Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

I was the board itself. “Lock him out,” Silas whispered, his grip tightening one last time. “The fail-safe... use your pulse. End his world.” “Valencia!” The voice came from the doorway, jagged and high-pitched. Akeem stood there. He was covered in soot, his expensive suit shredded, a jagged wound leaking blood down the side of his face. He looked like the devil after the fall. In his hand, he held a tablet, the screen was flashing a bright, angry red:ACCESS DENIED: BIOMETRIC MISMATCH.

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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“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.

Alma’s heart pounded. “He’s been watching us since we were children” Ezra touched her shoulder. “This place is a mausoleum.” Ember stepped up to a central console. “It’s not just a lab. It’s an archive.” Roman scanned the blinking servers. “Look at the names Phoenix, Voss, Sterling” Zehra pointed. “There. That screen just lit up.” The monitor displayed a file: Subject: A.S. + E.X. = Project: FLARE

He added, “There is a heat source on the second floor… that is the intel room.” “How many?” “Three, maybe four,” Ace replied. “Could be more.” They moved in formation—Ace in front, Nolan covering the rear. Ashley's hands got sweaty. She hated how quiet it was. On the second floor, Ace stopped at a steel door with a blinking red keypad. “Can you get it open?” Nolan asked. Ace pulled a flash drive from his pocket. “Courtesy of Barker’s old files.” He plugged it in, typed fast, and the light turned green.

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“That’s a rogue Accord cell extracting assets just before you triggered the kill switch. They weren’t wiped out.” Natalie narrowed her eyes. “Where were they headed?” “Sudan. A desert base, off-grid. And get this—heat signatures match prototype drone deployment zones. Meaning they’re testing next-gen weapons off-record.” “So the Accord isn’t dead,” Natalie murmured. “Just... fractured.” Riley nodded. “You broke their spine. But they’re crawling, and pissed off.” “Then we burn the rest.” Later – Adrian and Natalie’s Apartment Night had fallen.

​The High Assessor stopped fifty yards from the newly anchored iron platform, his brass eye-slots clicking as they adjusted to the blinding white-blue light of Elara’s core. ​"Registration error detected," the Assessor’s voice did not use words; it physically printed the acoustic frequency onto the air, the dark alphanumeric text manifesting as physical, gray film that began to drift through the cavern slush. "Lineage thirty-two and Lineage eighty-four have attempted an unauthorized overwrite of the primary core. The margins are violated."

"Avery, help me with him!" Ezra's screen went wild with errors. "No, no, no. It's ejecting me. Full lockdown. My rig's bricked. I can't... I can't feel my hands right." I looped an arm under his shoulders, the gas burning my throat. "Talk through it. What does this Architect do? How do we beat it?" "Doesn't matter now," Ezra gasped, legs buckling as we dragged him. "Built to learn. Adapts mid-hack. Probably some exiled genius who hates the empire but sells traps to the highest bidder. We walked into a honey pot."