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Russian Knight	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: The Party

Finally the two party guests entered the warm interior of the grand manor houses open ballroom, the high ceiling illuminated by several extravagant chandeliers showering golden light down on them from high above.

Stepping out into the main hall the event appeared to already be in full swing with couples dancing in the centre of the ballroom to the harmony of the band playing music from the raised stage in the far corner of the ballroom. The melody wafted across the room and the atmosphere was so thick with life and excitement that you almost felt you could become swept up in the flow of the occasion. It took all of Alessia's will and concentration to ensure that both she and Fina remained sober to the affair.

"We need to find a way up to the Counts office" Alessia said.

"Well we can get to the upper floors via those stairs" Fina indicated the large staircase rising up the left-hand side of the ballroom. "But first we've got to get past the guards" they both noticed the four heavily armed soldiers standing at the foot of the staircase. "And then once we're up there we're going to need a key"

Alessia unconsciously began to ponder on their precise course of action, the vast arsenal of the Assassins allowing for strategies ranging from bribery, distraction or simple assassination, she began to envision everything around her as a pathway to dispatching her objective. She saw the guest she could insult to start a commotion, she saw the servant she could bribe to create a distraction, she saw the wine she could taint, she saw the guard she could seduce, she saw the stage she could sabotage. Before that though, they needed to gather more information and resources whilst their cover remained intact.

"So what so we do now?" Fina asked.

"I don't know" Alessia replied. "Just mingle"

Fina shook her head, exasperated. "Ok. I'll deal with the guards, you go find the guy with the key and lift it off of him" Fina said with surprising authority.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Seduce him" Fina playfully clasped her hands around Alessia's waist. "In that dress no warm blooded creature on earth may resist you" Before Alessia could vocalise her objections Fina released her hold and swiftly disappeared into the sea of mingling party guests, leaving her companion to her task. Lost in a sea of dancing couples all that Alessia could think to do was to idly sway to the tune of the music, hoping that she might be able to spot her target amongst-

"Mi lady" a voice roused Alessia from her stasis, she snapped around with the full intention of striking out any aggressors most vulnerable pressure points in an effort to disable them without drawing the attention of the other party guests while she made her escape and assimilate back into the crowd. The gaze which met her was one of a tall young man with locks of flowing dark brown hair cascading down the back of his neck, precisely the image of the heroes drawn from one of the dozens of fantasy tales her mother had cooed her to sleep with as a child. Although he may emerge to merely be just another young nobleman looking to attract a pretty girl at a party Alessia would remain on her guard, not all soldiers wear a uniform and not all Templars bear a cross. "Forgive me if I startled you. Though I must confess you are a most fine and regal young lady, I could not resist approaching you" the man bowed formally, holding out his hand for taking. "May I humbly request the honour of a dance?"

Alessia forced a smile to her lips. "It would be my pleasure" accepting his offered hand the handsome young man leads her towards the centre of the ballroom. This unexpected occurrence could work to her advantage; it would prove far easier to survey the room from the centre of the dance floor rather than lingering silently in the corner.

As the band prepared their instruments the new couple took their first stances side by side in anticipation of the Allemande dance. Although she had not indulged in ballroom dancing since she was a girl her sword forms maintained a certain grace and elegance which were very dance like in their movements. She hoped that she could simply follow in her partners lead and adapt.

The band began to play their tune, the two figures stood side by side, the man holding Alessia's left hand in his. Bowing to they each turned to face each other, their feet constantly skipping from side to side as they moved. Alessia twirled herself beneath her partners' outstretched arm until she once more came around to face him. Her partner mimicked her action with practiced form and grace, leading his partner into another turn, their feet never silent on the floor. As Alessia finished her turn she found herself once again facing the man, they each held out their crossed arms in front of them. Alessia entered another full turn and allowed her companion to do the same. As her partner returned full circle whilst one set of shared hands was held aloft above their heads the second pair met behind their backs as their feet continued to skip from side to side in time to the graceful music. Alessia felt the memories of her childhood dance lessons returning to her, and with it her confidence in her abilities began to flourish.

"Rarely have I witnessed someone move with such grace and elegance" the man complimented her. The two dancers were swiftly led into another set of twirls, first Alessia and then her male counterpart.

