Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

Ace started. “PRESENTS! I’ve never been good at wrapping PRESENTS! Our Christmases will be hideous. I’m sorry you had to find out this way honey.” Romano spoke frantically as he yelled over the Bluetooth. “As much as I would love to hear what Ace had to say, your targets are coming in hot. He’s in the Red McLaren GT3.” Alice said, annoyance lacing her words. I looked to my left to see a cluster of cars in the distance, Mikkinol’s McLaren leading the pack. I quickly slid off my wedding ring, and attached it to the chain of my necklace, tucking it under my shirt to avoid it from being seen.

I followed him anyway, both of us barefoot and armed, because that’s how we did mornings now. Esther stood at the door with a black eye and a grin like she’d swallowed dynamite and liked the taste. “Miss me?” “You look like hell,” I said, stepping aside. “Aw, I love you too.” She walked in like she owned the place, dropped a bloodstained folder onto the table. “Intel.” Ace flipped it open. “This real?” “Cross-checked it myself. The Azuras are splintering. Power vacuum, infighting, two lieutenants dead.”

“The security chief traced the C2 server to Buenos Aires. Eze’s double was in Kuje. The real Eze never was. He’s been free the whole time. Watching. Waiting. Playing long game.” I felt cold. “He knew we’d come back.” “He knew we’d protect Apex. Knew we’d risk everything to stop the worm. Knew we’d walk into his trap.” Damian pulled out the burner. Dialed the chief. “Eze is alive. Double in Kuje. Real one orchestrated the attack. Find him.” Pause. Voice on the other end, tense. “We’re on it. Last known: private airstrip near Calabar. He flew out thirty minutes ago. Destination unknown. But we have a tail on his aircraft. Citation X. Tail number matches one registered to a Cayman shell.”

And why did I feel so scared of him? “Alpha Sight?” He nods, then he raises his hand and elongates his nails. “It’s when an Alpha embeds their claws at the base of someone’s skull to view their memories. Like I said, Cezar wasn’t innocent of anything.” I look at his black claws and watch as they go back to normal before I peer up at Nero again. “Did… Did Cezar do something to me? Is that why you don’t want to tell me?” A pained expression crosses his face, and my heart drops. I don’t want to think about it… in fact, I don’t want to know what that man did to me. If it was something that still stuck with me after all this time, then I am better off not knowing.

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Counsel sat with her calm already on. Luca stood outside the door this time. I could feel him there the way you feel a wall: not present in the room, but present in the architecture. Counsel nodded at me when I entered. “You okay?” “I’m here,” I said. “That’s enough,” she replied. The forensic lead opened the zip file. Inside were four items: CONFIRMATION.p*f AUDIO_NOTE.m4a Screenshot_Chain.png README.txt He didn’t click anything. He extracted everything to the air-gapped drive and ran hash checks like prayers.

“I see you brought your enforcer.” “I brought the man who keeps me alive.” “That’s an awfully romantic way to describe a weapon.” I smiled thinly. “You’ve always confused loyalty with utility, Marco.” His expression shifted. Not much, just a flicker — a hairline crack in his calm. “I take it this isn’t a social visit.” “No,” I said. “It’s an audit.” ⸻ Zach moved around the room quietly, scanning the corners, the desk, the walls. The faint click of his boot heels echoed against marble.

Zurich, Midnight, Entrance to Vault Zero It looked like a simple underground garage carved into the Alps, but beneath it lay one of Lucien's earliest creations: Vault Zero. A 10-floor cybernetic crypt built by ex-Mossad engineers and former MIT rejects. Accessible only with two things, Lucien’s biometric clearance and the voice command of his successor. Ezra had both. They reached the reinforced vault door, its matte-black metal unmarred by age. Petra activated the scanner. “Scan initialized. Identity required.” Ezra stepped forward, placing his palm on the pad. A cold laser traced his retina. “Ezra Lucien Vireaux. Clearance: Alpha Prime. Voice command required.”