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Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
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“No ID, no driver license, no social security number, nothing.”
“No name?”
“I run the one he gave us through the data base but...”
“So I just assume he gave you a fake one.”
“Yes”, the officer groaned and stared at the man currently sitting in the interrogation room.”
“And you picked him up because he was stripping in the streets?”, his colleague asked, arms crossed in front of his chest, following his gaze.
“Yeah I did. Drug test came back negative by the way. I've thought maybe he was trippin' on something.”
“And fingerprints?”
“Nothing. As if he doesn't fucking exist.”
“Tough one Hayden”, his friend chuckled and pat his shoulder. “Good look then finding out who your Chippendale is.”
“Yeah...no, fuck you”, Hayden grinned and walked back into the room, closing the door behind him and taking the seat in front of Altair. “Alright”, he sighed and folded his hands on top of the table, looking Altair up and down. “You making it a bit hard for me son and to be honest, I'm currently getting pissed for a punk like you wasting my time. That name you gave me-”
“Is a bit tricky to write, I know.”, Altair ended the sentence for him and smiled.
“You think this is funny?”
Altair's smile died and he leaned a bit forward in his chair. “No sir, I don't”, he told him eventually.
“Come on, spill it boy. What's your real name? If you're in trouble I'm going to find out sooner or later anyway.”
Altair blinked. Oh. Okay. This was new. He didn't give a false one and when he'd told the officer his name he knew it would give Abstergo his current position. He also knew that they wouldn't hold him for too long for something as minor as stripping in the streets but back then it had helped him to escape quickly without making a mess. Right now he just wanted to get back on the streets and get going, and the best thing to do that was to play along with the cops, Altair knew that. So, to say he was surprised when he was told his own real name wasn't his own real name was a bit of an understatement. “I don't understand.”
“It's rather easy. You either give me your name or I will treat you like an illegal immigrant and get you out of this fucking country.”
Okay, that was kind of Altair's plan anyway but he'd rather get out of the USA on the his own and not by force and certainly not by the feds.
“There needs to be a mistake in your computer system. Maybe you wrote my name wrong or somebody else did but there's no way you can't-”
“There was no mistake, believe me. Just tell me your name and we can both go our ways. If you don't want to cooperate I can take you into custody, I doubt you want that.”
No, shit he didn't want that, he wanted to get back out in the streets, find Malik, find his bartender who owns a pilot license and fly them out to his parents old cabin from where they could plan their next moves. This was just another delay, a delay Altair couldn't use right now and it made him angry. “Look, if that's your way to treat innocent citizens-”
“Innocent, stripping in public citizen-”
“This is no way to treat me, I gave you my name it's not my fault if you can't type it the right way into that little computer of yours.”
“Mr. Ibn-La'Ahad”, the police officer -Hayden Yawken read the little name tag- sighed, “this could all be so easily avoided if you would carry your ID with you.”
“I've told you already my wallet got stolen”, Altair growled and sat a little up. “Can I get my phone call now?”
Yawken looked him up and down, “Will you tell me your name?”
Altair sighed frustrated. “Look, you can call my old boss and ask him if Altair Ibn'La-Ahad was working for him and he will tell you yes, call my landlord or whoever the fuck you want, they will tell you this is my real name.”
“That's not how it works around here boy-”
“I'm not a boy”, Altair hissed and curled his fingers into tight fists. He thought he slowly understood what was going on here and he had to admit, that was a somewhat clever move. He realized that there were more than just one option to make a man disappear these days and if they wanted to play it like that, well, Altair had no other choice but submit to their rules then – although that didn't mean he couldn't create a few of his own.
“Right now you are, and you're under arrest until the matter is solved. You get your phone call and I suggest you better use it to call your lawyer”, he sighed and slowly stood up.
Altair huffed. “Don't worry. I'll call somebody better than that.”

xxx

“It's him sir.”
“What?” Vidic looked at the young man holding a cellphone up into his direction, his glasses riding too low on his nose and his fringe was too long – boy looked like a damn hippie. “Whoever it is, tell them I don't have time for them.”
“Sir, it's him”, the young man insisted and it got him a little more of Vidic's attention.
“Him?”, he asked disbelieving and slowly straightened his back from where he was bent over a desk looking over a woman's shoulder who was currently checking motel's guest lists for their targets names. His eyes traveled to the phone then back to the man. “Give me that”, he said slowly and snatched the cell out of his hand, holding it up to his ear. “That was quite clever what you did there this morning, Altair”, he said with a small smile on his lips and while his voice was calm his eyes weren't and he made wild movements to get the attention of the men and women working for him, telling them quietly to get a connection up to trace the call.
“I'd say it was necessary”, Altair hummed on the other end of the line and Vidic's lips pulled back into a snarl. “But it was absolutely unnecessary for you to steal my identity.”
“We didn't steal your identity... we simply deleted it”, Vidic smiled and got the sign that a connection was up and that Altair was calling from within New York City.
“Well I have to admit I wouldn't have thought for you being clever like that and please tell your people it's absolutely idiotic to trace my call when I'm going to tell you where I am anyway, that clicking sound is annoying”, Altair sighed heavily into the speaker.
“So you finally came to senses, I am so happy to hear that”, Vidic smiled sweetly and sat down on the desk's edge, crossing his legs.
“Yeah you didn't give me a choice did you? I'm at the 31^st police department.”
“I could send somebody to pick you up right now.”
“I need somebody to get me out of prison first. Apparently the law has something against middle-eastern man who's names don't appear if you type them into computers to check their identity.”
Vidic chuckled at that. “Well if that's all of your problems right now... My man's going to pick you up in an hour.”
“Good. One more thing though.”
“I'm not sure if you're in the position to have any demands Altair.”
“I'm damn right in that position Vidic if you want my help to find the Chalice.”
Vidic pursed his lips and slowly breathed out through his noise, making a small piping sound. “What is it then?”
“Where's Al-Sayf?”
Vidic blinked. “So you don't know?”
“Our plans changed a little so yeah, I don't know”, Altair growled.
“I see – seems the best assassin of all times got a little rusty if he doesn't know where is best man's at.”
“And you don't know either”, Altair said in an amused tone.
“What makes you think that?”
“You're avoiding my question and they way how you speak gives you easily away. You're a shitty modern day Templar Vidic. You think you know how it works but you really don't”, Altair explained in a matter of fact tone, “and- oh. Look, this friendly looking officer here is telling me my time's up. So you're man's going to be here in an hour?”
“An hour top”, Vidic said with a grim smile and tried to ignore Altair's comment – although, unfortunately, they really didn't know where Al-Sayf was. They lost track of him as soon as he'd left the city and right now there was a small searching party heading out to find them their lost ancient assassin.
“I'm looking forward to it”, Altair said and before Vidic could say anything he hung up. He held the phone a little longer to his ear before his arm slowly sunk down and he looked into a dozen faces, all of them just waiting for his orders.
“So”, he said slowly and pushed himself off the desk, taking a few steps forwards when he was looking into the round. “Where's Cross?”
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