Emerging from the turn their arms crossed over in front of them, the two of them skipping from side to side as they stared into each other's gaze, Alessia could already feel a smile sneaking onto her lips. "Why thank you sir, you are rather light on your feet yourself"

Once more the two each entered a slow twirl, the men taking the lead before Alessia followed. Before she could finish her turn she found herself back to back with her partner, the fingers of each set of hands intertwined at their sides. They each swiftly turned, the bonds between their fingers never breaking as they turned to face each other. Alessia entered a final turn and swiftly found herself staring once more into the eyes of her gentleman, his arm wrapped around her back and their bodies clasped together in a warm embrace.

"Your kind words flatter me" the man replied. "Although you appear to have me at a disadvantage, may I inquire as to your name?"

"Why, surely a lady should be allowed a certain 'mystique'" Alessia giggled.

"As you wish" however the man appeared unsatisfied with the vagueness of the answer. "However, since I am well acquainted with the rest of my guests" Guests? "May I presume that you are Duchess Natalya Blithe, of the western province?"

Alessia feigned surprise. "Why how clever of you, Count Raum, because that is my name Duchess Natalie" Raum and Alessia finally stepped apart, the entire room erupting in a flurry of contained applause.

"Natalya" Raum repeated the name.

"Natal-ya" Alessia was careful to emphasise her correction, hoping to conceal her slip up, once again her heart raced in her chest at the very prospect that such a minor slip up could compromise their entire operation.

'The very man who holds the key has just thrown himself within arm's reach, now i just have to take it from him...'

"Forgive my boldness, Duchess, but it has been so long since i have been free to travel to the reaches of our fine nation" Raum stepped closer to his partner. "Perhaps you could regal me with tales of your province?"

'Yeah, I'm sure you would like to know all about my provinces you-'

"Why, surely your guests require your attention" Alessia was careful to keep the poison from her lips. "You would not wish to appear the ungracious host"

Raums lips curled into a devious smile at the very thought. "Yes, my guests. They are merely sheep, here to gawk at the splendour I lay before them" Raum held his arms aloft, ensuring that his voice was raised just enough that some of his closer guests may overhear his bold statement. "I answer to no man"

"That as it may, perhaps you would wish for us to meet later, the anticipation of the act makes it all the sweeter, and i would not wish you to neglect your lovely wife" Alessia indicated the Countess lingering on the very edge of the dance hall, the counts young trophy bride clearly oblivious to her husband's true intentions towards this encounter. "I have always been a great admirer of the Countess. But have i stolen the key to your heart, perhaps?"

"You cannot steal that which i give willingly" Raum held her chin in his finger tips. "Until tonight my little dove" Raum leant forward to place his lips to Alessia's cheek, but whilst his lips placed a gentle caress upon her fair skin his wandering hands slowly began to descend beyond further than just her waistline. Alessia's nimble fingers allowed her to lift the key before his fingers had the chance to delve any further.

"Until tonight" Alessia stepped away with the graceful elegance of a dancer being carried on angels wings, her body unwilling to reveal the burning anger growing within her as she walked away knowing full well how the Count continued to watch her with ravenous eyes. Bastardo.

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Finally free of the Counts adventurous hands she went in search of her companion in the hopes of putting the rather unpleasant experience behind her and simply continuing with the assignment. Alessia found Fina standing at the edge of the floor, observing the dancing couples as she idly swayed to the music as if lost in a dream. "I got the key, let's go" Alessia declared as she stepped beside Fina.

"Whats got you?" Fina asked with her usual upbeat tone.

"I don't want to talk about it" Alessia refused flatly, eager to simply move on with the task at hand.

"You sure you don't want to spend a bit more time dancing with the Count?" Fina asked, a trickster's smile forming across her lips. "It looks as though he was enjoying your company at least"

"I'd rather throw myself in the Moskva river" despite her usually reticent composure Fina suspected that her companion was entirely serious. "I think I might just after that, help to get the smell out of my dress"

"Shame really"" Fina continued. "I thought the two of you went very well together"

"He was rather charming" Alessia admitted. "Right up until he tried to fondle my arse" Alessia swiftly reverted back into her role as leader. "Now what are we doing about the guards?"

"Already dealt with" Fina indicated the staircase leading up into the higher floors of the manor house. "I managed to convince some of the party 'entertainers'. It seems that no man can resist the allure of a young woman.

