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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
- 18
- 19
- 20
Vidic was right.
Hardly an hour had passed when there came an officer to the little cell he was waiting in, keys rustling and opening Altair's door. “You can go”, he simply said and Altair narrowed his eyes.
“Just like that?”, he asked and the man nodded.
“We run your name through the database again, seems like there was some sort of spelling mistake. You should thank your buddy for bringing your driver license. Didn't you say they stole your wallet?”
Alright, so Vidic's guys worked fast – just an hour from Altair being no one to become a Ibn-La'Ahad again? He'd call that good work.
“Yeah somebody found it and send it back to me...”, he said and rubbed the back of his neck. “Doesn't matter anymore does it? I'm free to go right?”
“Yeah, he paid for you too. You get a letter in a few weeks with your court date for that little show you pulled up there”, the officer noted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Okay, thanks”, Altair muttered quickly and grabbed his jacket to push himself past the man – he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible and he yet needed to figure out a way to get rid of the Abstergo boy.
When he walked up into the little waiting area there was only one man sitting there and Altair walked straight up to him, the police officer still following him.
“Thank god you came”, he grinned at the stranger and pulled him into a bear hug, clapping him on his back, “Wouldn't have known what to do without you – are we good to go?”
Whoever it was he'd just hugged was thankfully smart enough to play along and he pat Altair's shoulder once they broke apart again. “Yeah we're good to go, the old man's really pissed so... if I were you I'd go see him right away before he gets even more angry”, he said, some sort of accent swinging within his words Altair couldn't put his finger on.
Whoever it was Altair was talking to was armed. Altair had felt a small gun in his left pocked when he'd hugged him and he just assumed he was wearing more weapons on him so it meant Altair had to pay extra attention if he wanted to get rid of him. They made their way out of the police station together, Altair's arm around his neck and only when they'd walked a block or two down the street did the man shove Altair away, a hidden blade coming to live and pointing at Altair – alright, gun left pocket, hidden blade right hand. Good to know. “Alright, that's enough”, he told him although his voice was calm and even.
Altair looked at him thoroughly. He looked young, average in his looks but big like a giant, dark skin and hair, but eyes which seemed empty and dead, like they'd seen too much already and for a split second Altair felt pity for him – such a young life and already doomed. “So what are your orders?”, Altair asked eventually as they walked down the street and turned into a small alley.
“I bring you home”, he said and Altair tried to figure out where he'd heard such an accent before but he just couldn't come up with something.
“Home?”, he asked and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You're calling Abstergo home?” But he didn't answer and Altair thought it was almost to expect. He stopped walking. “I don't think Abstergo's my home.”
The boy turned around. He probably was anything but a boy and Altair had no doubt that the man had already killed in his past but Altair felt old. He could remember his days from Masyaf, he was fucking old so the man in front of him really was nothing but a boy to him. “The old man said to bring you home so I do.” He beckoned at Altair. “There weren't any specific orders to bring you there in one piece you know? So I suggest you better come with me by your own free will”, he told Altair and also he had just threatened him, he still sounded almost... humble.
“My own free will...” Altair scoffed. He shook his head slowly, “I don't think you understand what a 'own free will' really means, so I'm going to tell you this. I will go now and nothing bad is going to happen. Either to me or to you. You are going to tell Vidic that it was nice of him helping me, but that I'm good on my own again.”
The boy smiled a little and Altair thought for a moment he looked sad. “I have my orders. You are coming with me, the old man's waiting.”
“Well, I'm sorry but you need to tell Vidic I can't follow his invitation.”
“You keep saying this name, but I don't know it. Who's Vidic?”
Altair blinked at him. “Vidic didn't send you?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Then who send you?”
Again he smiled. “You will meet him soon enough when you come with me.”
Altair thought he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye but didn't pay it much attention. He lookd at the boy. “Alright, this has to stop. I am not coming with you.”
He turned around, facing Altair once more. “I have my orders.”
Altair looked him dead in the eye. “And I have my own free will.” It took him maybe half a second to get into position before he attacked.

xxx

Altair turned back to the corpse when he heard a cellphone ringing. He crouched down next to the dead man and searched in his pocket, but didn't find anything. It didn't stop ringing and he rolled the man on his side, the item he was looking for lying underneath him. Huh. No caller ID and Altair thought for a small moment. The phone stopped ringing and he went through the man's contact list. They were probably tracking this cellphone so maybe it was better to take it with him. He went into his messages next and oh, great: He got his orders via SMS. Good. Altair clutched the phone in his hand and shoved it into his pocket.
He almost jumped when the phone vibrated with a text message and Altair arched an eyebrow. He wouldn't have thought to get a new order so fast and he quickly opened the text.
Novice, pick up the damn phone. M.
Just a second later the phone started ringing again, no caller ID. Altair picked up and started speaking right away. “Just where the fuck are you and how the hell did you do this?”, Altair hissed into the phone and to say he was pissed was a bit of an understatement. He was fucking furious and if Malik would stand in front of him right now he'd throttle him with own two hands.
“I'm about six hours norths from NYC and it's nice to hear your voice too darling”, Malik chirped cheerfully and it sounded like as if he was eating.
“Wh- why, Malik, why, why are you six hours away when you were supposed to wait just on the other side of the fucking street? How could you get from there to whoever the hell you are right now!”
“Altair”, Malik said around a mouthful of food. “Relax.”
“Don't tell me to relax when I have the blood of the man I just killed on my hands”, he whispered in another hiss, turning slightly away when he thought he saw somebody walking by the alley.
“Killed?”
“Yes, killed! My modern self and my ancient self are battling each other and right now my modern self is fucking terrified that he'd just killed somebody!”
“Oh?” Altair imagined Malik to blink surprised. “And I've thought you and your ancient self sort... melted together into a whole new person? A new Altair. Altair 1.2 or something.”
“Malik shut up already.”
“Yeah, no. I'm going to give you a few instructions so we can meet up again without you getting arrested for stripping in the streets. It turned me a little on to be honest.”
“I bet it didn't.”
“No you are right about that but hush now. Go to East Central Station, take the seven thirty train. Car 104, seat 13b.”
“And that's where I meet you?”
“That's where your tickets are silly, underneath your seat. You will get out at Montreal.”
“Montreal?”
“Yes. I will meet you here.”
The call ended and Altair growled. He felt like as if he was in the middle of some sort of spy movie and he still had no idea just how the fuck Malik did all of this, how he got to Montreal and how the hell he could place tickets for him in a train while sitting in fucking Canada.
Altair blinked.
Canada.
He was going to Canada.

