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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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He got a call somewhere around noon.

"Mr. al-Sayf?"

"This is him", he said and tucked his cell between his shoulder and ear so he had his hands free to still type on his keyboard.

"St. Joseph hospital. We have you here as a contact in case of emergency?"

Malik stopped typing and his hand reached for his phone, putting it on his other ear as he sat up straight. "Yes?"

"We're calling because of Mrs. Marta Rodriguez and-"

"Did something happen?", he interrupted her feeling strangely calm and yet, he knew that something broke inside of him. "She had a heart attack this morning and-", "But I saw her this morning, she was fine."

The woman on the other line sighed. "Something like that can come very suddenly, Mr. al-Sayf. She's currently in the ER getting treatment but we think it'd be better for you to arrive here as soon as possible."

Malik nodded, "No, I'll come right away."

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and for a moment he just sat there motionless, staring at his flickering screen. He couldn't feel a thing, not even the cold grip of fear about losing her. Maybe he didn't only lose Kadar four years ago, but maybe he also lost a bit of his humanity. He stood slowly up and put on his coat. "I have to go", he told Ellen, a young intern sitting at the desk next to him. She looked up at him, her glasses sitting at the end of her nose and she watched him across them. "Something happened?", she asked as her fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee, slowly lifting it up to her lips.

"Some kind of emergency," he told her and her movements stilled, she made a small 'o' with her lips. "Don't worry about it", he told her as he wasn't in the mood to answer any questions or for false pity. He was gone before she couldn't say anything and the ride with the elevator took longer than usually – at least it felt like it even though it must have been only a few seconds before the doors opened again and he walked through the big entrance hall of the building he was working in. The big TV screens hanging on the walls showed the news and he quickly glanced at them. He saw pictures of police cars, flashing blue red and white and a money transporter with two bodies laying in front of it covered by a white sheet. He didn't pay it much attention as people were crossing his path as it was noon, most of them enjoying their break or going out for lunch. As he walked through the doors his eyes fell on a man and he thought he'd maybe seen him earlier that day. He brushed the thought quickly away as if it was just dust sitting on his shoulder and when he stepped outside, he called a cab.

At least it had stopped raining.

He told the driver his destination as he sat and closed the door, looking outside. He saw the man standing in the middle of the hall, watching Malik as people moved like busy little bees around him and he pulled a phone out of his pocket, dialing quickly. He lowered his gaze and when he saw his shoes he knew where he'd seen him before. The one in Marta's corridor just this morning. Huh – talk about coincidence.

The cab driver took off and the further they went through the streets the more he forgot about it and his thoughts returned back to Marta. She was a strong woman. Unfortunately, things like this happened and Marta was old. He wasn't too worried that she could die and that thought made him a little afraid. All these years he took Marta for granted and somehow, he'd thought she would always be there. When Kadar died, Marta was the closest thing he had left of a family. If something would happen to hear he'd be alone. He always ignored that thought and it wasn't any different now. Marta would be alright – she had to.

High buildings and street names were passing by as they drove and Malik turned a little in his seat. They were driving down to the docks. He frowned. "I don't think that's the right way", he said and his eyes found the back of the driver's head. He looked at his license. "Robert", he said as it was the name standing on the small plastic card. "You need to go the opposite direction."

But he didn't answer and he could hear the audible 'click' of the door locks shutting down. "What is this?", he asked him, but Robert tabbed a small sign just above his head over his rearview mirror. 'Do not talk with the driver' it read and Malik reached forward, his fingers curling around the back of his seat. "Stop the car, I want to get out", he told him but the man kept driving. "What the fuck is going on here?", he roared and reached for the small button to let the window down but nothing happened.

He turned back and could see that they were in fact down by the docks, big empty warehouses emerging from the grounds. The glass started fogging and he brushed his fingers across it to get a better look.

The car stopped and Robert turned off the engine, pushing a little button on his door and the window went down before he stepped out. "What the fuck? Wait!" Malik turned quickly back around, his eyes following the man and he tried the door handle but it was still locked. He turned in his seat, trying to look into every direction at once and then decided to climb into the front to escape through the open window.

Then he saw it. A small projectile flying through the open window, hitting the other one at the passenger side and falling into the footwell. The last thing he could remember was thick, white fog engulfing him, lights shinning into the car and a masked man approaching him holding a rifle in his hands and pointing it at Malik. He coughed, trying to cover his mouth with the fabric of his coat but it wasn't any use. He couldn't see anymore and his lungs burned with need for fresh air as his limbs grew heavy and he slumped down on the backseat. His eyes were heavily lidded but he couldn't move anymore and out of the corner of his eye he saw more men approaching, clothed in black with masks covering their faces. It almost looked like war.

He hoped Marta would forgive him.

xxx

The day just gotten worse and worse. It was shortly after they'd finished their coffee when Altair and Toto got the call that one of their vans had been attacked, all the money taken and two guards dead. As if that wasn't bad enough it got all the more real for Altair when he heard it happened on his route, the one he usually drove with James, the very one he switched this morning. It could have been him. It could have been him the one getting taken away in a black body bag.