"Come on then" Alessia said. "Let's go find the Counts office"

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Having left the ever growing party at their heels, with only a vague memory of the music humming in their ears, they began their search for the master's private quarters.

"This place is an absolute maze" Fina and Alessia continued to walk carefully through the deafly silent halls in search of their target. "How do they ever find anything around here?"

"We need to be careful, there may be guards patrolling these hallways" Alessia remained the voice of caution.

"They'll all be busy downstairs looking after the guests" while Fina remained the voice of action.

"We need to exercise caution-"

"You're losing your nerve" Fina turned on her heel to face Alessia, eagerly stepping backwards down the corridor, attempting to goad her companion into pursuing. "Come on, we're on a roll"

"Stop right there!" Fina froze in her step as she heard the voice, she felt the burning gaze of another searing into the back of her head. Fina turned to face a man dressed in the fine military attire of the Counts personal detachment. "What are you doing here?" the guard asked, remaining seemingly oblivious to Alessia lingering just around the corner of the corridor, ready to strike at his most vulnerable pressure points the moment he dared to lay a single unwanted hand on her companion.

"Figilo di putanta" Alessia cursed beneath her breath. If their identity was compromised now-

"This floor is restricted to guests" the guard said sternly.

Fina was swift to don the guise of an inebriated party guest. "Oh, I'm sorry" Fina began to stumbling uncertainly towards the guard. "I was just looking for-" Fina stumbled over the hem of her dress, the guard reaching out to catch her in midflight, bring her into his arms. "Oh, thank you" Fina smiled up at the guard with a coy smile. Helping pull the girl to her feet the chivalrous guard suddenly found himself pressed against the side of the corridor by the seemingly helpless girl. "You saved me, why what big strong arms you have" Fina caressed the soldier's bicep beneath his uniform, testing the very limits of her fluency of the Russian language.

"You are welcome miss" the guard stood himself to full height, placing his hands to her shoulders to gently but firmly draw her away. "But you cannot remain here, I must return you downstairs"

"Of course, but if you must" Fina placed her hands to the soldiers chest. "At least allow me to show my gratitude for catching me" Finas mischievous fingers descended down the soldiers' front, Alessia began to fear that Fina actually intended to carry that which she had implied but before the guard could react a short blade suddenly emerged in Fina's hand and was swiftly plunged into his stomach, left exposed between the plates of his armour. The guard felt the paralysing shock of the trauma rush over him so rapidly that he had little opportunity even to draw a final gasping breath, instead simply falling to his knees with a muted whimper before collapsing to the floor at his killers' feet.

Alessia ran out around the corner to find her companion standing over the body of the murdered guard, the bloodied knife still clutched in her hand leading Alessia to speculate as to precisely where on her rather impractical attire she had been concealing it all this time. Even though they had been trained and had killed countless times on previous assignments the aftermath became no less upsetting. Alessia knelt over the lukewarm corpse, seeking any lingering signs of life, finding the body to be lifeless and limp.

A sharp knock emanated from across the corridor causing the two women to almost leap from their skins at the thought that some malevolent spirit had reanimated the body in search of some chance at vengeance against those who had wronged him. The two soon realized that the regular tapping sound was emanating from the window dominating the outer wall a few metres further down the length of the corridor. Fina approached the window, prizing open the lock the large window flew open with a flurry of fresh snow flakes.

A figure suddenly emerged on the other side of the window, a vagueness of something rolled over the edge of the windowsill to flop onto the carpeted floor lining the corridor. The mass of drenched snow white fabric emerged to be the last member of their group, Velia Zacria, the young woman gasping for breaths and shaking from the intense winter cold, the thin material offering little protection against the full harshness of Russia's winter.

"What happened to you?" Fina asked.

"I just..." Velia panted through shaking lips. "I just cli... climbed up the side of a building... to get here" in anticipation of their first plan failing Velia had taken it upon herself to stash a cache of her weapons and armour nearby, allowing her to swiftly re-assimilate into her role as an Assassin in preparation for infiltrating the manor through less conventional means.

"Good, you're just in time" Alessia spoke up to her companion. "Help us hide this guy"

"Did you not just hear the part..." Velia gasped. "...about climbing a building!"

