshots got louder in the abandoned factory. Aidan Lynch extended his hand to me, I had a choice. I could die here in vain, and be helpless to stop the death of my master, my only true family. I could die an honorable templar and traitor to the Assassin’s creed, but at a price of myself and to Berg. However, I could take Lynch’s hand. I could make history and peace with the assassins, they’re wouldn’t be anymore fighting. I could save our people, and their people, I could be a bigger legend than my ancestors before me. However, the burden could cost me my life, but surely Berg and his daughter would still live. That’s all that seemed to matter to me, keeping those I cared about alive. Not even my vengeance mattered as much anymore.
So, I made my choice. I took the hand of Aidan Lynch, an assassin and the enemy, and I shook it.
