Assassin's Creed 2 Trailer Novels & Stories

He dropped his weapons, clawing at his burning chest. Saoirse kicked him. He fell backward, tumbling out of the open elevator door and falling into the dark shaft below. His scream faded into the distance. Tristan dispatched the second assassin with a precise thrust to the heart. Silence returned to the cage, save for their heavy breathing. Tristan turned to her. He looked at her hand. It was smoking slightly. "You cooked him," Tristan breathed. "He was in my way," Saoirse said, her voice shaking. Tristan looked at the open hatch.

But the assassin suddenly laughed. Then his body stiffened. A dark liquid slipped from his mouth. Lucian’s eyes widened. “Poison.” The assassin’s body went still. Dead. Cassian cursed softly. “They always carry poison.” I turned toward the second assassin. He was trying to stand. Lucian moved instantly and pinned him down. “You will not die before speaking,” he growled. The assassin stared at him. Then something strange caught my attention. A symbol burned into the assassin’s wrist. A crest.

THE ASSASIN’S CREED. SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW The kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Another trapdoor replaced the previous one as if nothing happened. That had to be the code! My other spy-bot tailed the other man wearing a beige jumpsuit until he entered a camera-free zone. At my command, the bot swooped down swiftly and injected the tranquillizer into his system. The man fell lifelessly to the ground and I recalled my bots. Allen was right. I can cross the bridge when I come to it.

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

It looked like he was hypnotizing her with time. "Stay away .." She spoke again almost reaching for the trigger. And just at that moment Dimitrios grabbed her hand and made her point that barrel towards the ceiling. The shot was fired making a buzzing sound in her ears and it was enough for Dimitrios to distract her to snatch the revolver away. Throwing it at John he grabbed her by her neck and started dragging her out of the room like a mad man. But not before missing what Derek had mumbled behind him. "You are raising your own death sentence. Your own Assassin."