They could not leave the body here, if he were to be discovered by another patrol the guards would be on high alert and begin actively searching for them, making their task that much more complicated. Remaining seamlessly oblivious, or simply unsympathetic to her friends' condition, Alessia disappeared down the corridor in search of a place to conceal the body, leaving her two accomplices to deal with the body themselves. Fina and Velia took hold of either end of the body, lifting him between them and swiftly following in the wake of their leader. Alessia worked her way down the length of the corridor, testing each door in search of somewhere to hide the corpse. "Shame there aren't any hay bales around here" Fina giggled to herself.

"Bring him in here" Alessia indicated an open door with a wave of her arms. Velia and Fina dragged the body into the room after Alessia. "Put him in here" Velia and Fina bundled the body into the armoire hoping that would be sufficient to conceal their act until they were free of the manor, it would certainly prove a surprise for the servant tasked with cleaning the room the next morning.

Finally the group were allowed a small moment of silence before the weight of their next task collapsed heavily upon their shoulders. As they glanced around the room it suddenly dawned upon them that they had inadvertently stumbled into the private quarters of the very man whose manor they were currently infiltrating.

"So this is the Counts bedroom" Fina began to pace idly around the room, memorising every aspect as though the faintest detail could prove crucial later on. "Nice digs" Fina suddenly took a keen interest in the Counts personal belongings, specifically the contents of his drawers, chests and any other potential hiding place she spontaneously decided to rummage through on a whim.

"What are you doing?" Alessia asked upon observing the bizarre behaviour. "We're in the Counts bedroom"

"Exactly" Fina did not glance up or falter in her eager search. "Where else do you think he would be hiding his secrets?"

"Well I don't see anything" Velia commented.

"Maybe they have some secret passages?" Fina walked over to the side of the room, pressing her ear to the surface of the wall listening for any lingering signs of concealed passages or false divider which may hold the way to the Templars secrets. Fina tapped her knuckles against the surface of the wall. "Where are you?"

"What do you think that you'll find?" Alessia asked.

"I don't know, maybe some kind of secret passage or vault filled to the brim with Templar secrets"

"And you think you can find it just by tapping the walls?" Alessia returned to her role as the voice of sanity.

"Either that or some kind of secret password" Fina suggested.

"What like 'Great Father of Understanding', 'The Templar Knights', 'Order of the Templar', 'Open sesame'?" Alessia joked.

"Are you two serious?" Velia interjected.

"We should fully investigate every potential lead before dismissing it" Fina continued her search through the Counts lavish quarters.

"We don't have time to be doing all of this" Velia said, throwing up her arms in dismay. "We need to get out of here before we are discov-" Velia's dramatic arm movements swiftly proved her undoing as her hand collided with a bust of the Count himself, the unsettled piece of artwork falling to the floor and shattering in a flurry of broken fragments on the floor.

Each of them reacted on instinct, reaching for their preferred weapon of choice Velia drew her Crossbow from her back; Fina retrieved another of the short blades she had concealed within her voluptuous dress while Alessia returned to using her bare fists for a lack of a better weapon at hand. The room lay deafly silent, each Assassin lingering in a perpetual state of readiness in anticipation of a flood of guards charging to investigate the disturbance. But when such a threat failed to emerge they each felt the tentative relief necessary to lower their chosen armaments to their sides. They each remained there until a sudden rumble put the three of them back on edge, swiftly returning to their fighting stances in anticipation of a threat finally daring to emerge to face them.

A plate from beneath where the bust had sat atop the pedestal suddenly emerged with a metallic clunk, followed by the metallic rumble of the moving components of some hidden mechanism. The very room itself began to quake until a section of the wall disappeared into the floor to uncover a hither too unknown chamber concealed behind it.

Approaching with wary caution the three assassins peered into the unveiled room, discovering it to be a small office filled with an assortment of files, papers and well worn artefacts originating from cultures across the world, there was little doubt lingering in their minds that this was what they had been searching for. Finding the small space exceptionally cramped they each gathered their best respective finds and brought them out into the counts chambers, laying them out on the large bed they began riffling through the documents and papers.

"What are we looking for?" Velia asked.

"Anything which proves a Templar conspiracy within the city" Alessia replied, not faltering in her search.

"What, you expect we'll just happen to come across the file marked 'Evil Templar Plans. Keep it under your hat, no Assassins allowed!'" Velia asked.

"No" Alessia replied sternly. "Just look for anything which proves the Templars are here in the city" the truth was that upon giving her the assignment Master Auditore had been characteristically vague in precisely what form their objective would take, saying only that she would recognize it when she saw it.