He took the rest of the day off and called in sick for his second job, walking numb through the city without having a destination. Toto had asked him if they wanted to get a beer at a nearby bar but he declined, not in the mood to be in the company of others. Every so often he stopped at little shops, looking through the windows and watching the news on their TV screens as the attack was all over them. It had stopped raining but there were still heavy clouds painted across the sky, dark and gray and it looked like as if it could start raining again any minute now. It was strangely fitting his mood and he pulled up the hood of his white sweater, trying to disappear in its shadows and blending out all of the other people he met on the streets. He wanted to disappear and not coming back. This country was sickening him, slowly draining him of all his life energy but where else should he go? He'd been to so many places in his life and not once did he feel at home. To be honest, he was rather surprised that he managed to stay for so long now in one place at all. He was used to something differently back from his childhood where they often switched locations as if his parents had always been on the run.

"Mr. Ibn-la'Ahad?"

Altair looked to his side, a black limo had stopped just next to him and he was looking in the face of a young woman. He pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and kept walking. The limo followed him.

"I'm Lucy Stilman from Abestergo Industries. I would like to talk with you", she insisted and he could imagine her eyes looking up at him from the backseat. After she said Abstergo he almost zoomed out, ignoring everything else she was saying after that. Not again, fucking hell, no! His day was already bad enough, he couldn't deal with these guys right now.

"I'm not interested. I've told you that multiple times by now", he replied and his mood got fouler by the second now. Those people seriously had a terrible problem with rejection and now it was starting raining again, big fat drops falling from the sky and one hit him in the neck, slowly running down underneath his clothes and across his spine. Altair shivered. It really wasn't his day, was it?

"Well, what can I say – my boss is really interested in you. Would you please join me?"

Altair stopped and turned towards her fully, gritting his teeth that his jaw hurt. "Look, lady-", "Ms. Stilman.", "- Ms. Stilman. I have no idea why you're interested in me so much that you harass me all the time. Whatever it is you're looking for, I assure you it's not me." He made to turn away but her next words stopped him.

"Oh but you're exactly the one we're looking for. In fact, we've been looking for you all your life."

"All my life?" Altair's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the sound of it but when he looked at her he couldn't see any danger in her features. In fact she was radiating a soft blue, a comforting color that made him ease just a little as if a soft blanket was wrapping around his body, keeping the cold away, but he couldn't forget the soft legs of the spider dancing across his spine.

She nodded and opened the door, stepping out of the limo with a black umbrella in her hands. She opened it to hold it over her head to not get wet. The rain slowly became more intense.

He snorted at her. "Yeah, right."

"I think you don't understand Mr. Ibn-la'Ahad", and he was a little impressed that she could pronounce his name without flaw. "We're not the bad guys here."

"It seems we both have very different definitions of 'bad'. Look, I already have two jobs and it's enough money for me to live. I'm not interested and now excuse me." Altair hunched his shoulders and made his way down the street. Lucy kept standing on the same spot he left her, the limo's engine still running. He felt her gaze burning into his back but he didn't care. Tomorrow he would change his phone number, yes and maybe their calls would stop.

"Have you always wondered why you've these strange dreams? Did it ever feel to you as if you don't belong anywhere? That nothing is true?", she called after him.

This – this made him stop and all the muscles in his body went rigid. Altair slowly turned around. She was still standing there in the rain, the drops slowly running down the black surface of her umbrella gathering in a small puddle to her feet, smiling at him. "We can help you find your answers", and for a moment he thought it was true. She looked at him with such honesty that it was hard to believe she was lying.

Altair tilted his head to one side. "What do you know about me?", he asked dangerously low, the rain completely forgotten. He was torn between his options – should he just walk away from her, acting as if the encounter never happened? But he never was the one to take flight. Or should he stay, waiting for what she had to say, what they could offer him and maybe find a way out of this mess that called itself his mind?

"Everything, Mr. Ibn-la'Ahad. We know everything about you."

He didn't like it, not one bit but Altair nodded. Could it get really worse? He didn't think so. Ever so slowly his feet set into motion and he crossed the small distance separating them.

Lucy held the door open for him as he climbed onto the backseat.

xxx

"How the hell did you manage for him to come with you?"

"I simply talked with him – it's what I've told you all along."

"My orders had been different."

"Your orders failed – now we have to deal with the mess of the aftermath. Two people died today. They didn't have to." Lucy crossed her arms in front of her chest. "He's here now isn't he? That's all that really matters." New confidence blossomed in her chest as she could present him his most favorite trophy. Not only his trophy but her ticket to freedom and the thought let goosebumps spread across her skin. She was excited and maybe it'd be her downfall but for the first time in a long time she wasn't afraid – she got the chance for a life now, a life without Abstergo.

Warren Vidic nodded slowly as he stepped away from the glass through which he'd watched him. It felt unreal and his skin was tingling. He had waited for this moment for so long now and couldn't believe it had finally come. He'd been working for this moment all these years and she was right, the circumstances really didn't matter.

"What about the other one?"

"Is waiting in room B 12."

"Did you talk with him as well?", he pondered and the smile he was showing her was mocking.

"Kind of..."
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