xxx
Malik was at the train station to pick him up and even though he was standing in the middle of the crowd waiting for the train to enter, Altair had already seen him before the train stopped and the doors opened. He waited for the other passengers to get out first and since this was the final stop, he waited until nobody else was in the train anymore. With the platform almost empty, Altair finally got out and slowly walked up to Malik who stood there wearing a plain suit with his hands in his pockets, looking at Altair with his head tilted to one side.
“How was your ride?”, he asked once Altair stood in front of him.
“Long.”
“So I assume. Are you ready to go now?”
“Not quite”, Altair shook his head and he leaned slightly forwards and into Malik's body, his fingers fumbling with Malik's jacket, gently curling around it to pull him closer before he grabbed him by the collar with both hands, yanking him not too gently forward to bring their faces close. “You have so much to explain”, Altair growled at him and then pushed Malik back.
“I will do that once we're in our hotel room”, he nodded. “Come on... cab's waiting.”
“Why do I have this feeling that I don't even know you anymore?”, Altair muttered while he followed Malik outside. “I mean... what the hell happened?”
“I just took care of some matters.”
“Come on, stop talking in riddles now”, Altair growled and opened the cab's door, slumping into the backseat right next to Malik and without saying anything, the driver took of.
“Riddles are all I can offer you right now, I believe”, Malik sighed and looked outside his window. It had started raining and little, thick drops were running down the smooth glass.
“You don't want to tell me.” It wasn't a question and Altair felt a little... betrayed.
“Welcome to the club”, Malik winked at him before his eyes narrowed. “Seriously Altair, be a little patient. I'm going to tell you soon.”
“Patience has never been one of my strength and you know it.”
“Yes”, Malik agreed, “and if you don't behave like a good boy I won't tell you at all.”
“You do realize who you're talking to and in what position we're right now?”
“Oh, I think our position isn't as bad as you might think.”
Altair scoffed. “Well I hope so.”
They were silent for the rest of the drive until they reached their hotel and Altair couldn't believe his eyes. “Malik, are you serious? You think this is what 'keeping a low profile' means? That's the fucking Fairmont Tremblant!”
“Yes”, Malik nodded. “Vous pouvez garder le changement”, he told the cab driver who accepted the money with a sharp nod before Altair and Malik got out of the car. Altair looked from the hotel entrance to Malik. The Fairmont Tremblant was one, if not the best hotel in all of Montreal and if he remembered correctly, it even won a Five Diamond Award. One night at the hotel must cost a fortune. “Where did you get the money? Did you rob a bank or something?”
Malik offered him a lopsided grin. “Let's just say I have a booker and saved a bit of money over the years.”
“You spent all of your money on me? I'm touched sweety”, Altair huffed as they rounded a corner, Altair following Malik's lead.
“Don't be ridiculous”, Malik snorted, “not all of my money. Just some...”, he hummed and winked at Altair next and he in turn stopped completely.
“Alright... just, about how much money are we talking about?”, Altair asked and placed one hand on his hip and for a split second the image of an one-armed Malik doing so flashed up in his memory.
“Enough that we don't have to worry about anything for a few weeks”, Malik explained and beckoned at Altair. “Come on, we don't have all day. I'm sure Abstergo soon learns about my booker and he's the guy that would sell his own soul for a few dollars extra cash so I'm sure he'll rat me out within a second.”
“Why didn't you say anything earlier?”
At this Malik pursed his lips and Altair was wondering if he'd said something wrong. “Let's just say a few circumstances have changed. I originally planned on spending this money differently but...”
“But?”
Malik sighed heavily. “The friend I was saving it for has died a few days ago.”
Altair released a sharp breath of air. “I'm sorry Malik.”
“Don't be”, he told Altair. “Come on... I already got us a room. I thought we could stay here for a while. I think Abstergo would probably not search the big hotels for us at first, so maybe that gives us a day or two.”
“Yeah, probably not. Not until they learn you're secretly rich.”
“I'm not rich Altair”, Malik scolded him as they entered the great hall and heading towards the elevators. It was late in the evening but the lobby was still busy with people checking in and checking out. The man at the elevators was greeting them but didn't pay much attention to the two men.
“There are a lot of video cameras”, Altair noted in a soft voice.
“Almost everything is under video surveillance Altair”, Malik muttered back and smiled at the man who greeted them inside the elevator. “Fourth floor”, Malik told him and again they stopped talking and didn't until Malik opened the door to their room.
It was... huge and Altair noticed with a grin that there was only one bed. He went straight forward it and lumped down heavily, bouncing a bit as he looked up at Malik. “Are you going to tell me now?”
Malik turned around with a small smile, looking Altair up and down. “I will tell you novice, as soon as you shut up already.”
Altair offered him just a lopsided grin and Malik pulled up a chair, sighing again. “I think I start where we got separated”, he said and Altair leaned a bit forward so he could better listen.
Malik started talking.
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