"This might be useful" Fina held up a folder of papers from the file, quickly rifling through it to review its contents. "Oh, wait. It's just records of payments made to suppress the illegitimate child of the count and a serving girl, hardly a citywide conspiracy"

"However this may be" Velia held up another file, this one emblazoned with the bladed cross of the Templar Order. Alessia accepted the offered file, opening the file her eyes scanned across the content of the papers.

"This is what we are looking for" Alessia returned the document to Velia, securing it in a pouch at her belt. "Come on, let's get out of-"

"Assassins!" a booming voice emanated from across the room, drawing the attention of the three women to see the Count himself with Rapier in hand, a personal retinue of three guards at his back and certainly more being rallied across the manor. With Velia dressed as she was there was no opportunity to bluff their way out as drunken party guests and with only one of the three of them prepared for conflict they would likely have little opportunity in a direct confrontation, this would require some rather abstract thinking.

"Time to vanish" Velia called out; they each knew the plan, the specific phrases ingrained within their minds through months of rigorous training. In a single flourish Velia drew the orb from her belt and smashed it at her feet, the small device erupting in a cloud of black smoke. Concealed beneath the thick film of smoke the three assassins moved like phantom entities, moving swiftly across the room they flung open the grand windows and clambered out onto the cold ledge one by one. However their bold strategy had one significant failing, opening the window allowed the fog of the smoke bomb to clear far quicker than was necessary for them to make good of their escape.

Alessia placed her foot on the edge of the windowsill, ready to make her final graceful leap to freedom. The resonating click of metal striking metal, she froze on the cusp of her leap, forcing herself to suppress her own momentum as it continued to draw her out towards the empty void beyond. She recognised that distinctive sound instantly. "Nice pistol" Alessia remarked, turning slowly with her hands held empty to avoid provoking the Count into unnecessarily violent action. "Did one of your people steal it off an Assassin?"

The Count smiled coldly. "Do you truly believe the Order does not have engineers capable of technological marvels far above that of your fool Di Vinci?"

Alessia had to admit that whilst the weapon bore many close similarities in its construction the markings and material used clearly declared it as not one of Leonardo Di Vinci's creations, perhaps there lied some grain of truth in the counts words. Regardless of its origins Alessia knew that at this range neither the Counts aim nor the material of her dress would prove much of an effective defence if he chose to fire.

"Looks like you'll have to miss out on that dance with the nimble Duchess Natalya" Alessia sat down on the edge of the windowsill, staring back at Raum with fiery defiance in her eyes in the face of ultimate danger.

"You don't imagine I was serious" Raum fought to contain his sudden flurry of laughter, although wavering he kept the pistol centred on her chest. "I recognised you for who you were the moment I laid my eyes upon you. You do not even carry yourself as a proper Russian lady"

"And she said 'we' couldn't act like proper ladies" Alessia could hear Fina's whispers from just outside the window, her two companions likely still clinging to the side of the building just outside window.

"It is a true tragedy to have to kill something so beautiful" Raum admitted. "You could have been a fine prize for any man"

"Aww, don't go all weepy on me now" Alessia cooed softly.

Raums lips curled into a sinister sneer. "Russian noblemen do not weep, swift vengeance is more our forte" Raums grip tightened around his pistol. "Any final words?"

Alessia closed her eyes in the face of the outstretched pistol. "Oh that i had wings of an angel" Alessia whispered beneath her breath, seemingly oblivious to the perilous danger of her current situation. "I would fly away and be at rest"

Raum squeezed the trigger, the weapon discharging in a flurry of smoke and fire. Anticipating the action Alessia leant herself to backwards and allowed her weight to carry her over the cusp of the precipice, feeling the soft kiss of the pressure wave as the bullet passed mere inches from her head. Embracing her momentum she allowed herself to fall backwards into the empty void with calm serenity, feeling the cold breeze wafting past her as she glided in a free fall through the air.

The Counts guards ran forward to peer over the edge of the window, finding only the subtle ripples across the surface of the Moskva River below as any indication of the woman's fate. The Count himself, still holding his pistol at arm's length, allowed the weapon to return to its holster at his belt, turning to walk silently out of the room. He did not need to witness the corpse to gain some form of closure, if she was dead then all his problems had ceased. If by some miracle she yet lived there was little that could be done to save her now.
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