Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

This was my family. “Ángelo, tell me about the men you left watching the hospital where they admitted the princess...” We started talking business. Plotting, because it was obvious every enemy out there seemed to be coordinating just to screw me over. “Nino traced the hacker’s work through the device you pulled from the car, and what was left of Mrs. Greco’s phone. And it’s definitely the same fingerprint as the one who breached our labs.” My teeth clenched as Leo translated what Nino had found.

I drawled. I rounded the wooden frame, shuffling through the paperwork strewn over the survive and easily gaining access to Jason's PC since he hadn't changed the password. His search history came up empty which meant he had cleared it out—that was suspicious in itself. He had a few restricted files which I couldn't gain access to which frustrated me but I didn't waste time on them. I pulled out the first draw, shuffling through the contents and finding nothing of value. Then I did the same with the second. On the third draw, I paused. There, rolling within the draw, was a sloshing vile labeled aconite.

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.

Michael followed exactly two feet behind her, his heavy boots marking a solitary, rhythmic thud against the oak planks that sounded like a war drum in the silent house. Inside the study, the twin twenty-seven-inch monitors still cast their cold, artificial blue glare across the dark desk planks, displaying the clean system diagnostics from the six o'clock network flush. Ava didn't look at the screen metrics. She walked to the far corner of the mahogany desk where an old, unembellished industrial document scanner sat. It was a heavy piece of analog-to-digital hardware, completely stripped of its networking cards and modern smart features an old tool she had used during her early years as a fo

Just focus. Luca went to work doing his job. It didn’t take long. “System is locked down,” he confirmed behind her, reading over her shoulder. “Only you and me have access right now.” “Good,” she muttered, already rerouting the logs. Lines of code scrolled fast. She bypassed their internal audit tools, tapping straight into the raw feeds. No interfaces. No UI. Just code.

We arrived at the warehouse that my cybermen operated and after unlocking the entrance with fingerprint, patterns and face lock, the door opened. We crossed paths with the Chief who took us into the operating room where all hands were on deck. “What’s the update? I had a restless night because of that case.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “You shouldn’t when you already have the Mafia Queen with you.” he said with a creepy smile. I looked at Axel and back at him in confusion. “Mafia Queen? Who is that?” I wondered anxiously. “KIM2002 of course.” he said affirmatively.

“Whoever works under me knows how to do their jobs right. Or do you think you have better underlings than I do? The other man replied, his tone guarded and irritated. Another member from my end jumped in, I looked from my end and saw that it was Mr Amelio. “This isn't worth any arguments, gentlemen. Finding Luca Santoro shouldn't be a reason to hate on each other, or compare your underlings abilities.” The two other men who were about getting into an argument briefly looked at each other like it was the drawline of their battle. “What do you think, Ace and…our hacker Astrid.” Ace looked at me, wanting me to speak before he did. I was caught between saying something and keeping whatever lead

The air felt thick with ozone and hidden power. Joel slipped between the racks, heart steady. At the center stood an elevated console, its interface displaying cascading lines of code: the predator’s heartbeat. Leila, monitoring remotely via a hardened line, whispered through the comms. “It’s processing massive data sets. Victim profiles. Behavioral forecasts. And financial ledgers tied to IZO44.” Suddenly, the servers whirred louder. Lights intensified. A holographic projection materialized above the console: a silhouetted figure, features obscured.The voice that emerged was calm, synthesized yet commanding.

Enzo called out loud enough to carry over the alarms his expensive Italian loafers clicking against the marble as he sauntered forward empty hands visible while I kept the Glock steady scanning him for wires or bulges. I killed the alarm with a thumbprint on the nearest wall panel the red lights fading to green as Elena peeked up from behind the counter her face flushing red from both fear and embarrassment. "Enzo what the actual fuck." I growled holstering the weapon but keeping my body angled between them both instincts still screaming threat after Marcus intel.