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[ their mission: intercept a trade. kill the men involved. do not be seen. do not raise conflict. the outcome should be silent-- as if they never existed. take the package. return.
the mission seemed fairly simple-- seemed. that did not mean it was, quite the opposite. the place, for one, wasn't very assassin friendly. templar controlled, actually. it wasn't just anyone that would be able to return successful-- it wasn't out of nowhere that two highly skilled assassins were given the task: yusuf tazim and malik al-sayf.
the two men, while hearing of one another's name and story float about the brotherhood, they had not met. different headquarters. different locations, different people. so, no, not yet. until today, that is, at their haven-- to rest, prepare, then attack the following day. yusuf had prepared well, crafting new bomb and equipping his blades, darts . . . the whole shebang. he was armed to the teeth, just as anyone else going to battle would be. just as, correction, any assassin would. when he spots and strides over to the man, he does so while looking up and down, then nodding to himself. one arm, serious, frown-- yes, that was him. ]
Malik?
the mission seemed fairly simple-- seemed. that did not mean it was, quite the opposite. the place, for one, wasn't very assassin friendly. templar controlled, actually. it wasn't just anyone that would be able to return successful-- it wasn't out of nowhere that two highly skilled assassins were given the task: yusuf tazim and malik al-sayf.
the two men, while hearing of one another's name and story float about the brotherhood, they had not met. different headquarters. different locations, different people. so, no, not yet. until today, that is, at their haven-- to rest, prepare, then attack the following day. yusuf had prepared well, crafting new bomb and equipping his blades, darts . . . the whole shebang. he was armed to the teeth, just as anyone else going to battle would be. just as, correction, any assassin would. when he spots and strides over to the man, he does so while looking up and down, then nodding to himself. one arm, serious, frown-- yes, that was him. ]
Malik?